Chapter 412: Atlantean Rescue (1)
The Captured Noble
Troy was not just any Atlantean; her lineage traced back to the first king, making her a genuine noble.
Since childhood, she had received royal education and, upon adulthood, served as a member of the Princess Guard. Her future was bright, her ambition high, and she held immense prestige among her peers.
Unfortunately, all those prospects came to an abrupt halt the moment she was hauled onto the surface ship.
Atlantis values strength and respects the powerful. A loser is scorned, a captive is beneath contempt, and being captured by a surface-dweller was the lowest of the low.
The thought of the ridicule and mockery she would face made Troy wish she could die.
Every Atlantean soldier has their own mount. Troy's was a fully grown seahorse named Slark. After Troy was knocked unconscious, Slark snatched the dropped trident and swam toward the ocean depths.
The Pacific Ocean is bottomless. The deeper one goes, the darker the light and the stronger the water pressure.
Slark was long accustomed to such an environment. It swam steadily downward, passing through schools of fish. Upon reaching the seabed, a palace shimmering with azure light suddenly appeared before it.
The palace security was tight. Guards stood at both the front and back gates, and soldiers patrolled the perimeter.
Slark found Kamila, who was also a member of the Princess Guard, and placed the trident before her.
"Is that Troy's weapon?"
Kamila looked at her comrade, Miya. "She's in trouble."
"Slark, tell me, who did this?"
The seahorse Slark nudged its head upward, a human-like fear flashing in its eyes. It remembered clearly: that red-glowing human had knocked out its master with a single punch.
"The surface? A surface-dweller?"
"That idiot Troy! She actually let herself be captured by a surface-dweller!"
Kamila paused, then burst into scornful laughter as if she had heard the most ridiculous thing. Miya also curled her lip, her mockery undisguised.
As noble Atlantean aristocrats, to lose to a surface-dweller was utterly humiliating.
The seahorse Slark couldn't read human expressions. Seeing the two hesitate to act, it shook its head anxiously.
"Alright, Slark, stop shaking. We will rescue our 'dear' Troy."
Mockery aside, they still had to rescue their comrade.
The arrogant Kamila and Miya didn't inform their other comrades. They grabbed their weapons, mounted their seahorses, and shot toward the surface.
Their speed was tremendous. In less than half an hour, they found the yacht.
"Is that it?"
Slark nodded repeatedly.
"Wait here. I'm going to meet the surface-dweller who captured Troy."
Kamila leaped up, rocketing out of the water like a cannonball. She executed a perfect 360-degree somersault in mid-air before landing flawlessly on the deck.
Wielding her trident and clad in silver armor, she looked like a formidable female general.
Behind her, Miya also landed. She was slightly shorter but much more robust.
The two launched into a barrage of chattering that Luke couldn't understand at all, leaving him utterly bewildered.
Carol covered her mouth and giggled.
"Isn't this just the joke you told me: you hit the little one, and the big one comes; you hit the big one, and the old one comes; you capture the old one, and an even older one comes."
"What should we do? Should we hand her over or not? If we don't, more people will come later."
Luke was speechless. He pinched her nose, making her roll her eyes.
"No. 1, bring the person out."
Since they wanted her, there was no need to keep her. The purpose of this trip was to see the world, not to fight and kill.
Butler No. 1 brought Troy onto the deck. Seeing the newcomers, Troy's pale face instantly turned crimson. Biting her lip, her expression was one of uncontainable shame and indignation.
Kamila and Miya did not rush to free their comrade. They raised their tridents and pointed them directly at the two people lounging on the deck.
The atmosphere immediately grew tense.
Luke frowned slightly, a flash of red light passing through his eyes.
"I'll handle this!"
Carol patted her boyfriend's arm, left the lounge chair, and walked onto the deck. Purple light radiated from her fingertips, and in a flash, it coalesced into a purple battlesuit covering her body.
With the Star Sapphire integrated into her, she could transform into a Violet Lantern warrior at any moment.
Seeing this, Kamila's and Miya's expressions also became serious. This surface-dweller was not as easy to deal with as they thought. Still, they remained confident in themselves.
The two attacked simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right.
Water-like light rippled from their tridents. The water elements in the air seemed to be sucked away, constantly converging onto their weapons.
Carol smiled lightly. Purple light shot from her fingertips and landed on the deck. The floor immediately caved in, and the two stepped into empty space, falling flat on their faces.
Just then, the sunken floor suddenly closed, and light flashed, transforming into purple chains. They began to climb up from their legs, layer upon layer, binding them tightly.
Carol stepped forward and said calmly,
"You lose."
Kamila and Miya's faces flushed. Even without understanding the language, they understood the meaning. Thinking of their boasts before coming, they were overwhelmed with shame and anger, hanging their heads low.
Defeated!
Defeated thoroughly and cleanly, without any excuses.
They were captured in a single move. There was no element of luck; it was a genuine difference in power. Though they were proud, they were not foolish.
Watching the fate of her comrades, Troy didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Carol picked up the tridents from the ground and tossed them into the sea. She turned back and asked,
"What should we do with them?"
"Kill them."
"Are you sure?"
Luke sighed. "Lock them up. We'll deal with it after we leave this sea area. I don't want to be constantly harassed."
The Next Wave
The moment the tridents fell into the seawater, Slark turned and fled. It, along with the other two seahorses, swam toward the seabed. The three seahorses appeared simultaneously at the palace's main entrance, each holding their master's trident in their mouths.
The guards realized something was amiss and quickly notified Rola, the Vice Captain of the Princess Guard.
"Troy, Kamila, and Miya were all captured?"
Slark nodded repeatedly.
"Surface-dwellers?"
Slark nodded again, its eyes filled with anxiety.
Rola stroked its head and said gravely,
"I will rescue your masters."
"Aisha, summon ten warriors. Equip them with the best gear. Let those ignorant surface-dwellers witness the power of Atlantis."
Soon, twelve Atlantean soldiers departed the palace.
This time, they were fully armed. Not only did they don the highest-performing armor, but they were also equipped with the Atlantean-exclusive hydro-cannons.
A massive group surged out of the sea, completely surrounding the yacht from all directions.
Luke dropped his chess piece and let out a long sigh.
"I knew it. It was bound to happen this way."
Carol rolled her eyes.
"Who told you to strike first? What do we do now?"
"What else? Surrender is impossible. I will never surrender in this lifetime."
"Then we have no choice but to fight."
"Can you fight underwater?"
Carol nodded matter-of-factly. "The Star Sapphire Queen can fight in any environment."
"Alright, Your Majesty the Queen. Let us dive into the sea together."
The Flotation Armor flew out of the room and enveloped Luke's body. Carol raised her wrist, and the purple battlesuit materialized once more.
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