Chapter 413: Atlantean Rescue (2)
The Captured Warriors
Compared to before, the yacht was much livelier today.
To protect their vessel, Luke and Carol didn't hold back, dispatching the attacking Atlantean soldiers onto the deck in just one minute.
The four robots were impolite, removing their armor and binding them tightly with handcuffs and ropes.
Atlanteans live year-round beneath the sea and prefer not to wear clothes. Aside from their armor, they only wear small fish-skin undergarments to cover private parts. Consequently, the scene immediately became rather sensual.
A dozen scantily clad beauties lay on the deck, their bodies bound by ropes. Their already ample figures became even more pronounced, with the small scraps of cloth unable to conceal the exposed charm.
"He did that on purpose!"
"It must be intentional. I didn't design that kind of hobby into her program," Luke grumbled, secretly cursing Ava for being mischievous. Yet, his eyes couldn't help but dart over. The Atlanteans might have poor personalities, but their bodies were truly eye-catching. Unlike surface dwellers, their skin was exceptionally firm and delicate due to the constant underwater pressure, like an egg made of white jade. How smooth and supple would that feel to the touch?
"Do you want to touch them?"
Luke subconsciously nodded, but quickly corrected himself before the word was fully out.
"No, I don't want to touch them. Not at all. Having you is enough."
Carol rolled her eyes and created a long purple cloth out of thin air to cover the women on the deck.
"No. 1, lock them in the storage room. No one is allowed in without my command."
She then leaned into Luke's ear and whispered,
"If you are interested in them, you can go into the storeroom. I'll pretend nothing happened."
Luke vigorously shook his head.
"Don't worry. You'd have to kill me first. I swear it."
Shame in the Storage Room
In the dimly lit storage room, Troy, Kamila, and Miya pressed against the wall, listening intently to the commotion outside.
The sound of hydro-cannons, the angry shouts of their comrades, and the high-pitched clash of weapons...
The sounds came quickly and departed just as fast.
Just as the trio excitedly thought they were about to be freed, the door opened.
Four robot butlers carried in the newly captured, bound "beauties" and tossed them unceremoniously onto the floor.
"Vice Captain!"
Troy shrieked. "You, too..."
Rola glared at her, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
The storage room was small, and with more than a dozen people crammed inside, it instantly became crowded. The female soldiers of the Princess Guard were squeezed together, looking at each other in embarrassment and shame.
After a long silence, one of them said nervously,
"I heard that surface-dwellers have a tradition of keeping female slaves. They wouldn't possibly..."
Everyone was startled. Aisha, the most temperamental, gnashed her teeth and hissed,
"I will never be a slave to a surface-dweller, even if it means death!"
"Me neither!"
"Me too!"
One after another, they voiced their resolve to die. The Princess Guard could only be filled by nobles, and the pride that came with their bloodline would never allow them to submit to surface-dwellers.
Troy sighed. "I wonder how the Princess is doing."
"If Her Highness finds out we're missing, she'll surely..."
"Don't harbor false hope."
Rola looked up, her eyes frigid. "Do you wish for Her Highness to become a captive like us?"
The air immediately fell silent.
Two consecutive battles had shattered their arrogance. Against Luke and Carol, the Princess Guard had lasted only one minute, even with a decisive numerical advantage.
The gap in strength was too vast, leading to despair.
"Are surface-dwellers really this powerful now?"
"No, they are powerful, not all surface-dwellers," Miya, who had participated in the Atlantic attack, said gravely. "A few months ago, Atlantis had a conflict with a surface nation called USA. Her Highness and I went to mediate the dispute and witnessed the fighting capacity of the surface-dwellers. Those human soldiers called 'FBI' were weak, weaker than we were as children."
Troy asked, confused, "Then what is going on with the two outside?"
"Anomalies!"
Rola added, "Every race has its anomalies."
The Final Rescue Effort
At the main gate of the undersea palace.
A familiar sight, a familiar scene. The seahorse Slark appeared once more, but this time there were fifteen seahorses.
The Princess Guard was different from common soldiers; they were all nobles. With fifteen nobles going missing at once, it was impossible not to attract attention.
Upon receiving the news, Mera, who was accompanying her father at a King's Council meeting, had to leave the hall and return to her own palace.
Maria, the Captain of the Princess Guard, knelt on one knee, her expression heavy with grief.
"My apologies, Your Highness. This is my dereliction of duty. We have brought shame upon you."
Mera shook her head slightly. "Accidents are bound to happen. Do not blame yourself. What is their condition?"
"According to the information provided by the seahorses, the surface-dwellers did not kill them. They should all be alive."
"Then go. Rescue them. If possible, avoid further conflict. There has been enough war."
"Understood, Your Highness."
Maria bowed and turned to leave. Her mournful expression twisted into boundless fury by the time she reached the door. As Captain of the Princess Guard and the strongest female warrior of the Kingdom of Xebel, she would not allow herself to endure such humiliation.
Shame could only be washed away with blood!
The surface-dwellers must pay the price!
...
The sun dipped, and night quietly descended.
The enormous red sun slowly set, and the evening glow reflected in the sky, blending seamlessly with the blue ocean.
The sunset at sea was unexpectedly beautiful and romantic.
Luke was drinking wine, leaning against the sofa with Carol in his arms, savoring the beauty of the moment.
After a few glasses of wine, a warmth gradually rose in his lower abdomen, and his pants began to stir restlessly, bumping like an insect.
Carol rolled her eyes at him.
"No. Don't even think about it."
"It's hard to suppress it. Very uncomfortable."
"If you're uncomfortable, take care of yourself. I don't want anyone listening at the door."
Luke chuckled. "Don't you think that's romantic?"
"Only men have such vulgar tastes. In short, no."
The girl was firm, giving him no opportunity. Luke was helpless and had to change the subject.
"I'll go throw them into the sea."
"Go ahead. I have no objection!"
Carol turned on the TV, but her peripheral vision constantly tracked Luke's movements. The latter lay languidly on the sofa, letting out a long sigh.
"My time alone as a couple is gone just like that."
Carol pursed her lips into a smile, fairly satisfied with her boyfriend's performance.
"By the way, how do you plan to deal with them? Keeping them locked up isn't a long-term solution."
"I'll throw them into the sea once we pass this area."
"Aren't you afraid of retaliation?"
"If they dare to come back..."
Luke stood up abruptly, gritting his teeth. "I'll raise hell and kidnap their princess to be your maid!"
Carol rolled her eyes.
"If you want a maid, don't include me in your plans."
Just then, Butler No. 1 quickly approached.
"Young Master, we are surrounded."
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