Caught off guard, hearing Superman's name again, Namor's tense face relaxed a little.

  For him, this was a taboo and nightmare that he didn't want to mention.

  Neptune's Trident, the King's majesty, power, and status … each of the most important things to him was lost one after another.

  As if destined, that man was his nemesis.

  Every time they bumped into each other, nothing good would happen.

  "Can I refuse?"

  The corner of Namor's mouth twitched a little as he coldly asked.

  He had a hard time getting back on his feet and didn't want to have his spine broken again and lose the ability to walk.

  "Namor, you're scared? "

  The Black Queen's eyebrows are furrowed, seemingly dissatisfied.

  Such an ally wasn't worthy of being her tool.

  According to the information she got from Sebastian Shaw, Namor should be an irritable character who was impulsive and wouldn't give up so easily.

  Now that he had recovered from his serious injury, his strength was taken to a new level and had improved significantly.

  The fire of revenge in his heart should be blazing.

  The Phoenix Force was the conceptual embodiment of the emotional energy and spiritual heart of universal life.

  However, all the selected qualities would be greatly affected by some aspects of emotion.

  For example, the Dark Phoenix was Jean Gray's negative personality after witnessing the death of her loved ones.

  If Namor's heart was full of hatred and he wanted to get back at Superman, then he would naturally agree.

  "I just don't want to do something that is meaningless and bound to fail."

  Namor easily broke free from the shackles and whispered, "Who have you ever seen that go against Superman? Which one of them survived without any serious injury? "

  "Lady, I'm grateful that you came here, and I'm willing to pay the price in return for your kindness."

  "But that doesn't mean I want to die!

  We only live once, and freedom is precious."

  I have lost these, so I treasure them even more."

  This answer made the Black Queen somewhat embarrassed, and Namor didn't seem to be someone easy to fool.

  After thinking about it, she could only pull out the soul contract and spoke in a compulsive tone, "You are mistaken, Namor."

  "I'm not asking you to fight with Superman, but to attract his attention and hold him back."

  "I'm not going to lie to you. I learned the secret of becoming a god a long time ago and need a sufficient number of souls as sacrifices."

  "But it is not easy to achieve this."

  "If the ceremony of becoming a god is held rashly, once Superman arrives and stops it, then my efforts will be wasted, and my hard work will be ruined."

  Selene's beautiful face looked pitiful and made people feel sympathy.

  Namor's eyes flashed for a moment, and his cold expression loosened.

  "How long do you need?" Asked the former King of Atlantis.

  "The opening of the ceremony of becoming a god will cause a great commotion."

  The Black Queen pondered for a moment and replied, "The location is in London, and Superman has been staying in Washington, DC. lately."

  "Considering the distance between them, you have to stop Superman for about half an hour."

  Namor glanced at the soul contract with the fingerprint and felt some fear.

  "After that?"

  He asked.

  When the Black Queen became a dimensional demon god, how could he escape?

  Should he tell Superman that it was just a misunderstanding, a joke?

  He was afraid that the other party wouldn't hesitate to hammer his brain out!

  "I will take you to a safe dimensional world, far away from Superman."

  The Black Queen seemed to have planned everything, confidently saying, "There is no doubt that he's the most powerful man on this planet. There is hardly any opponent."

  "But if I can rise to the level of a dimensional demon god, I can leave this world and open up my own dimensional world!"

  "No matter how powerful Superman is, he won't be able to find us."

  Selene made a promise, even though she herself wasn't sure about the matter.

  But no matter what, she had to get Namor on her boat first.

  She was tired of relying on other people's life energy to survive.

  Becoming a dimension demon god and gaining eternal life was the Black Queen's long-standing goal.

  So, at the very beginning, she reached a partnership with Mister Sinister and put her hopes for success on Apocalypse.

  Mister Sinister craved Apocalypse's body, and wanted to get that powerful ability.

  The Black Queen wanted Apocalypse's soul in an attempt to gather enough shares for the ritual of becoming a god.

  But this plan, because of Kang the Conqueror's appearance, and Superman's chaotic entrance, ended up in failure.

  In desperation, the Black Queen could only choose the method 'quantity' over 'quality'.

  There were over eight million people in Britain. Using Chthon's dark magic, the implementation of area refinement could fully satisfy the conditions she needed.

  "Deal."

  Namor, who showed a tangled expression, hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded and answered.

  There were few roads for him to choose from.

  If he refused the Black Queen and provoked the other party to tear up the soul contract, he would suffer.

  "I just want to see the surface world and breathe fresh air before that."

  Namor said so and looked up.

  He hadn't seen the sun for a long, long time.

  "No problem."

  The Black Queen breathed a sigh of relief.

  She also didn't want to cause conflict with Namor and force him with a soul contract.

  It would be best if they could reach a mutual agreement.

  …


  …


  S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters building, Potomac River.

  It had been two days since Captain America's wedding.

  The former took his new wife to Scotland for their honeymoon.

  Bucky, who seemed to recall something, also acted as a third wheel in their two-person world in the name of being a bodyguard.

  Seeing that the weather was getting colder and colder, and soon the snow would fall.

  Luke was deeply curious about how Captain America balanced the relationship between his wife and his best friend.

  However, he was busy on official business, and there was no reason to join the honeymoon trip of three, so he had to put away the nasty jokes.

  "The Phoenix Force selected a host?"

  After returning to Washington, D.C., Luke received bad news from Westchester County.

  There was an accident in the mutant academy. Charles's psychic abilities went out of control.

  Many younger students fell into a coma and suffered injuries.

  And Charles, too, hadn't woken up.

  In addition, Apocalypse's followers in California had been arrested and taken into custody.

  Only a boy named Erik was left, still at large.

  Wolverine, who went to track him, and Sabretooth, who arrived later…


  Were caught in the crossfire and suffered a rare defeat.

  It was said that they were beaten and had no ability to fight back.

  Luke smiled, not surprised when he saw the report written by Nick Fury.

  The Adamantium gave the brothers an indestructible body and unimaginable destructive power.

  But it also became a major weakness for them —— especially in front of Magneto.

  It was simply a natural restraint, without the slightest chance of winning!

  "Replace them with someone else, such as Agent Zero of the Task Force or a psychic like Silver Fox."

  Luke shrugged his shoulders. Young Magneto didn't get a special helmet to shield telepathy, so he wasn't difficult to deal with.

  "As for Charles, let Emma try psychological therapy to guide his emotions."

  "That kid is smart. He should learn to harness the Phoenix Force soon."

  The Phoenix Force would only stimulate the host's original emotions and affect their hearts.

  If the will was strong enough and the psychological quality was good enough, it was possible to control the power and use it for oneself.

  "Is there anything else?"

  In Luke's opinion, it was all an everyday matter.

  With the superheroes of the Marvel Universe, only the explosion of Earth, and the destruction of the universe's level of crisis, could be called a major event.

  "Yes."

  William Stryker, who was in charge of the errands, nodded his head.

  He managed the mutant Task Force instead of Luke.

  Therefore, the relevant work was also reported by him.

  "Director, do you remember Namor McKenzie?"

  Stryker sat upright and uttered a name that was gradually being forgotten in the corner.

  "Namor? Isn't he in an underwater prison in Atlantis?"

  Luke raised his eyebrows and seemed to be interested.

  Neptune's Trident, and the Continental Shelf Oscillator, were still shelved in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret warehouse.

  "A few hours ago, he sent a message to S.H.I.E.L.D through the mutant office in Boston."

  Stryker looked a little puzzled and whispered, "He said he was going to report a female mutant named Selene who was preparing to commit a massive, genocide-level massacre in London!"

  'Report?'

  Namor, the chuunibyou, finally learned his lesson?

  "Where is he?"

  Luke asked.

  …