Miss Clown subverts Marvel

Anti-piracy, replaced after an hour

"How is it possible? I am absolutely [-]% pure human."

Hallie repeatedly denied that although she had done some trivial bad things, from a biological point of view, she was definitely a human being. At most, she could only be classified as a mutant.

The praise of "evil creature" is too flattering for her. Although she is very happy, it is better to be a little self-aware.

Sigurd was also joking. He didn't really care about Harley's reaction. He picked up the trident that had turned black on the ground. He weighed it with his hands and checked the weapon again.

Looking at it, Sigurd seemed to have really figured out some tricks.

"This seems to be Ulu metal. I don't know what age the weapon is. The magic power inside can be maintained for such a long time."

After that, as if he was afraid that Harley wouldn't understand, he continued to explain:

"Ulu is a metal material from Asgard. Asgardians generally use this metal to make weapons. Weapons made of Ulu metal can inject magic into them. The higher the quality, the more powerful they can be. The more magic there is, many artifacts in Asgard's mythology are made of Uru metal.

Although this weapon has lost its magic power, the purity of the Ulu metal alone is one of the highest among the artifacts I have ever seen. "

"Then if this trident is injected with magic power, can it turn back into a divine weapon?"

Peter, who was hiding in the cabin and eavesdropping, got his head out of the door. He had been eavesdropping just now. He held back his voice when Harley broke the weapon. After all, he had done similar things at the bottom of the sea, and now... When it came to magic power, he still couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he came out and asked his doubts.

"of course can."

Sigurd affirmed,

"But if you want to re-make the artifact, I still recommend re-smelting it into the style you want. After all, a trident is good for spearing fish in the sea, but it is not so practical for actual fighting."

When she heard that it could be smelted, Harley immediately became interested. She was still very interested in a good weapon. The previous baseball bat was broken. She was not good at the guns and double knives that her mother bought. She would be very happy to get a handy weapon for herself.

But since it can be smelted, a problem arises.The harvest this time is only this trident. How should the three people distribute it?

Harley immediately stopped smiling, and she had begun to weigh the weight of Peter and Sigurd in her heart.

Sigurd on the side shivered. He had abandoned the glory of being a warrior and even threw away his artifact long sword. Naturally, he would not want another weapon. He quickly waved his hand and said:

"I don't need to share the harvest this time. I don't need weapons."

Although Peter on the side also wanted it, he decisively chose to give up after seeing Harley's unabashed possessiveness. He had been a superhero for so long and had nothing but tights and a spider silk launcher. There is not much need for weapons. Since Harley likes it, there is no big problem for him to give it to this beautiful girl.

The two companions knew each other very well, which made Harley very satisfied. She happily picked up the trident and put it carefully into her bedroom. After that, Harley walked into the kitchen for the first time.

Two men worked hard to hunt for treasures and were intercepted by her. No matter how ignorant she was of the world, she knew that she should reward them at this time. It was not difficult for her to cook some delicious food.

Leisure time is always short-lived. The three of them lazily basked in the sun and chatted before embarking on their way back to New York.

On the seabed, strange red-eyed fish swarms filled every corner of the underwater ruins. Unlike ordinary fish, they seemed to be very interested in unnatural creations.After exploring the ruins, they swept away almost all the unusual objects. At this time, they were holding ancient objects that shone with various colors of light in their mouths, slowly tracking the location of their owners.

In the Atlantic Ocean, in a certain city of the Atlanteans, fearless warriors are fighting crazily with the all-pervasive shoals of fish.

Among the countless blue-skinned Atlantis warriors, a brown-skinned humanoid creature is very eye-catching. This warrior holds a light golden trident and is leading a small team to strangle and go crazy with other warriors. schools of fish.

The Adilantis have the means to communicate with fish, but this time, no matter who it is, the ability seems to have lost its effect, and the fish seem to have lost their minds and become completely unreasonable.

Fish that usually have a gentle temperament use their own lives to clear the way for large and aggressive fish, while the big fish are desperately attacking the Atlanteans. The most surprising thing is that there is no social Structure, a school of fish with low IQ actually plundered supplies, and it was a desperate and crazy robbery, sweeping everything in the city in an unreasonable manner.

The brown-skinned man was suddenly pulled by an Atlantean coming from behind. He looked back at the other person with some doubts. Now was the critical moment of the battle. He didn't understand why the other party wanted to stop him.

"Namo, the elder is calling you. He has something to tell you."

After the explanation was completed, the Atlantean took over Namor's position. Although Namor was quite depressed, the elder's words were still more important than charging into the battle, and he finally walked back to the rear.

"Elder, what do you want from me?"

The elder was an old man with severely wrinkled skin. He was once a well-known wise man, and Namor still respected him.

The old man nodded towards Namor. He tremblingly took out a piece of stone from his pocket and handed it to the young man in front of him.

"Namor, although you are a hybrid of humans and Atlanteans, you have grown up in Atlantis since you were a child. You are our child of Atlantis. Now, Atlantis has met Crisis, are you willing to help Atlantis out of trouble?"

Namor bowed his head and bowed. He saluted the elder respectfully and said:

"Of course I do, it's my honor"

"Okay, Atlantis has an abandoned palace on the west coast of the Pacific. There is a weapon hidden there that is hated by the Atlanteans. Our ancestors forbid us to find that weapon, but you are not purely Atlantis, so if you are the one holding this weapon, we are not a problem."

Namor's home was attacked by countless fish, and the Atlanteans suffered a large number of casualties. The elders asked Namor to go to the ruins to find a trident that can frighten marine life. This weapon has the power of purification, and only pure people can can be used, but when I arrived, I found that the ruins were destroyed, and I only found a diving mask.