Chapter 93: The Fall of Atlantis — A Great Evolution

When Namor saw the two Xenomorphs resembling Superman, he merely showed a grave expression — he wasn't surprised.

It was only natural for these two creatures to appear on the battlefield. Given Duncan's personality, he would be more than happy to send newly chest-bursting Xenomorphs into battle, making it easier for him to evaluate their strength firsthand.

"It seems the Xenomorph that burst from Laufey hasn't fully developed yet. For now, only those who possess divine powers or magic aren't immediately targeted by the Xenomorphs."

After fighting continuously and exhausting himself, Namor quickly grasped the Xenomorphs' behavior patterns and witnessed firsthand the racial traits of these creatures.

Frankly, if Duncan weren't involved, Namor truly believed that this species' starting point wasn't very high. Without Duncan's help, they might have been exterminated by even moderately powerful individuals or factions before they could truly grow.

But when Namor saw the Xenomorph that had emerged from Attuma, he fell into a long, heavy silence.

These Xenomorphs looked almost identical from the outside, but just as someone familiar with a pair of identical twins can easily tell them apart, Namor could now recognize certain unique Xenomorphs.

With his powerful senses, Namor realized that this new Xenomorph had most likely burst from Attuma's body.

"I never thought... Attuma, that I would live to see you become something like this. It's truly ironic. Those two Eternals you brought didn't help at all — instead, they became fierce enemies contributing to Atlantis' downfall."Namor wore a self-mocking smile, but he quickly realized: what right did he have to mock Attuma?

Surrender was impossible. It was clear to anyone that Duncan was determined to exterminate Atlantis entirely, transforming every citizen of the underwater kingdom into Xenomorphs.

Duncan desperately needed high-quality hosts, and the Atlanteans — far superior to vampires in overall quality — were delivering themselves right to his doorstep. There was no reason for him to refuse.

The Attuma-Xenomorph moved silently, lunging fiercely at Namor, brandishing its jet-black claws. Namor reacted immediately, thrusting his trident at it.

The moment they clashed, Namor was taken aback — whether in strength, speed, or durability, this Xenomorph far surpassed the original Attuma.

"So it's true... just as the rumors said. These creatures, with terrifying growth potential, can absorb the finest genes of their hosts... Given enough time, they can even become stronger than their hosts. How could something so dreadful even exist?"

Namor let out a long sigh. He immediately resorted to using both magic and high-tech weapons to fight, managing to hold his ground against the Attuma-Xenomorph for the time being.

But as time dragged on, more and more Xenomorph armies stormed into Atlantis, wreaking havoc and destruction. Even though every Atlantean, young and old, took up arms and fought fiercely, greatly increasing their ability to kill Xenomorphs, they were ultimately overwhelmed. The endless flood of Xenomorphs couldn't be stopped. Their fate was inevitable — to be swallowed by the relentless tide.

The entire Atlantis fell into endless slaughter and despair. Screams and wails echoed through every drop of seawater.

"This isn't the end. I still have one last move. If I can trigger the Black Tide, lure out those monsters from the abyss beneath the sea..."

Namor's eyes turned bloodshot. Yet the very next second, his expression froze.

He watched as the Hyperion-Xenomorph made its move — like a falling star, it blasted through the seawater and crashed into the very heart of Atlantis' seafloor.

The ground shuddered violently.

And then... it began to rise.

The Hyperion-Xenomorph lifted the entire kingdom of Atlantis!

It let out a sharp screech — a rare sound for Xenomorphs, only made when exerting their utmost strength.

As the massive continent continued to rise out of the sea, countless Atlanteans, piloting submersibles and casting magic attacks, bombarded the Hyperion-Xenomorph. But despite their fiercest efforts, they couldn't even scratch it.

Before long, they no longer had the strength to worry about Atlantis' fate. The incoming Xenomorph legions crushed them mercilessly, binding them up tightly — even death was a luxury they were denied.

Namor stood there, dumbfounded, watching as the Hyperion-Xenomorph overturned the entire continent of Atlantis, slamming it into a giant chasm that had opened below.

In an instant, a massive earthquake tore through the seabed. Ferocious waves surged outward in every direction — powerful enough to wipe out any surviving Atlanteans.

Atlantis was utterly finished.

Namor's face twisted in profound despair. He had never imagined that the ancient race, which had lasted twenty thousand years, would end under his reign — and in modern times, no less.

One after another, powerful Xenomorphs swarmed toward Namor, finally overwhelming and devouring the Sea King who had fought to the bitter end.

"History really does repeat itself. The Hyperion-Xenomorph lifted the entire Atlantis and smashed it to pieces. Such a waste, though. There were still quite a few survivors who could have been used as hosts... but now they're all dead."

Duncan, sensing everything from afar, shook his head slightly.

In a parallel universe, a frenzied Hyperion had once done the same — lifting and smashing Atlantis.

"Boss, we've detected large numbers of strange creatures in the ocean — they resemble fish, but their skin is very dark."

"Don't worry about them. Those are the Deep Sea Fishmen — old enemies of Atlantis. Now that Atlantis is gone, we'll take over their job. Send a force to suppress those creatures. It's a great way to expand our forces too."

Duncan didn't take the Deep Sea Fishmen seriously. If they couldn't even defeat Atlantis, what chance did they have against the Xenomorphs? Their fate was already sealed.

This battle shook the entire world.

Anyone with access to information, upon seeing the endless Xenomorph armies spread throughout the oceans, felt a chill from the depths of their soul.

Just imagining it — facing an unstoppable army, fearless and endless — was too brutal for the mind to bear.

"What is the Sorcerer Supreme doing? Is she just going to sit back and watch the mortal world fall apart without lifting a finger?"

"The Sorcerer Supreme isn't your nanny. She has her own code of conduct. Perhaps, from her perspective, this doesn't yet count as serious damage to Earth. Following that logic, it can only mean one thing: maybe an even more terrifying enemy is about to emerge — and Duncan is racing to amass more forces."

This world has never lacked intelligent minds. Even without full information, they could list every possibility and narrow it down logically.

But who — or what — could it be?Who could force Duncan to take such extreme measures — sparking a global oceanic war and wiping out an ancient race?

Nobody knew.But it almost certainly wasn't an Earthly enemy. Most likely, it came from outer space — or another dimension.

Duncan, however, knew exactly what was coming.

He recalled the scene of Knull attacking Earth in Universe 616.

Just the Celestials alone — Knull brought three of them, each carefully selected and parasitized by symbiotes he personally nurtured. Through this method, Knull achieved powerful control over these three Celestials.

He only sent a portion of his symbiote army, yet it completely surrounded Earth, sealing it off so densely that no sunlight could penetrate.

Duncan thought that even if the Knull of this universe was far weaker than the Knull of 616, and hadn't yet recovered his peak strength, simply transferring part of his symbiote forces from Klyntar would be more than enough to cause Earth devastating trouble.

This was a completely different battle compared to fighting Dormammu — it was a brutal clash of overwhelming numbers. Even someone like the Ancient One couldn't possibly scatter magical arrays to every remote corner of Earth and seal off the entire solar system without leaving gaps. It was simply impossible.

The same principle held: when facing an enemy with overwhelming numbers, you either figure out a way to shatter a star with one punch at the outset — destroying the planet and the enemy army along with it for the fastest clean-up — or you fight them off inch by inch through attrition.

During the Civil War event, even powerful heroes like Captain Marvel and Hyperion, when isolated from Earth by Hydra's Captain America and forced to face endless waves of Chitauri, eventually grew exhausted and would have died if the situation dragged on.

Duncan had made full preparations. Now, it was up to Loki to make his move.

And... how many secret S.H.I.E.L.D. projects would Nick Fury bring out this time?

"This battle is going to completely drain S.H.I.E.L.D.," Duncan thought. "After that, the organization can finally fade into the history books. Anyway, across countless parallel universes, the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. and its replacement by all sorts of chaotic groups is nothing new."

Duncan had made up his mind: this time, he would not grant S.H.I.E.L.D. any extra chances.

Facing such a massive alien army — growing larger by the moment, already surpassing 400,000 — and considering that the symbiotes multiplied exponentially, expansion would only accelerate in the future.

No one could stay calm under these circumstances.

As Atlantis's most direct rival, the nation of Wakanda fell into chaos.

From the outbreak of the two nations' war, Wakanda had been closely watching the battle's developments. They then witnessed, helplessly, the utter destruction of Atlantis by the aliens — a relentless assault, sacrificing everything to wipe out their enemies.

Without question, after this battle, Duncan's power expanded once again.

"Just their overwhelming numbers alone have left us helpless," said T'Challa, the prince of Wakanda, his voice low and heavy. He was under tremendous pressure.

King T'Chaka, seated on the throne, wore an equally grim expression.

Wakanda was not some obscure small country, nor was its rise without cause. The origin of the first Black Panther stemmed from receiving powers from the legendary Panther God, passed down through generations.

During World War II, Red Skull even attempted an invasion to seize Wakanda's vibranium.

But now, a ferocious new threat had emerged — a force so overwhelming in both quality and quantity that it wiped out Atlantis entirely.

Seeing their old rival fall into such ruin — a fate worse than death — left Wakanda trembling in fear. They worried that Duncan, through Atlantis prisoners, would learn of Wakanda and lead his forces against them next.

"We never provoked him, nor have we ever harmed a single alien," T'Challa said anxiously. "Our protective shields cover the entire nation; it's impossible for an alien to have slipped in and been accidentally killed by our people."

Suddenly, his sister Shuri spoke up. Possessing an intellect surpassing even Tony Stark, her thinking speed outpaced everyone present combined.

"I analyzed all intelligence on Duncan and built a comprehensive psychological model… In short, aside from Father, none of us here would even catch his attention. We simply can't offer him quality hosts."

Wakandan warriors mainly advanced through their vibranium technology tree — most relied on high-tech equipment.

"Should we be relieved that our people are too weak to interest him?" T'Challa asked grimly.

"Why not, brother?" Shuri answered. "Times have changed — drastically. We must see this world through new eyes."

She turned toward the tribal elders gathered in the palace and said loudly, "Which of you believes you can withstand the terrifying numbers of the alien horde? Soon, their forces will surpass a million, then two million, and eventually tens of millions! How long do you think our protective shields can hold? And that's assuming we're only facing ordinary aliens — if Duncan's elite commanders personally take action, what can we use to stop them?"

Calling on the Panther God across multiversal planes was not an option.

Besides, the Panther God likely wouldn't bother saving a single kingdom in a random, insignificant universe. With countless universes collapsing every moment, the Panther God Bast wouldn't intervene unless she had gone mad.

Especially in Duncan's universe — an unnumbered, neglected backwater overlooked by the gods.

Maybe one day, if someone from this universe rose to prominence and caught the attention of the gods, the universe might earn a designation.

The Wakandans quickly reached a consensus: they sent Prince T'Challa to New York as an envoy to meet the terrifying man himself.

Faced with a being capable of wiping out entire races, no one could feel unafraid — Duncan's reputation was built upon mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

Entering the Weyland Tower, Prince T'Challa carefully observed his surroundings. Apart from aliens moving about the floors, the building looked exactly like a normal headquarters of a massive corporation — so orderly that it sent chills down his spine. It was as if nothing unusual had happened; even the transportation of Atlantis prisoners to the 93rd floor seemed completely unnoticed.

"This is insane," T'Challa thought. "This guy is barely different from a demon god. Maybe only a hell-lord could be even crazier than him..."

Welcoming the prince was Gloria, Spider-Man's former friend, now promoted to Weyland Tower's Chief Secretary.

Had King T'Chaka himself come, Duncan might have personally greeted him. But for a future Black Panther? Not worth Duncan's personal time.

Gloria wore a professional, polite smile. "I'm afraid I'll be the one receiving you today. Our leadership is occupied with other matters..."

"Occupied with what?" T'Challa immediately asked. His instincts told him it must be related to Duncan's military expansion.

"Why, planning how to maintain world peace, of course. It's something we've always been dedicated to," Gloria said politely, leaving T'Challa utterly confused.

World peace? Coming from Duncan and his alien horde, those words sounded utterly absurd.

But T'Challa would soon learn what devastating catastrophe was about to unfold.