This is an epic poem sung by poets. Everyone who has been here can't help but feel their hearts surge with excitement. They witness this scene that is almost impossible to appear in the normal world, and the fear in their hearts quickly spreads as the magnificent scene unfolds.
It was as if a huge hole had been punched between heaven and earth, and all things were swallowed up by it, rolled up together, and set off raging waves. The morning light and starlight were also shattered by it, shattering into a sky full of brilliant light.
The Blood Shark and the Morning Advance opened fire on each other, suppressing the advance of the Narwhal. A few days ago they were mortal enemies, but now they stood together because of another greater threat.
"Humans are always like this. They hate each other and kill each other. But when there is another greater threat, they often unite with their enemies. After the threat is resolved, they hate and kill each other again."
The plague doctor whispered that he had seen too many things like this in his long life.
Brothers turn against each other, fathers and sons become enemies, human beings seem to always be like this, constantly making mistakes and repeating the cycle.
"Maybe. Humans are both noble and despicable... Who says that?"
Lorenzo was too lazy to think about these things. He looked at the tattered bird-beak mask and smiled in confusion.
"But what is that, Plague Doctor? What's in the box?"
The plague doctor raised the safe in his hand and did not directly answer Lorenzo's question.
"Some personal belongings."
"Looks are important. You have to be with it even in life-threatening situations like this."
Lorenzo stared at the safe for a while, but he didn't ask any more questions.
"Perhaps in the future... or even in a few hours, this thing will be handed over to you, Mr. Holmes."
The plague doctor suddenly said, his scarlet eyes beneath the thick lenses.
"What is this? A gift for me. This sounds weird."
"Hey, who knows?"
The plague doctor picked up the safe and gently stroked the cold metal. He seemed to be a little confused and babbling nonsense.
Amidst the flames, shells fell on the Narwhal one after another, shattering the rusty metal, penetrating the deck, and riddled with holes in an instant.
Logically, this strange ironclad ship should have sunk, but it still stood steadily on the sea, with seawater pouring into it through its broken wounds. However, it has lasted for so long, and there is still no sign of being dragged into the sea.
It seemed as if an unknown force was controlling the Narwhal. It had long since become the spokesperson for some unknown existence, bringing down divine punishment on these mortals who had entered the divine realm.
"Demons are starting to board the ship!"
Zeo shouted, and beneath the turbulent sea water, there were those hideous and dead faces. They stretched out their arms and scratched the hull of the Blood Shark, making a harsh sound.
All those who died in the deep sea have been awakened. In this kingdom of the dead, there should be no breath of the living.
"They are now in your hands. Haven't you always longed for great achievements?"
The Plague Doctor and Lorenzo stood together. This critical situation did not seem to be worth the Plague Doctor's action. He and Lorenzo both knew very well that these were just advance teams, and the real enemy was the sea snakes lurking under the deep sea.