As Charles got closer to the shipwreck, he could see the wriggling starfish lying on it.
The smell of gunpowder began to permeate the air, and he had reached the edge of the battlefield.
"Swish!" A pair of green scaly claws with webbed flesh suddenly stretched out from under Charles' feet and grabbed his legs tightly.
This was just the beginning. More and more green claws stretched out from under the water and grabbed Charles, as if trying to drag him into the water.
Just when Charles was about to be completely surrounded by these green claws, white arcs of electricity flashed on his body in an instant. The green claws were twitching continuously and began to emit white smoke.
Charles held the black blade in his hand and cut directly at the palms around him, and a dozen green claws immediately splattered blood.
A 60-meter-long steam ship next to Charles seemed to see him and began to turn towards him.
Charles knew the ship, it was Feuerbach's "Sea Razor". Feuerbach was at the Admiralty, and it was unknown who was managing the ship now.
Just as Charles was waving flags to tell them not to pass, a hazy black object rushed forward underwater and slammed heavily into the stern of the "Wave Razor". With a violent roar, the entire ship struggled in the sea, the iron hull exploded and shattered piece by piece, and the turbine compartment exploded and caught fire.
Not long after, the "Wave Razor" turned into a huge fireball on the black sea. The flames reflected the inky black sea water red, and the sea water within a kilometer radius was boiling.
The firelight made Charles' face hot, and also illuminated his angry face clearly.
He soon found the culprit, a huge green shipwreck whose towering masts proved that it was a long-obsolete sailing ship.
But the wooden bow that should have been sealed now opened its mouth like a living thing, and the uneven wooden boards were like the hideous sharp teeth of the sailboat.
Some skinless sharks tied up in rusty steel cages kept jumping out of the mouth, and they quickly gathered into a black mass in the sea.
At this time, the sharks seemed to have identified Charles as an enemy and were approaching him quickly.
Charles did not hesitate. He pushed his feet hard on the water and rushed over there. The distance between the two sides was closing rapidly.
Just when Charles was about ten meters away from the sunken ship, the dark green water beneath him suddenly turned black, and a ferocious shark mouth rushed out of the water and directly wrapped him in its mouth.
Just as it was about to close its mouth to bite, Charles' transparent tentacles quickly shot out, wrapping around and pulling at the sharp teeth on both sides.
Charles' body instantly flew out like a slingshot.
With his roar, Charles slammed heavily onto the wet and sticky deck of the sunken ship.
Charles, with white arcs shining all over his body, was like a god or demon. He raised various weapons and madly slaughtered the naked divers around him.
Just as Charles was making a mess of the sunken ship, a deep diver holding a skull staff suddenly stood up and waved his weapon.
A ball of sea water floated out from the water and quickly crashed towards Charles.
Just as the huge water ball was about to hit Charles, he changed his left hand and a flesh revolver appeared in his hand. "Bang, bang, bang!"
The head of the Deep Diver holding the long staff was suddenly ripped open, and dark red blood flowed down the disgusting green scales, but he did not die.
"How dare you become an enemy of the servants of the Almighty! I will curse you!!" said the Deep Diver with only half of his head left. He wiped the blood off his face with his hand and quickly drew on his abdomen.
But before he could finish painting, Charles pounced on him like a tiger and chopped off his head with one knife.
When Charles returned to the rippling water again, the sunken ship behind him fell into the water with a creaking sound.
Looking at the chaos around him, Charles did not waste time and quickly moved towards his target. Soon he saw his target, the sunken ship carrying his family.
Charles did not rush forward rashly. He knew that even if he absorbed two relics, he would be courting death if he directly challenged his clan members.
Charles saw a ship that was moving rapidly. It did not engage in battle with the Deep Diver's shipwreck like other warships. It would just run away when it encountered it occasionally.
After thinking quickly for a moment, Charles rushed towards the ship. When it passed by, he stabbed the black blade horizontally into the hull and rushed up.
The humans on the Governor's ship obviously knew Charles.
The people on this ship don't look like navy men. Judging from their tattoos and clothes, they look more like a group of pirates.
Charles asked the people in front of him, "What kind of mission are you receiving here?"
"Always keep an eye on that octopus head, and when it attacks, take action to destroy it."
The person who spoke was a woman with a very gloomy face. Her scarlet hair hung down, covering her right eye and most of her face. The red scorpion tattoo on her neck was particularly eye-catching.
"What have you gained from observing for so long?"
"No, this thing doesn't seem to have any intention of taking action. I personally feel like he's waiting for something."
"What are you waiting for? What can this thing wait for? Could it be that he has reinforcements?" Charles supported the railing with one hand, thinking with a frown.
After Alia stole a glance at Charles, her eyes rolled slightly. She tucked the scarlet hair in front of her eyes behind her ears and asked, "Governor, I heard that Director Dipper is back, right?"
Charles turned his head and looked at her, "Who are you to him?"
"I used to be his subordinate." Alia's voice suddenly rose.
"Fight well. The matter with that brat is not over yet. Once the troubles at hand are over, I will settle the accounts with that guy."
Just as Alia was about to say something, a sailor popped his head out of the command tower. "Boss! Command has given orders that it's not a good idea to continue like this. Let's test them first to see how strong they are."
Alia turned her head and looked at Charles, as if waiting for instructions.
"This is your ship, and the people on board are yours. I will not interfere with the command."
Alia nodded, then turned around and gave an order, her voice full of dominance rarely seen in women. "Send a telegram to ask for two warships to come over to cover us, and test them with artillery shells first! All three places, get ready! It's time for us to go out!"
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone on the ship cheered, as if they were not going on an extremely dangerous mission, but were going to a bar to drink and celebrate.
As the telegram was sent out, the two 70-meter-long warships on the surrounding area quickly approached and, together with the fast ship under Charles, pressed towards the family.
(End of this chapter)