"Bang!!" Charles was pushed out by a huge force.
After the one-armed man rolled quickly in the air, his feet stood firmly on the water, staring at the injured clansman above.
As the tentacle gently waved over the bleeding wound, the wound healed quickly.
But seeing the unusually ugly expression on the octopus's head, Charles knew that his attack had obviously worked.
"You... this... human who betrayed the master's trust!!" The horror of the clan looked at Charles with murderous intent.
"You are not worthy of the Master's Mark!! I take it back!!"
Just as the tentacles on the clan member were fully extended and he raised the golden short staff in his hand to rush towards Charles, a cannonball was fired over.
The clan member's body moved a little in the air to avoid the attack, and he looked down with an uncertain look.
That was an attack by the steamship. As the huge sea tentacles interrupted it, the people from the three places had returned to their own ship and began to provide support with two deck guns.
Charles, the family, and the three places led by Alia are now in a triangular confrontation.
Just as the three parties were preparing for the final battle to the death, a shrill whistle sounded, and everyone from the three parties turned their heads to look in that direction.
The dark horizon was illuminated by welding-white searchlights, revealing a menacing fleet.
Unlike ordinary steam warships, the warships of this fleet were hung with various heavy chains on both sides, and at the front of the chains were sharp blades.
The deep divers who tried to surround and stop it had their heads chopped off by the blade. It was the living ship of Icha Island, and Elizabeth's reinforcements had arrived.
A crew member of a nearby speedboat held up a telescope and silently recorded everything. After reading it, he quickly rushed back to the cabin and pressed the telegraph rhythmically.
Soon the intelligence from the front line was transmitted to the Hope Island headquarters. Feuerbach quickly took a list and handed it directly to the adjutant next to him.
"From the current intelligence, although the Families are powerful, their weaknesses are also obvious. We can dispatch the reserved troops to deal with them. The reinforcements from Icha Island have also arrived. If the Deep Divers only use this method, then their attack has failed."
Feuerbach's guess was absolutely correct. The living ships on Icha Island were very restrained in dealing with the scattered deep divers in the water.
With the addition of speedboats, the pressure on Charles' side was greatly reduced. The endless attacks from the navy on the ship made it difficult for his family to cope with them.
These are all navy personnel. Although their strengths vary, they cooperate with each other very well.
Standing on the sea, Charles looked at the battle situation in front of him, estimating how he could join in to deal a fatal blow to the opponent.
His clan's ability to save his life is always endless, and he can always use his strange magic to escape from various fatal situations.
Suddenly, a strong light swept over from the side. It was the searchlight of the Purple Rose.
When Charles grabbed the squirming rope and jumped onto the deck, he was wrapped tightly by a soft ball.
"Honey, I miss you so much. I think of you every moment." The red lips with a hint of fragrance were heavily imprinted on Charles' lips.
Feeling the hostility of the other female crew members in the cockpit, Charles grabbed the sexy face that was constantly pressing down with his hands and said to the blushing Elizabeth: "Wait, now is not the time to do this."
Elizabeth smiled slightly when she heard this. She leaned over and licked the lipstick off Charles' lips and said to him, "Well, let's talk slowly after we're done."
"How many good fighters did you bring with you this time? Let's get rid of that octopus head first. There are still three enemies like this one."
Charles turned around and was about to rush down, but was hugged by Elizabeth, who said angrily, "You are the governor, not the admiral. Get used to your position. Apart from Cavendish's men, which governor would go to the front line?"
As Elizabeth finished speaking, an elderly man with a white beard and a high-collared purple robe came over. He held a long-handled amethyst staff in his hand and wore a robe with flowing inscriptions on it.
A group of people dressed similarly followed him and bowed slightly to Charles.
Charles knew this guy. He was Finn Gaunt, who had previously made the personality-erasing potion for Charles and Richard.
Led by Finn Gaunt, all the magicians jumped off the boat. Their magic did not seem to make them fly. Now their state was more like floating, barely staying on the water without sinking.
Elizabeth looked at Charles's broken arm with some heartache. She touched it gently with her fingers with red nail polish. "Charles, another piece is missing. Does it hurt?"
"It's okay, I'm used to it." Charles looked at the battle in front of him, responding absentmindedly. He could see that the mages on the West Coast were indeed quite capable, and they seemed to be able to restrain the teleportation of their clansmen.
With their joining, the entire battle situation suddenly became one-sided. Faced with so many enemies, the clan member was obviously unable to cope with it. Wounds of varying sizes began to appear on his body, and there was no time to heal.
"By the way, let me tell you something. I think I need to meet your wife."
Charles sighed helplessly, "Elizabeth, now is really not the time to discuss this."
"Is there anything else? Aren't all the problems solved? You see, that guy is almost being surrounded by our people."
Under the siege of everyone, the clan members looked weaker and weaker, as if they were about to fall into the sea in the next second.
"I feel like something is wrong. Why didn't the other two help? This is obviously illogical." Charles muttered to himself with a frown.
He really wanted to ask the Navy Headquarters what was going on, but without a telegram, he couldn't get in touch with them at all.
"Maybe they ran away. I heard that your wife is the best in the world."
"Well, what?"
"But I inquired about the ports we passed through, and there was no news of any fleet approaching. It was not me who instigated this. Your wife did not send troops."
Charles frowned as he watched the increasingly clear battle situation in front of him, and said nothing more.
"Morsmordre!!"
As Finn Gaunt, with his white beard fluttering like an angry lion, raised the long-handled amethyst staff in his hand, his followers trembled violently, and the various tentacles on their bodies shriveled and twisted.
"It's over! You filthy things from the sewer!!" A scorching fireball appeared at the front of the staff, intending to roast the clansmen in front of it into dried squids.
"Crack~" A low sound of metal friction came from the depths of darkness and echoed throughout the entire battlefield.
Hearing this voice, a trace of coldness appeared on the ugly face of the clan. His voice was always so harsh. "Humans, you are always so ignorant and always so self-righteous."
The "click~" sound rang again, and each one was louder than the last.
Hearing such a strange sound, everyone on the battlefield stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.
"Crack~~" As the sound became louder and louder, there was also the sound of noisy water waves.
Charles, who had excellent eyesight, seemed to see something huge moving in the darkness.
The naval fleets seemed to have received some instructions and began to retreat. What was even more strange was that even the deep divers in the water did the same.
The opponents who were fighting desperately just now are now running side by side in harmony.
As the outline in the darkness gradually became clear, Charles leaned forward and opened his eyes as wide as possible. "Is that...Lonka...? No, that's...Swan!"
Sorry, it's a little late today.
(End of this chapter)