The air on the boat was almost frozen. Apart from the sound of the waves, the only sound was the sound of the bandaged bones rubbing against the floor.
Seeing that the towering island was only a few hundred meters away from colliding with the Narwhal, its body trembled violently and fell tiltedly into the sea.
"Wait! Something seems wrong, there's something happening in the sea!!" Charles rushed back to the side of the boat and stuck most of his head out to look underwater.
In the shaking waves, Charles saw a deeper object with red eyes in the dark water. It was a god, the same god he had seen once in the deep sea.
Charles' head began to hurt and the whispering in his ears became louder and louder.
Charles ignored the increasingly serious spiritual pollution, and looked into the sea excitedly. Compared with what he saw five years ago, there was something more next to this god.
"BOOM!!" Another island sank. Whatever that thing was, it was fighting with that god! !
"Hurry! Speed up! This is our last chance to escape! As long as the vortex furnace doesn't explode, overload it to death!"
Charles yelled hysterically into the communication pipe in the turbine compartment.
After yelling, Charles rushed out of the cockpit again. At this time, there were only two islands left around him.
"Come on! Come on! Kill it!" Charles covered his head and cheered for the underwater thing.
The extremely long distance and the dark seabed made it difficult for him to see the object clearly. Only the special yellow cat-like pupil was very eye-catching.
"Boom~!!" Another towering island sank, and the waves pushed the Narwhal further away. In the battle in the deep sea, it seemed that the cat-eyed god was more powerful.
Gradually the waves subsided, and the Narwhal finally moved away from the battle that was completely beyond the reach of human beings.
But Charles did not relax and ordered the ship to continue moving forward. He stood outside the cockpit without any relaxation, alert to the danger that might arise at any time.
"That god's name is Hypnos? And who is the god who is fighting Hypnos? How many gods are there in this sea?"
Charles had more questions in his mind, but it didn’t matter whether he knew the answers or not, at least he escaped.
Another two days and two nights passed in this tense atmosphere. Only at this time did Charles' tense heart finally relax, knowing that his ship was finally safe.
The moment he relaxed, he fell directly to the cold floor. He hadn't slept for five days and five nights. Even an iron man couldn't hold on for such a long time.
Charles slept very soundly this time, but he was eventually woken up by someone.
"Captain, wake up, wake up quickly." Charles felt that the voice was particularly familiar, but it shouldn't appear here.
He opened his eyes and found himself lying on his bed, with Second Officer Krona sitting beside him. It was he who had just woken him up.
"Is there something going on?" Charles quickly put on his boots and was about to go out.
However, at this moment, Charles suddenly froze. He turned his head in astonishment and looked at the second mate beside him, "Krona, aren't you dead?"
Krona smiled at first, then touched his chest with his hand in fear. "If I hadn't been prepared, I would have really died. Fortunately, I knew this would happen before I came here, so I prepared a life-saving relic."
"After we get off the ship, I'll give you the relic, but it costs a lot."
After Charles looked at the second mate carefully for a while, he found that he was indeed not dead, and a relieved smile immediately appeared on his face.
"It's okay. Before I came here, I told Misha that the captain asked me for help, so I had to help. And it's just this once."
Krona wanted to continue talking, but was stopped by Charles. "Okay, let's talk about this later. How long have I slept? Why did you wake me up?"
"Captain, you have been sleeping for two days. I woke you up because we have reached our destination."
Hearing this, Charles rushed out the door without saying a word.
The second mate quickly followed and said, "Captain, I haven't finished yet. We have arrived at the destination, but there is no island on the sea. Are you sure there is no problem with the chart?"
Charles quickly reached the deck and looked around blankly with other crew members. The dark sea was empty, not to mention an island, there was not even a reef.
"Audric, search the surrounding three kilometers of sea area to see if there is an error in the chart."
The blind vampire nodded, spread his wings, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Charles was not idle at this time. He quickly took out the spare nautical chart and compared it with the nautical chart on the wall of the cockpit.
Soon, the bats came back, and there were no islands around them, just sea.
"What's going on? Can the island grow legs and run away?" Charles frowned as he looked at the nautical chart in front of him.
Suddenly his head jerked up. "Wait, an island may not grow legs, but it can sink!"
"Narwhal, dive! Let's go into the water and see if there are any clues." Following Charles' order, the crew began to move. The cold sea water filled the water tank, and the huge arc steel plates forged from No. 3 steel quickly closed above the deck.
The Narwhal dived, and the searchlight shone on the dark sea water around it. The sea here seemed to be very deep, and it never touched the ground.
About five minutes later, Norden, who was in charge of staring at the periscope, shouted loudly: "Report! Found something abnormal on the seabed!"
Charles rushed over quickly, pushed him aside and looked towards the periscope.
Charles, who had dark vision, saw more than Norden. There was no sunken island on the dark seabed.
Although there was no island, there was something else. To the right of the Narwhal there was a patch of uneven ground, as if it had been scraped by something.
"30 left, drive over and take a closer look. This landform doesn't look like it was formed naturally."
The Narwhal continued to move forward. The bumpy road seemed to have no camera and stretched into the dark sea.
Charles felt a little weird in his heart. He seemed to feel that the island that should have the key suddenly turned into a snail and crawled away directly from the bottom of the sea. These uneven seabed were the traces left by this "snail".
"Could it be that this island really grew legs and ran away?" Charles thought of many possibilities, but none of them could explain the current situation.
But no matter what the situation was, it could not stop his determination to find the key, and he ordered the Narwhal to drive along the scratched road.
(End of this chapter)