Charles felt a constant pressure coming from his body, he was being chewed by something!
"Fuck!" A white arc of electricity popped out directly from Charles' body and kept jumping in the other's mouth.
However, facing Charles' lightning attack, the opponent had no reaction at all and bit even harder. With a swish sound, Charles' diving suit was chewed through.
The extremely high pressure sea water sprayed in like a water knife.
Before he could react, there was a loud bang, and Charles was blown away. The searchlight of the Narwhal appeared in front of him again, and he got rid of the other party's control -
Taking advantage of the time to steady himself, Charles discovered that the loud noise was caused by the torpedo explosion of the Narwhal, and his crew was attacking to rescue him.
Although Charles really wanted to see what had attacked him, he couldn't care less now because his lungs were filled with sea water. If he didn't get back on the boat, he would die!
Charles grabbed the oxygen tube on his back and swam desperately towards the decompression chamber.
When Charles returned to the decompression chamber, he pushed open the door without even having time to decompress. Wearing a tattered diving suit, he was sprayed directly onto the corridor by the highly pressurized seawater.
Charles knelt on the ground and vomited sea water. The sea water in his mouth had been dyed red with blood, and there were scattered fragments of internal organs in the blood. The power of the sea water under pressure was so amazing that it tore his body into pieces.
Odric, who had turned into a bat, flew over first. As soon as he landed, he took out a bag of blood from his cloak and handed it directly to Charles.
Charles bit it quickly, and as the smell of blood filled his mouth, the severe pain all over his body quickly subsided. The human blood took effect and his wounds were healing.
"What's the situation outside?" Charles asked in a hoarse voice, his vocal cords seemed injured.
"I don't know, I can't see." The blind vampire said truthfully.
Charles pushed him away and walked quickly towards the rear deck. When he arrived, he found that the divers outside were rushing towards the decompression chamber, and the thing that had just attacked him had disappeared.
The crew members gathered around worriedly, asking if their captain was okay. From them, Charles learned that the one who attacked his hand was a huge gray, rotten bone fish.
Charles didn't care what the thing looked like, and he wasn't very interested.
What he knew now was that this sea area was absolutely full of dangers and there were countless deadly things. If one was not careful, one could lose his life.
Soon, the divers came back one after another, but they brought bad news.
Dipper, dragging a heavy diving suit in his hand, said to Charles bitterly: "Captain, the soldier is dead. This guy is so unlucky."
Charles rushed over and took off the heavy diving helmet with his hands. Norden, with a purple face mixed with sea water, flowed out of it and onto the deck.
His diving suit was torn, but this was not the main cause of his death. A large bone spur with barbs pierced his chest, which was the real cause of his death.
Charles sighed slightly, he still remembered the excitement of this kid when he first got on board, but it was gone in an instant.
Although he felt bad, Charles knew that he had no time to think about it now.
"Linda, preserve his body with salt and hand it over to his family after we return to Hope Island."
Linda nodded, grabbed Norden's collar and dragged him into the cabin.
Charles took a deep breath and clapped his hands at the crew members who had gathered around him. "Everyone return to your posts and continue the exploration. Time is running out and we have no time to waste."
As the crew members took their positions, the Narwhal began to move again, slowly moving away from its current location.
Shortly after the ship left, the headless stone sculpture standing under the skeleton slowly turned its body, facing the direction the ship left and stopped moving.
Just when Charles was feeling a little irritated, a rumbling sound was heard. It was his stomach growling. No one on the boat had eaten for a day.
Although he knew that this place was very dangerous, Charles still suspended the action and asked the chef to prepare food first.
Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. After all, people need to eat, otherwise the work efficiency will only get lower and lower.
Half an hour later in the cafeteria, the crew were wolfing down their food. The situation outside was not suitable for leisurely enjoying the food, and everyone was trying to fill their stomachs as quickly as possible and return to their posts.
Just as Charles was chewing on the somewhat shriveled fruit, the humanoid Anna, with her hands covering her head, sat down next to him.
Her brain looked very weird, very swollen, and was constantly squirming.
"Hey, don't blame me for not reminding you. I can only hold on for another six hours at most. You'd better find a way to get up within these six hours, otherwise everyone on your ship will go crazy." Anna said gritting her teeth.
Hearing this, Charles became a little anxious. God knows how big this place is, and six hours might not be enough. "Can't it be longer?"
Anna glared at Charles fiercely, her eyes seemed to pop out.
"You think I have it easy, don't you? Do you know how difficult it is to maintain the sanity and cognition of more than ten people? That kind of influence exists all the time! I can't stop for even a moment!"
Anna's body is close to collapse and she looks like she might turn back into her true form at any moment.
Charles didn't say anything, but patted Anna gently on the back.
Anna murmured and walked out staggeringly.
Seeing his wife leave, he lowered his head and was about to drink the last serving of mushroom soup when he suddenly heard the sound of a plate falling to the ground next to him.
Charles turned his head and saw Second Officer Knoden pointing at the corner of the cafeteria with a horrified expression. "Why is this guy here?"
Norden, his body covered with salt, was sitting straight and eating food.
Seeing his companions looking at him in horror, Norden wiped his mouth a little embarrassedly. "I will lie down in the medical room after I finish eating. I don't need you to bring me food. I can move by myself. My chest doesn't hurt at all."
Charles raised his right hand instantly, and a revolver appeared in his hand. "Sanshui Norden! Stand up!"
"Yes, Captain! Sanshui Norden reporting!!" Norden stood up instantly and saluted with his right hand.
"When was the first time we met?" Charles pointed his gun straight at the other person's eyebrows, and he would pull the trigger immediately if the other person showed any abnormality.
“We first met at the dock!”
"What did you tell me then?"
"I told you at the time..."
In response to Charles' questions, Norden answered fluently without any pause. This guy was Norden and he was actually alive again.
(End of this chapter)