"What the hell is going on? Are these guys controlled by something on the surface?"
Charles flapped his wings vigorously, quickly rose two or three hundred meters, and approached the amphibious steamship in the distance.
As the distance got closer, he could even clearly see the faces of those people and the octopus tentacle tattoos on their faces. In an instant, Charles' doubts were resolved.
It was the revenge of the Futan Cult. They had planted so many spies without realizing it.
Just then he saw the deck guns of the steamers begin to turn and point towards him.
Charles quickly rose higher, trying to get away from the opponent's attack range, but before he rose very high, a sharp bone flute appeared out of nowhere and pierced Charles' flesh membrane.
Transparent tentacles grew out of Charles' body and tried to pull out the bone flute, but the bone flute itself slid out quickly with an afterimage and stabbed fiercely into Charles' chest.
Behind the bone flute, a gray mist figure slowly emerged. It was one of Sodom 134's companions.
Although Charles dodged in time, his lungs were still pierced and he felt severe chest tightness for a while.
White arcs of electricity jumped from Charles, but passed through him after jumping onto him. This attack did not cause any harm to the Mist Man.
"Captain! Let me help you!" A ball of blue mist floated over from the side and entangled with the fog man to form a ball of dark blue smoke.
With Dipper's help, Charles quickly got out of trouble and they were able to touch each other.
Charles was just about to rush down to deal with these warships, but he saw a train-like smoke rushing towards the Narwhal at a very fast speed on the flat Gobi Desert in the distance. It was a huge white worm warship.
The bloated fat man who was stuck on the bow and kept roaring, and the insect joints that extended from both sides of the hull like oars, all showed that the other party was the fat insect man from Sodom.
The two deck guns controlled by Lily's mice kept firing. Even though they were bleeding from the shells, the opponent's speed did not slow down at all.
"No! 134 must be on that ship too! If she comes into contact with the Narwhal, we'll be in big trouble!"
Charles tried his best to rush back, but in the end he was not as fast as the other party.
The bloated insect ship collided heavily with the right side of the Narwhal, and the two ships pushed each other forward at an angle.
"The King" roared loudly, and the white fat on his body opened up. Dense and swarming strange insects flew out from it and flew towards the Narwhal.
Charles, who was in mid-air, finally arrived at this time. He rushed directly into the swarm of insects. White arcs of electricity appeared and disappeared from time to time, and the scorched insects fell like rain.
The other crew members also rushed onto the deck and began to fight back. The artillery fire in the distance never stopped, and the whole situation was in chaos for a while.
134 Smile, holding the doll, crawled out of the insect man. Looking at Charles in the air, she cleared her throat and began to sing.
A beautiful, strange song began to sound, and all the crew members of the Narwhal felt something beginning to grow beneath their skin.
At the beginning, 134's attack was very effective. The crew of the Narwhal fell to the ground with painful expressions, and the situation began to turn unfavorable for Charles and others.
But just when a hint of pride appeared on her face, she saw a large area of green growing out of a bandaged man and quickly spreading towards this side along with her singing.
As soon as the plants came into contact with the insect man's white fat flesh, they immediately began to grow wildly like crazy, and their roots continued to drill into it.
The bandage's plant abilities were greatly enhanced by the opponent's singing.
134 angrily stomped his right foot, which was wearing a little red leather shoe, and bared his sharp fangs and shouted: "Margaret! What are you doing! It's already this hour! Why don't you do it? If you don't do it, I will retreat!"
Margaret emerged from the pit wielding two daggers. Her face was abnormally flushed, and it was obvious that she had eaten something stimulating before leaving.
With murderous intent, she rushed directly towards Charlie, the second mate who was closest to her.
Charlie was about to activate his relic but it was too late, the sharp blade stabbed into his chest.
Pulling out the bloody dagger, Margaret didn't even look at Charlie who was bleeding behind her. She kicked her tight legs hard and rushed towards Norden who was shooting at her.
A dagger cut off Norden's fingers and the gun barrel, and Margaret turned around and slashed at the opponent's neck.
At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and Charles, with a large group of burnt and smelly flying insects, smashed heavily on Margaret, preventing her next attack.
However, faced with such a powerful impact, she, who looked frail, actually managed to withstand it.
An extremely suppressed roar sounded, and Margaret raised her double blades and inserted them deeply into Charles's sides, then smashed them to the ground with all her strength.
Hearing the sound of breaking bones beside his ears, Charles knew that several of his ribs might have been broken.
Seeing that the other party raised the dagger towards him again without hesitation, Charles quickly wrapped a dozen tentacles around her arm holding the weapon, trying to stop the other party.
But Margaret's strength was so strong that she forced Charles to retreat continuously.
Charles looked at the woman in front of him with murderous intent in his eyes for the first time, "Do you know what you are doing?!"
"What? Of course, we are going to take back our own glory on the battlefield just like the other ancestors of the Cavendish family!!"
"Bang!" Charles' back hit the wall. He had nowhere to retreat. Margaret's dagger slowly approached his heart.
Suddenly, two bats flew to Margaret's side, and one of them bit towards her carotid artery with its sharp teeth. Unfortunately, the vampire's fangs could not pierce Margaret's skin.
Margaret's grip suddenly loosened, the dagger in her right hand slipped out of her hand, and she stabbed Charles in the chest with her bare hands.
In the face of powerful force, flesh and blood were no different from tofu. Her fingers quickly broke through the skin, muscles, and broken ribs.
Just as her sharp nails touched Charles' beating heart, a cruel smile appeared on the excited scarred face.
At this extremely critical moment, Charles' right eye suddenly bulged out, bounced onto Margaret's face, and bit the white eyeball hard.
No matter how strong the defenses of other parts are, the eyeballs are always the weakest. When Margaret instinctively closed her eyes, Charles' bat body quickly shrank and turned into a human, breaking free from the opponent's control.
By the time Margaret crushed the spider with one palm, Charles' figure had disappeared into the air.
"I am the captain. I must be responsible for the crew. I will take your body back and bury it with honor."
Margaret's ears moved slightly, and she threw her left hand with all her strength. The sharp dagger shot towards the direction of the sound with an afterimage, but hit nothing.
(End of this chapter)