"Boom!" A shell exploded at the stern of the Narwhal. The bow of the entire ship was blown up high, and everyone on the deck was thrown into the air, including Margaret and Charles.
She was in mid-air and had no leverage, so this was a perfect opportunity for a sneak attack, and Charles would not give up.
A sharp black thorn, thirty centimeters long, suddenly appeared from mid-air and pierced towards the gap between the third ribs under Margaret's armpit.
That place is closest to the heart. If this move hits, Margaret will be killed in one stroke.
As a trophy from the surface, the black thorn is extremely sharp. Charles has tried it and found that it is enough to break through his reinforced skin.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak~~" accompanied by the sound of nails scratching on the blackboard, Charles' weapon could no longer move forward even a little bit.
The air around Margaret seemed to condense into a solid state, forming an air wall that blocked Charles' approach.
It was obvious that Margaret had made sufficient preparations for this attack mission, even preparing defensive measures.
"I got you!" Margaret raised her tight right leg and kicked hard with a strong force.
"Swish!" A sound of flesh tearing was heard, and the three transparent tentacles wrapped with black needles were forcibly cut off. If Charles had not held back and used tentacles instead of arms, his body would have been cut off.
The two men in mid-air fell to the ground and fought each other. Odrick, who was standing next to him, took advantage of this opportunity, raised his rifle and began to help his captain.
Although the bullet could not penetrate Margaret's skin, it could limit her vision if it hit her face.
Suddenly, the vampire's expression froze, and most of his neck split. Blood spurted out from the wound, leaving a transparent human figure next to it.
The next second, at Lily's call, the rats that were fighting each other on the deck quickly gathered together, climbed on the invisible man and bit his blood vessels frantically.
The few remaining flying insects quickly fell and began to attack Lily's mice. There were continuous explosions and screams. The two sides fought in a group and the battle was very chaotic.
The white electric arc jumped onto Margaret, but even though she was twitching from the electric shock, Margaret still rushed forward with murderous intent in her eyes.
She slammed into Charles' body, and her hands were as hard as iron, strangling Charles' neck.
Hearing the crunching sound in his ear, Charles felt that his spine was about to be broken.
He flipped his right hand, and a sharp black thorn pierced through the palm of his prosthetic limb and stabbed towards her right eye.
Although Margaret dodged in time, she could only barely save her eyes. The black thorn was like a razor, shaving off a large piece of flesh from the corner of her eye to her temple.
As the opponent's strength faded, Charles immediately took the initiative and stabbed Margaret with seven or eight black thorns from all angles.
For a moment, Margaret was in crisis, but at this moment, an unexpected situation occurred that no one expected.
A shell fell from the sky and exploded beside the two of them. The huge shock wave blew the two of them away.
Charles hit the chimney hard, causing a large part of the tall chimney to dent. With blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he touched his black and purple neck that had been pinched, and stood up with a serious expression.
The shells were not aimed at him. Right in front of him, a shell directly hit a insect body that was several dozen meters long. Internal organs and flesh splattered everywhere. Those guys in the distance seemed to be attacking indiscriminately.
Several warships in the distance heard the sound of 134, immediately stopped bombing, and began to encircle the Narwhal.
Charles, panting, was secretly anxious. He knew he had to find a way to stop them. If the Narwhal was really surrounded, it would be a big trouble.
Thinking of this, Charles kicked his feet and rushed towards the insect man's hull that was tightly holding on to his ship.
But at this moment, Margaret appeared in front of him again, and the two daggers that she had thrown out before reappeared in her hands.
"Don't even think about going over there. You must die here today!" The blood from the wound dripped into Margaret's eyes, making her eyes seem to turn blood red. Coupled with that crazy expression, she looked particularly terrifying.
Now she is like a hungry ghost crawling out of hell, without any trace of the innocent girl she once was.
Charles reached into his bosom and pulled out his diary again.
The pages of the book turned quickly, and Anna, wrapped in a white bath towel, fell out from inside. She frowned slightly and looked very impatient.
"What are you doing? I'm busy down there too, okay? Eh? Isn't this Margaret? Darling, long time no see."
Anna looked at the woman in front of her with a smile and greeted her enthusiastically.
"No time to explain! Kill her for me!" After Charles said this, his body quickly transformed into a bat monster and attacked from the air.
Just as Margaret was about to chase him, Anna appeared in front of her. "My dear, I'm sorry, but you can't leave. My man asked me to kill you. I've always wanted to know what your flesh would taste like, and now I can finally do it."
As soon as she finished speaking, in Margaret's horrified eyes, she saw that her hands suddenly had their own ideas. She raised the dagger in her hand and slashed towards her neck.
Without paying attention to the battle situation behind him, Charles had already come above the "King". The bandaged plants had covered all of the opponent's fat. Even though it kept struggling and rolling, the roots were still getting deeper and deeper.
But even though it was roaring in pain, its huge mantis-like forelimbs still held tightly to the bow of the Narwhal without relaxing at all.
Charles folded his wings and dived directly at the "king" that had become the figurehead. That was its head. Even if he couldn't kill it, as long as it was out of control of its body, the speed of the Narwhal could be increased again.
Just as the two sides were about to collide, a green shadow suddenly appeared from Charles' left peripheral vision and hung on him.
That was the long monster next to 134. It was incredibly fast and powerful. Its centipede-like arms left a trail of afterimages as it grabbed Charles madly.
Blood and skin flew everywhere, and in just one second, one side of Charles' body was instantly covered in blood and flesh.
134 in the air was also approaching this side. Seeing that Charles was about to be trapped in a pincer attack, "Swoosh~!" Charles' body instantly disappeared in front of it and appeared on the large insect body of the "King" not far away.
Charles, who had just landed, half squatted and vomited. The relic he took out of Alice's body last time came in handy in this situation, but the side effects were really troublesome.
(End of this chapter)