The rotten electric pole was slowly pulled out of the water. Not just one pole, but as the broken wires on the pole were pulled, the other poles submerged in the water also slowly stood up.
These pole monsters are scrawny and covered in a shriveled mass the color of rusted metal. Its limbs are disproportionately long and thin, with arms and legs as long as its legs, ending in a pair of giant, bony hands.
As the mummies' bodies were still covered in barnacles and corals, it was clear they had been in the water for a long time, and their heads had not simply been replaced by telephone poles.
Among the hundreds of telephone poles, there are also some rotten loudspeakers with patina, and a few chimneys.
These mysterious humanoid creatures stood motionless, surrounding the Hope Island naval fleet. An unsettling gray mist gradually rose over the cold sea.
As Charles's shoulders sank slightly, Winky came up to the deck. "What are these? Dad, are you going to be sent back now?"
Charles glanced at the deserted construction site in the distance and stopped just as he was about to speak. He was very nervous before because there was no danger, but now that these monsters with telephone pole heads had appeared, he was much calmer.
The most terrifying thing in Earthsea is always the unknown. No matter if these things are the ghosts of the British Isles or other things in the water, as long as they are physical, they are not a threat, especially when there are himself and Flash on the boat.
Charles glanced at them and raised one hand gently, "Let them catch the digging! I'll stand here and I want to see what these things are going to do."
The Governor came down in person, and the others on board immediately followed suit.
As the round mines were lowered into the water, the black muzzles turned toward the telegraph poles, and the mechanical roar was heard again in the deserted headquarters on the British Isles.
The telephone poles in the dark formed a sharp contrast with the sailors under the searchlights, and the darkness and light corresponded to each other.
This standoff lasted for about half an hour, when suddenly there was a loud noise in the air, and gradually some meaningful words began to appear in the noise. "Fifteen. Deleted. Unset. Tariff. Seven."
Taking the telescope beside him, Charles looked into the darkness with one eye. His night vision allowed him to clearly see the slightly shaking loudspeakers. These meaningless sounds came from there.
"Shanshan, stimulate them a little." Charles said to them.
Hearing this, Shanshan, who was sitting on Charles' shoulder, suddenly swelled up, and the swollen tentacle ball covered with liquid eyeballs instantly appeared above the fleet.
The moment their true forms flashed through the air, the humanoid monsters on the electric poles began to sway in unison, like grass growing in the sea.
But Shanshan's presence not only affected them. The moment she appeared, everyone on the boat suddenly showed painful expressions. Some people even knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands and screamed loudly to vent the fear in their hearts.
Charles looked up at his daughter. "Can you influence others less? Who are you on?"
The Shining in mid-air disappeared like an afterimage, and the humanoid Shining walked out from behind Charles with an innocent look on his face, "This is not something I can control. They are too weak. I haven't done anything yet."
Charles sighed slightly in his heart. As Shanshan's power continued to increase, ordinary humans could no longer get close to her body.
"Dad, how about I send you back first, clean up these things, and then pick you up again?"
"Boom boom boom!!!" Flames continued to spew out from the muzzles, and the new weapons on the fleet began to demonstrate their powerful firepower.
Enormous columns of water shot up into the sky in rows, drowning the monsters. The sound of the crashing waves blocked out the meaningless phrases.
The sound of artillery fire lasted for nearly three minutes and finally stopped. When the sea water that was boiled by the shells slowly cooled down, Charles found that those things had disappeared.
"Bandage, ask the engineering team how long it will take. These things should not be so easy to deal with. They will come again." Charles shouted to the first mate behind the glass with a frown.
Bandage, who was standing in the cockpit of the fleet, picked up the black intercom, asked a few questions quickly, and then made a flag signal to indicate that the search would take three hours with all their might.
Charles frowned as he stared at the dark sea in front of him, wondering what those things were. "The dead souls of the British Isles? That shouldn't be the case. Weren't they sacrificed to the revelers by Swan?"
Before Charles could figure out the problem, the whole ship suddenly began to tilt slowly, and something lifted up the whole ship! !
"These guys are not done yet, are they?!" Charles took two quick steps and pushed hard on the edge of the boat, rushing down along the hull.
Charles, hanging upside down in the air, quickly saw what was below. It was a huge sunken ship, which was lifted up by its chimney and cockpit.
But this was obviously not an ordinary shipwreck. No other ship had its sides covered with densely packed eyes. Various flesh and blood organs burst out from the rusty hull, and dark purple blood vessels were spread all over the ship like veins all over the body.
When Charles saw the thing, it also saw Charles. Seawater kept dripping from the hull, and the muzzle of the flesh-wrapped gun was pointed at him.
With a "boom", a mixture of flesh, blood and machinery flew towards Charles with a whistling sound.
The speed of the shell was so fast that by the time Charles reacted, he had already seen half of a melted human face on the mass.
"Swish!" Charles' body disappeared instantly. When he reappeared, he was already standing on the strange shipwreck.
Charles quickly bent down and pressed his hands towards the body. With a crackling sound, a bright arc of electricity illuminated the entire sea surface nearby.
The sea water began to boil gradually, and a pungent burnt smell gradually spread. Under such powerful electricity, the flesh and blood on the hull were gradually charred.
Finally it could no longer hold on, a metallic creaking sound was heard from above, and the huge steel ship above pressed it back into the water.
When Charles, dripping wet, returned to the deck, he found that the surroundings had turned into a battlefield. All kinds of flesh and blood creatures spliced together with machines were rushing towards them continuously.
The entire dead silent British Isles seemed to come alive at this moment, and they attacked Charles frantically.
(End of this chapter)