Charles used all his strength to step on his feet and push James to the outside, but he was stuck and couldn't get down.
"Get out of here!" Charles jumped up high with all his strength and stomped hard on the sole of James' foot. The sound of flesh tearing was heard, and a large piece of flesh on James' waist was scraped off, and he rushed out directly.
Charles rushed out with James, but the moment he appeared, the exit suddenly closed, trapping Charles' left arm.
Charles gritted his teeth, stepped on the wall, and pulled hard, but he couldn't pull it down.
James, who was next to him, floated over and grabbed Charles' waist and pulled hard.
Charles patted him and pointed toward the water, but the big man shook his head vigorously and pulled hard.
Charles felt the water around him begin to become turbulent and the island was descending faster.
Feeling the increasing pressure all around him, Charles knew that if he didn't make a choice, the water pressure alone would kill him.
He made up his mind, took out the black blade and chopped it hard along the edge of the wall.
Scarlet blood spurted out from the broken part, and the descent of the two men finally stopped.
When Charles subconsciously glanced towards the darkness underwater, he was shocked to find that there was more than just one island sinking.
A dozen identical islands fell just as rapidly,
And below them, Charles vaguely saw a mass of wriggling darkness. The darkness was so huge that the island that had trapped them before was only the size of an index finger in front of it. No, perhaps the island was its index finger
It suddenly dawned on him that these islands were all one, that they were all part of the darkness.
"Shua!" A huge scarlet eye appeared in the wriggling darkness, followed by two and three more.
The whispering sound in his ears sounded again, and Charles immediately closed his eyes and tried his best to swim upstream quickly following James.
On the deck, the crew, wet and shivering from the cold, looked anxiously towards the water. Their captain and chief engineer had not come up yet.
Lily stood on the edge of the boat and ran from left to right, then from right to left, tears welling up in her eyes.
"What should I do if something happens to Mr. Charles? Where should I go? No, Mr. Charles will be fine. He is so powerful! He will be fine!"
Just when it was about to cry, it suddenly saw Charles and James supporting each other and floating to the surface. Lily jumped in excitedly.
Following the ladder, the two men with extremely grim faces finally returned to the deck.
"Captain, your hand—" All the crew members immediately noticed Charles' empty left arm.
Looking at his crew members with an extremely ugly expression, Charles opened his mouth and was about to say something, but a large pool of scarlet blood spurted out of his mouth.
At the same time, James next to him also knelt on one knee and showed the same symptoms.
Everyone who saw this scene was shocked and quickly called a doctor.
The doctor quickly checked the two men's bodies and breathed a sigh of relief. "They're fine. They just came up from underwater too quickly and got decompression sickness. You guys, take them to the medical room I've set up. I'm going to treat them."
In a white medical room, after Charles drank various bitter medicines, he felt that the feeling of shortness of breath in his lungs was much better.
James, who enjoyed the same treatment, was also lying next to him.
"Captain, I'm sorry, if it weren't for me—"
"You don't need to apologize. I gave you the relic and asked you to use it. You did nothing wrong in this matter." Charles interrupted him.
Looking at his broken arm, Charles thought a lot: Is someone else's life more important, or is his own arm more important
Charles soon had his own answer in his mind. If he wanted to achieve his goal, it was impossible to do it alone. He must have a group of crew members who would share the hardships with him.
As for an arm, as long as I can get out of here, this price is worth it.
And when he thought about the fact that if James died, he would have to deliver the news to his wife personally, Charles felt that he had made the right choice.
"It's okay, I just lost a hand. It's not like I lost my love." Richard in his mind complained.
Charles shook his head and slowly closed his eyes to rest. His brain was a little tired.
With a clang, the doctor pushed open the door and walked straight to Charles, his expression very impatient. "Did you see something? Why is your mental pollution getting worse?"
"I took a quick glance and the island seemed to be a limb of something."
"You're a captain, but you don't understand the rules of the Earthsea? You're still looking around. One day you'll kill yourself." The doctor said with disgust on his face and handed over a cup of black potion.
Charles took it and drank it, the metallic taste instantly filled his mouth, but the dizziness in his head was much better.
Charles, who was in much better spirits, was not in a hurry to rest. He put the iron cup on the wooden cabinet next to him and said to the doctor: "Can you please call the first mate over? I have something to ask him."
All signs indicate that Bandage is very familiar with this place. Not only does he know the location of the exit, he also knows how to resist the torture, and he is immune to the effects of the maze, preventing himself from being pulled into the wall.
But this brings up a contradiction: if he knew this place was dangerous, why didn't he inform everyone in advance? If he wanted to send all the crew members in, why did he go through so much trouble to rescue them in the end
The silent first mate soon appeared at the door, and in response to Charles' question, he slowly shook his head.
"I... I don't know... I seem to have been here before... and lived here for a long time... When I saw you all appear on the wall... then I remembered..."
"Then can you remember why you were able to resist being pulled into the wall? And I'm also confused. I was also confused when I was on the first island. Those monsters that can devour memories clearly caught you, so why did they let you go?"
This time, Bandage finally answered.
He untied the bandage on his back, and on his tattooed back, there was a magic circle formed by complex dark purple characters.
The distorted words seemed to move, and Charles felt dizzy after just looking at them for a short while.
"It should be protected by this thing... Don't ask me... where it came from... I forgot..."
Charles didn't plan to ask any more questions, as he probably wouldn't remember the final answer no matter what he asked.
"Do you think his tattoos offer any clues?" Richard offered an idea.
Charles' eyes went to the tattoo on Bandage's body.
(End of this chapter)