We agreed to set sail, so you'd become the ruler of the deep sea?

Chapter 123 Tentacles in the Mist!

Chapter 123 Tentacles in the Mist! (Seeking monthly votes!)

Upon entering this thick fog that clung to the sea, Shane's first impression was of its stickiness.

The humidity in the surrounding air had increased to an exaggerated level, and there was even a sticky, damp feeling on the skin. Water droplets kept appearing on the deck and mast.

If I had to put it in a way, it's somewhat like the "return to spring" weather in a certain region in my past life.

at the same time.

Visibility in the surrounding waters and the speed of the Black Swan have both decreased significantly.

"call……"

Xia En let out a soft breath, trying to stay calm and clear-headed.

Entering this fog does not mean the Black Swan is safe.

According to rumors from the Seven Seas, various dangers and mysteries exist within the ever-changing fog of this sea.

The siren's song, the bewitching illusions, the colossal beast lurking within...

Some even say that an empty, deserted ghost ship wanders and drifts in this mist.

That nightmarish ship would harvest any living thing it encountered to satisfy its endless emptiness and loneliness.

Because of these legends, the fog-shrouded seas are considered a forbidden zone by many captains, who are unwilling to approach them.

However, just like the fog, they treated every ship that ventured into this place equally.

Therefore, it will also become an obstacle to the pursuit of the Blood Duke!

at this time.

In Xia En's perception, the ship marked with the [Deep Mark] had started moving again and was gradually approaching.

"So they really caught up?"

He was not surprised by this.

Whether it's the "Blood Sacrifice Curse" or the "Blessing of the Storm Goddess," it's enough to demonstrate the Blood Duke's determination to hunt him down.

But right now...

Xia En looked at the white mist behind him, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Under the cover of this thick fog, the relationship between hunter and prey is about to be reversed!

……

In the undulating, writhing white mist.

The three escort ships are advancing in a pincer formation.

At this distance, they could barely make out the hull of their companion's ship.

Once the Black Swan comes into view, they can use the ship's communication devices to communicate with each other and quickly complete the encirclement.

Having learned from the experience of the Iron Rhinoceros, the captains of the three escort ships dared not underestimate this lone enemy vessel.

"【Purple Feather】, continue eastward."

"Report to me immediately upon spotting the target vessel!"

In the captain's cabin of the Purple Feather, a somewhat hoarse and distorted voice came from a special supernatural item called the Sound Transmission Device.

Captain Angelo immediately replied, "Yes, sir!"

He knew that the Blood Duke had a compass relic that could pinpoint the approximate location of enemies, so he did not raise any questions.

In fact, this is also the source of the confidence that the Blood Duke and its escort ships dared to enter the fog to pursue.

After ending the call, Angelo looked at the thick fog on the sea, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

"No matter what, this fog is just too thick."

The damp mist clings to one's skin, causing an instinctive discomfort and a sense of irritability.

He wasn't the only one; the other sailors had the same reaction.

An uneasy, restless atmosphere quietly enveloped the entire ship, the Purple Feather.

"This can't go on."

Angelo frowned. As an experienced captain, he knew very well that this kind of environment would keep the crew's morale low and significantly reduce their combat capabilities.

The only good news is that the Black Swan will also be affected by the fog.

Moreover, the other side has fewer crew members and a lower margin for error.

"Next, it's a contest of who can hold out until the end."

Angelo mustered his spirits, preparing to provoke the crew with the bounty, when he suddenly heard a suppressed roar coming from within the thick wall of fog.

Boom!
It sounded like something heavy was colliding.

Angelo quickly recognized the sound and was shocked: "Someone opened fire?"

"In such thick fog?"

In his mind, even the most reckless captain wouldn't make such a foolish decision.

In this era, the hit rate and accuracy of artillery were already pitiful; in normal sea areas, whether or not a hit was possible depended on luck.

Opening fire rashly in this fog would only reveal their own position; Angelo couldn't think of any other use for it!

"It must be the captain of the Black Swan who lost his composure!"

"This is our chance to take him down!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Angelo's face lit up with elation, and he immediately ordered his men to advance in the direction from which the cannon fire was coming.

Suddenly, a slightly panicked voice came from the communication device.

"This is Captain Cliff of the Ice Flower!"

"The Ice Flower has been shelled! The hull has been hit!"

"Asking for support! Requesting support!"

Angelo's eyes widened slightly, and he murmured in disbelief, "How is this possible?"

How could a gunner achieve such accurate hits in such dense fog?

Or was this just a coincidence?
boom!
Another slightly distorted roar came from the sound transmission device.

Unlike the muffled sounds through the fog, this time Angelo clearly heard the sound of shells hitting the deck.

Interspersed among the cries and shouts of the sailors were also the sounds of their agony.

One hit could be considered a coincidence, but two hits clearly cannot be explained by "coincidence." "Cliff, hold on, I'm on my way!"

Angelo spoke seriously, attempting to soothe the other person's emotions.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
However, the deafening roar of several shells hitting the ground completely drowned out Angelo's words.

The communication of the sound transmission device also appeared to be temporarily interrupted due to the vibration.

After a while, a low sobbing sound, accompanied by a hissing noise, started again.

Angelo, his voice heavy, asked, "Cliff, are you alright?"

"...barely alive... hiss...a shell just landed in the captain's cabin...the communication device is slightly damaged..."

How exactly did he track us down?

"Oh no, damn it! There's something strange about these shells..."

"They, they are alive!"

The captain of the other escort ship joined the communication: "What? Live shells?"

"Are you sure you're right?"

"Absolutely true!"

Cliff's voice trembled, filled with fear: "They're gnawing at the deck, wriggling, whispering... hissing..."

"What a filthy and blasphemous thing this is..."

"Goddess of Storms above... Shasha... Please protect us..."

The captain's trembling voice came through along with the noise from the broken sound transmission device.

What chilled Angelo even more was that he seemed to hear a faint, indistinct whisper amidst the chaotic sounds.

Just by listening to that voice, he could even imagine—

Something eerie and terrifying was writhing on the deck of the Ice Flower, wantonly polluting the poor ship.

Angelo swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "Calm down, just hang in there a little longer, we'll be there soon..."

However, words of comfort seem exceptionally powerless at this moment.

Captain Cliff, on the other hand, was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

boom!
Suddenly, another loud bang, different from the shelling, came from the sound transmission device.

Then came the creaking sound of the deck being squeezed and torn apart, and the sailors' shouts and screams of fear.

"Oh my God, what is that?"

"It looks like tentacles! Tentacles with eyes!"

"Don't look at them, you'll go crazy!"

Angelo felt a chill run down his spine and quickly asked, "What happened?"

"Captain Cliff, answer! Captain Cliff, answer!"

"rustle……"

After a brief period of static, Cliff's voice rang out again, but this time it was filled with only despair.

"It's over... *rustling*... The Ice Flower is finished..."

"Monster...that ship is a monster..."

"He's already got his eye on us... hiss... we can't escape!"

"We're all going to die...we're all going to die...shasha...we're all going to die!"

Then came the sound of a blade slicing through flesh.

"Captain Cliff? Captain Cliff!?"

Angelo called his name again, but there was no response.

A moment later, another voice, trembling, rang out: "I am the first mate of the Ice Flower. The captain... he committed suicide..."

Before the first mate could finish speaking, his voice dropped to a low pitch, as if he had been choked.

"Quickly...escape..."

He only had time to issue one last warning before the communication of the [speech device] was cut off, leaving only a hissing sound.

After the communication ended, Angelo and the other crew members in the captain's cabin felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

A sense of oppression and fear, lingering in the silence, permeated the surroundings.

At that moment, the lookout on deck shouted, "Captain! We're approaching the Ice Flower!"

"Wait, something seems off about it!"

Upon hearing this, Angelo immediately rushed to the deck and looked at the ship's silhouette in the distance.

On the fog-shrouded sea, several thick, jet-black tentacles emerged from beneath the surface, clinging to or wrapping around the hull of the Ice Flower, climbing onto its deck, and constantly tumbling and slapping, dragging the ship into the deep sea!

Countless sharp teeth and eyeballs grew on those tentacles, emitting a chilling rustling and whispering sound.

An intense fear gripped Angelo's heart like a giant hand.

Profane and filthy whispers echoed in his ears.

"Goddess, what is that...?"

But in that brief moment of distraction, when Angelo looked at the Ice Flower again, he saw no trace of its dark and mysterious tentacles.

Yes, there is only one: the "Ice Flower," a ship riddled with damage, its hull and deck severely damaged, and sinking steadily into the sea.

"What about those tentacles?"

Angelo muttered to himself in confusion.

A sailor nearby asked curiously, "Captain Angelo, what tentacles are there?"

"Aren't those all scars from artillery shells?"

"What!?"

Angelo rubbed his temples, unable to tell whether what he had just seen was an illusion or a real event.