Endless Ocean: Escape Starting from a Canoe

Chapter 192 Pain! It hurts so much!
Enemies meeting are bound to be furious. The Great Fortune Ship, activating its special ability, roared in with lightning speed.

It crashed straight into another corner of the Pharaoh!
Because of previous damage, this pyramid-shaped drifting ship has not sailed far for a long time. A large number of crew members on the Pharaoh have been conscripted in the past few days to repair the missing corner. This is the most important thing for the Pharaoh at the moment, as Ptolemy's dignity cannot be compromised.

However, such a large amount of work cannot be completed in a day or two.

Especially on the high seas where supplies are scarce. Just repairing the damaged exterior of the ship would take at least two months.

Fortunately, the missing corner does not affect the ship's stability.

At this moment, the scouts on the ship had noticed a drifting vessel launching a reckless, self-destructive attack.

Enemy attack!

Enemy attack!

The Pharaoh sounded the alarm!
The "suppression" feature is pushed to its maximum.

The Pharaoh's ability to suppress general traits was completely useless against Shi Ming. The Crown Prince was immune to all general traits, and those cannonballs with average destructive power were even less likely to break through the defenses of the Grand Transport, which was also a general-class ship.

Shi Ming stood at the bow of the boat.

Amidst the roar of cannon fire, the nautical suits fluttered in the wind.

One pure crystal after another was placed into the energy chamber, accumulating the initial momentum.

"Sit tight!"

Along the way, in order to avoid the Abyss Lord's attacks, the Great Fortune's initial speed was already very high. After activating the Breaking Force, its speed soared to the limit. At this moment, it was not like a ship, but more like a shooting star with a trail, carrying immense force, roaring in, causing the waves to roll and tearing apart the calm surface of this sea.

The crew members once again felt like they were riding a rocket.
boom!
Time was running out for the Pharaoh. They had little time to prepare and could only watch helplessly as the approaching enemy crashed into them amidst the roar of cannons!
A deafening roar, comparable to a meteorite hitting the Earth, exploded out!
This pyramid tilted at nearly ten degrees in the seawater due to the violent impact!

Meanwhile, the Great Yun crashed into another corner of the Pharaoh, tearing apart its stable triangular structure. The violent impact and roars shook everyone's eardrums and skulls, making them buzz. The crystal glass on Ptolemy's magnificent hall fell and shattered once again.

Thick smoke rose from the destroyed corner of the pyramid, comparable to a beacon tower visible in the distance on the sea.

Amidst billowing smoke, the Dayun was unharmed and burst through the breach!
Once again, it galloped away, its tail trailing arrogantly behind it!

"Humph!"

"If it weren't for the Abyss Lord chasing after you, you would have paid an even greater price today!"

Ptolemy scrambled to his feet from the fall caused by weightlessness, and looking at the crystal shards scattered on the ground and the collapsed collections under the golden dome, the scepter symbolizing royal power, the chair... he was completely overwhelmed!

"Waste! Waste!"

"Did the Lighthouse send a bunch of idiots? They let him escape with just three S-rank Awakened? What a bunch of trash, utter trash!"

He didn't know yet.
An hour ago, the Sanctuary-level skill made its first appearance. The three Awakened Ones were overwhelmed by the Sanctuary's crushing attack. Some became food, some perished at sea, and some even lost control of their original bodies thousands of miles away. Their fates were even more tragic than that of the Pharaoh.

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Ptolemy knew nothing of the great battle, but thousands of miles away in the Lighthouse, Terlinden had learned from the changes in Mr. Shadow's "Skynet chip" that this S-class Awakened, who was skilled in assassination and sneak attacks, had died about an hour earlier.

He sat in the cold, damp chair, speechless for a long time.

Why did it fail?

How could we fail?
It was difficult for him to understand.

He spearheaded the operation, and privately contacted the princess who had secretly returned to the underworld, as well as the mysterious organization "Shadow of the Moon," effectively leveraging their combined strengths to minimize the risks.

A lineup of three S-class Awakened Ones can absolutely crush everything!
Not to mention, just to be on the safe side, Mr. Shadow also brought the "Code of Laws of All Nations" with him when he set off. In theory, it should be foolproof. Even if he encountered an S-class or even a group of S-class awakened individuals, he could make good use of the code and escape unscathed.

Now, he's dead?
Could it be internal strife?

After the deed was done, the three factions turned against each other and betrayed each other in order to seize the treasure.

No, the Empress of the Moon's Shadow wouldn't be so foolish as to want to go against the Lighthouse.

A mere triad wouldn't dare to be so audacious.

His brows were furrowed.

In the era of wandering, the Lighthouse was undoubtedly a top-tier force, with profound foundations and superb research capabilities.

But this is no longer the land era. The endless ocean blocks too many things, making it inconvenient to synchronize many things. The influence of the lighthouse is limited to the Atlantic Ocean. Across thousands of miles of waves, it cannot reach too far and cannot interfere too much with other areas. Many things can only be done by sending its strongest subordinates.

When Shadow carries out missions, it carries a device similar to a black box called a "mission recorder," but the information transmission is not very efficient, and it is impossible to remotely synchronize the battle footage back to Lighthouse.

Only by finding the recording equipment can we understand the truth behind this.

Right now, we still need to have a proper conversation with the Black Society and the Shadow of the Moon. Oh, and the Pharaoh too.

Trindon's eyes were fierce and sharp.

Like an enraged eagle.

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Inside the endless icy sea, a drifting ship covered in ice and snow is slowly sailing.

Shadow of the Moon.

This drifting ship sails within the icy seas of Siberia, but it does not belong to the Ivan the Great. Instead, it belongs to the "Snow Country," which was not a country in the land era, but rather a mysterious organization that roams in the shadows.

All crew members were women.

At this moment, a catastrophe is brewing within the shadow of the moon.

The two-dimensional girl hanging in the Dimension Hall suddenly began to expand and mutate like a madwoman, forcibly breaking through the two-dimensional space and coming to the real world. Sharp and terrifying tentacles sprouted from her body, and her originally indifferent eyes became malicious and arrogant, attacking all the creatures on the ship indiscriminately.

Like a beast that has lost its mind.

For a moment, the dimensions on the ship became disordered.

The skill painting makes it indiscriminate, attacking enemies without distinction. Each beautiful, elegant, and uniquely styled crew member is transformed into a portrait, their appearance forever frozen in two-dimensional space!

Pandora is out of control!

"Quickly! Tell the Empress!"

"The Empress, the Empress has arrived!"

The captain of the Moon's Shadow proclaims herself the Empress of the Snow Kingdom.

Commanding the Moon Shadow, a general-class drifting ship, and the other two gold-class drifting ships of the Snow Country.

Inside the cabin, snowflakes fell like goose feathers, and nearly a hundred Baikal sea snakes of varying thicknesses slithered smoothly through the cabin, devouring the omnipresent arrogance and malice. They climbed onto the two-dimensional girl's calves and ankles, using this to control her body and wrap her up in layers.

ban!
The two-dimensional girl turned into a painting again and fell to the cold ground.

The Baikal sea serpents receded like the tide, disappearing without a trace.

The Empress bent down and picked up the painting with her hands as white as frost and snow.

The girl in the painting has lost her spirit and has completely perished in two-dimensional space. Her body is covered with indescribable evil touches and eerie eyes. She no longer looks like a human, but rather a corrupted creature from the deep sea.

"This is... pollution?"

Pollution unlike anything I've ever seen before.

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The blond-haired handsome guy Tatasta fell through a spatial rift and into the sea.

"Ah! Ah..."

His blond hair had turned completely black, covered in a thick layer of slime that even seawater couldn't wash away.

The highly saline seawater irritated his numerous wounds, making them seem insignificant compared to other pains. The once spirited young man now appeared quite miserable. His right arm was being gnawed and devoured by the vicious tentacles, and the muscles in his left leg had been completely corroded away, leaving only the bones that barely supported his body.

But fortunately, he was still alive.

This was not because he was stronger than the other two awakened ones, but because he possessed a rare artifact.

Relying on the 62nd ranked artifact, the Broken Crystal, and his spatial rune abilities, Tatasta barely managed to survive in the Evil Sanctuary.

Many people in this world have extraordinary encounters. Before this, Tatasta, who had such an encounter, always thought he was a chosen one and the absolute protagonist. By chance, he plotted and got involved with the princess of the Wo Kingdom who was living abroad. They got what they needed and warmed each other's hearts. He hoped to become the first Saint-level Awakener in this endless ocean. But he never expected that he would be treated so miserably at the place of the stone inscription.

Fortunately, there is still hope.

He touched the "broken crystal" that was kept close to his body in his arms.

The crystal has turned into dust.

The Broken Crystal was originally a crystal that could create a special void, perfect for hiding or concealing oneself. Moreover, it was not a disposable item and could be reused. Each time it was used, some cracks would appear on the surface of the crystal. Only by injecting spatial power or using the blood of a sea beast with spatial power to nourish it could the cracks be repaired and it could be used indefinitely.

But if it is completely broken, there is no way to repair it.

Originally, the energy within could have been used by Tatasta at least three times, but now, after only withstanding the Extreme Evil Sanctuary once and even using its own spatial runes, this 62nd ranked artifact has been reduced to dust.

There is absolutely no possibility of reuse!
How terrifying!
Despite the excruciating pain, Tartasta struggled and swam in the seawater, waiting for the spatial energy within his body to recover. Compared to the other two, his luck was far better!

(End of this chapter)