Transmigrated with a Demon-Refining Pot: Hehehe, Refine in an instant

On the third day after the ship left the shore, Abadan finally stopped vomiting.

He had spent the last two days lying on the ship's side, his face as green as seaweed. Ron gave him several bottles of healing potions, but it still didn't work.

The sailors looked at him with a mixture of laughter and pity.

An old sailor gave him a suggestion: keep your eyes on the distant horizon and don't look down at the waves.

It actually works.

On the third day at noon, Abaddon climbed out of the cabin, stood on the deck for an hour, and finally stopped vomiting.

He was overjoyed, walking around the boat and finding everything new and exciting.

Sailing on the high seas is very boring; it's just sea and sea. Ron has long lost the passion he had when he first set sail.

Stranded on a boat with no entertainment, Ron spent his time playing with Abaddon.

In the afternoon, the wind on the sea suddenly stopped.

The sails drooped, and the ship moved so slowly it seemed to crawl. The sailors said this was normal, a common occurrence at sea, and that the wind would come soon.

Captain Marco stood at the stern, looking at the sky, but his expression was not quite right.

"Sir," he said, walking over and lowering his voice.

"Something's not right about the weather. It's too quiet."

Ron looked up. The sky was overcast, there was no wind or waves, and the sea was as smooth as a mirror. It was indeed too quiet; even the seagulls were silent.

Have you encountered this before?

"I've encountered it twice." Marco swallowed hard. "Once was during a storm, and once was..."

Before he could finish speaking, the boat suddenly rocked.

It wasn't the kind of rocking caused by waves; something hit it from below. The whole ship shook, and wooden barrels rolled all over the deck.

"What is that!" Hart drew his sword.

Ron rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, staring at the sea.

The bottom of the boat bumped again. This time it was heavier, and the hull made a creaking sound, as if something was lifting it up from below.

"Raise the sails! Raise the sails now!" Marco shouted.

The sailors frantically pulled on the ropes, but before the sail was even halfway up, the water exploded.

A giant sea serpent coiled around the bow of the ship, sending up a water column several meters high.

Its entire body was jet black, and its scales reflected no light in the gloomy weather, resembling a layer of iron armor. Its head was as big as a cartwheel, triangular in shape, with two bright yellow eyes and vertical pupils as cold as knives.

Its body is thicker than a water bucket, with the part above the water measuring over ten meters, and the rest hidden in the sea, its length unknown.

It opened its mouth, its forked tongue flicking in and out, revealing two rows of inward-curving teeth, each as long as a dagger, with bits of flesh still clinging to them.

The sailors were so frightened that they collapsed on the deck, and some shouted in terror, "Sea monster!"

"A near-ranking magical beast!!"

Hart and Abaddon rushed forward immediately, but unfortunately neither of them were a match for this beast.

With a single swipe of its tail, the beast sent Abaddon flying a great distance, crashing heavily into the fence. Hart could barely manage to cope with the monster's attack.

But they couldn't stop the monster. In a few gaps, it bit off two sailors and swallowed them whole.

Seeing this, Ron had no choice but to take action.

He retrieved a refining longsword from his spatial storage, his battle aura exploding beneath his feet as he shot forward like an arrow. Battle aura flowed into the sword, causing a faint red glow to emanate from its blade.

The sea serpent was enormous, and unable to dodge in time, it braced itself against its scales to withstand the attack.

"Pfft."

The scales clashed with the blade and were sliced ​​open, the longsword plunging deep into the sea serpent's body.

The sea snake hissed in pain.

It turned its head, opened its mouth, and lunged at Ron. Its mouth was as tall as half a person, with a dense array of teeth, and a stench of blood filled the air.

Ron dodged to the side, avoiding the attack perfectly.

As he turned, another sword slashed across the sea serpent's neck, leaving another half-meter-long wound.

The sea serpent, driven mad by pain, violently shook its head, its tail lashing out of the sea and sweeping towards Ron.

Its tail was as thick as a bucket, and it came crashing down with water spray, but Ron nimbly dodged it all.

Instead, he ended up with several more wounds on his body.

Hart and Abaddon joined forces with Ron, putting the sea serpent at an even greater disadvantage, forcing it to rely solely on its life force to withstand the attack.

Ron stepped on the sea serpent's head, using the momentum to flip himself over. The serpent's tail grazed his back, the wind it generated stinging his face.

It has completely gone mad.

The tail lashed wildly in the air, preventing Hart and Ron from getting close for a moment. But Ron didn't dodge; he directly swung his sword to meet the snake's tail head-on.

Ron was knocked back two steps by the sea serpent's enormous body and strength, but the sea serpent fared even worse.

The sea serpent's tail was slashed open with a deep, bone-revealing wound, and blood spurted out, splattering all over Ron.

It recoiled in pain and dared not attack with its tail again, otherwise, if it were hit a couple more times, its tail would break off.

The sea serpent, jolted back to its senses by the pain, tried to escape, but Ron held it tightly.

Abaddon clung tightly to the sea serpent's tail, refusing to let go, which angered the serpent so much that it tried to bite him, but Ron blocked it each time.

After another half hour of fierce fighting, Ron thrust his sword through the sea serpent's upper jaw.

Finally, the sea serpent slumped down, collapsing onto the boat with a muffled thud.

The ship was in complete chaos, with various items destroyed. The sea serpent lay motionless on the deck, its white belly turned up.

Blood seeped from the wound on its head, staining the surrounding deck a dark red.

No one spoke on the ship. The sailors lay slumped in the cabins, filled only with the fear of surviving the disaster.

Marco emerged from the ship, his legs still trembling, panting heavily, his face deathly pale.

Ron sheathed his sword, stood on the deck, and looked at the dead snake.

Hart was the first to snap out of his daze. He walked to the ship's side, took a look, and gasped, "Sir, this thing must be thirty meters long..."

Marco's voice trembled: "I've been sailing the seas for twenty years, and the largest sea snake I've ever seen was only a dozen meters long. This one..."

He swallowed hard. "This one must be over a hundred years old."

Abaddon ran over from the side. His injuries weren't serious, just internal wounds, and a bottle of medicine would do the trick. He lay down beside it and stared at the dead snake for a long time.

He asked in a low voice, "Sir, can we eat this snake?"

Ron, no longer wanting to play with the big, dumb guy, ordered Hart to retrieve the magic crystal from the monster.

Then he put the dead snake into the space; just one snake almost filled the space.

That very night, they refined the snake.