Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

The splashing ice shards hit the porthole windows of the steering gear room, causing the wipers on the window sill to swing back and forth, keeping the windows in a state of alternating clarity and blurriness.

He Feng's eyes were fixed on the miniature screen, which displayed a simple map of the route to prevent the boats from getting lost in their frantic journey.

What is certain is that there is an iceberg cliff ahead, with countless super-large icebergs standing tall.

The narrow waterways between the icebergs meander and are perfect for navigating.

He held the gold-plated compass in his hand, making occasional minor adjustments to the steering wheel to prevent the Azure from losing its way.

"20 seconds, in 20 seconds that elusive monster will be here."

The countdown displayed on the crimson characters in his eyes made him tremble uncontrollably.

"Stay close to the Azure and do not have any intention of making contact with or attacking the monsters behind you. Preserve your life while you are unsure of the enemy's strength."

"If necessary, I allow for a dispersed escape plan; every survivor counts."

He Feng's voice came through the loudspeaker, reminding the White Dove behind him.

"White Dove received."

He Feng took a deep breath and looked at the boundless expanse of icy sea before him.

The White Dove's propulsion system is far weaker than the Azure's. If there's really no way to cope, they'll have no choice but to go their separate ways when disaster strikes.

"My lord, something seems to have crawled out of that spot we were at!"

A crew member shouted in alarm. Upon hearing this, He Feng immediately turned his head to look out the rear window, his eyes pressed against the binoculars.

The immense water pressure churned the ice surface, creating turbulent waves that seemed poised to form a tsunami on the otherwise calm sea.

The ice there continues to rise and expand, loudly proclaiming an extremely powerful force capable of easily causing devastating natural phenomena.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a pitch-black, extremely leprous tentacle rose abruptly from beneath the sea surface, swaying wildly in an eerie manner.

A gust of cold wind swept over, carrying with it the stench of the sea and the putrid smell of corpses. Blood-red eyes covered with sharp teeth grew from the tentacles, staring at the two fortresses with extreme ugliness.

"What the hell is this thing?!" one of the crew members cried out in terror, rubbing his face.

The largest tentacle resembled the trunk of a fleshy tree, sprouting more branches at the speed of a time-lapse camera, the dripping liquid staining the icy sea as dark as lacquer, gradually spreading.

Then, it rapidly approached the two fortresses.

It grinds and polishes the ice floes on the sea, speeding along with its claws outstretched.

He Feng stared intently at the indescribable strangeness, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. In his daze, the inexplicable murmurs once again filled his mind.

Migration...fish...the Earth's core

Not only him, but anyone who looked directly at this hideous monster was stunned.

"It's mental control!" He Feng suddenly realized.

Having experienced this before, He Feng, before his mind completely dissipated, decisively plucked out a small tuft of hair from the top of his head.

The hair carried large chunks of skin and hair follicles, and the leather in my hand was dripping with blood; the skin was torn and bleeding.

The intense pain stopped his mind from wandering and instantly brought his senses back.

"Indeed, strong stimulation can break free from mental control," He Feng thought to himself.

"There's no time to lose!" He Feng shouted into the loudspeaker.

"Listen up, everyone who's conscious: do whatever it takes to create a nerve stimulus for yourself or others. I don't care what method you use, whether it's pain or sensory stimulation, get started right now."

The sound emanating from the loudspeakers echoed above the two fortresses, providing the correct answer.

A conscious person drew a bloody line on their wrist, using the mild stimulation to bring their consciousness back on track.

The people on the ship enjoyed self-harming each other, using the stimulation of their brains to resist the temptation of foreign objects.

He Feng manipulated the complex control panel in front of him with ease, setting the ship to autopilot while pondering the strange creature that was stirring restlessly before him.

"Can't we make visual contact with the monster? And it's getting faster and faster. We can't just run away, and we can't do nothing either."

He tentatively glanced at the hideous, evil body, counting down the time his eyes could reach it.

Its winding body resembled a small mountain. He Feng stared at the tentacles, and as his consciousness faded, he suddenly slapped his own arm.

The first time, he stared at her for three seconds, and he almost felt his skull being flipped open by the surging unknown language.

So, a bloody gash was drawn under the skin on the arm, and the viewpoint was quickly shifted.

His expression remained unchanged.

The nauseating, fishy smell made his throat taste sweet, so he changed his observation strategy.

Used to catch a glimpse of that enormous body out of the corner of one's eye, and then quickly look away after a brief lock-on.

"One second... eight seconds, good, eight seconds, can I take a few more glances?"

Degenerate murmurs filled his mind again. With his eyes rolling back, he plunged his fingertip into the opening of his wound, and the pain brought his thoughts back to him.

"Eight seconds is the limit, we can't watch anymore."

He Feng held his head, feeling dizzy and heavy, almost like a weight, probably due to the negative effects of being overwhelmed by a large amount of information.

At this moment, the creature that was almost capable of devouring the two ships was still approaching, and its speed had increased to a new level. If no counterattack was made, the two ships might really sink.

He Feng didn't hesitate any longer; he shouted at the loudspeaker with all his might.

"Don't look directly at the tentacle monster. Glance at it out of the corner of your eye. The limit is eight seconds. Remember that."

He Feng pointed out a safe approach, and the fact that he could summarize such a rule in the face of such a terrifying thing undoubtedly made everyone look at him with higher regard.

"Gunner, did you hear me?" He Feng said weakly, giving instructions on the next response while feeling dizzy and disoriented.

"Yes, my lord!"

The gunners adjusted their aiming positions according to He Feng's instructions, making simple, rough adjustments as each person took over.

If multiple eight-second intervals are stacked together, then it's no longer eight seconds.

With their left hands, they adjusted the direction of the ship's guns using winches, while with their right hands, they slowly turned the screws to adjust the angle. Several people took turns inside.

Although aiming is done simply by observing the outline of the tentacles, it still makes one dizzy and unable to last more than 5 seconds.

"Distance 2 nautical miles, preset angle 30 degrees, fire?"

He Feng moistened his hand with some saliva, and the wind subsided, the only sound being the silent roar of his tentacle.

He used his hands to simulate the positional relationship between the ship's cannon and the tentacles, then boldly stared directly at that insane creation.

He felt like his brain was being roasted.

"The location is roughly correct, launch confirmed," He Feng replied weakly and laboriously.