Ice Sea Lord: Starting with Intelligence Update

"Click click click"

The upside-down iceberg hummed as a tiny crack was ripped open, severing the structure and causing it to gradually crumble.

The deformed monster followed closely behind the ship, its dark branches stretching out wantonly.

They swam at a steady pace on the sea surface, playing like children chasing each other.

He Feng calculated the precise time of the fall in his mind, and after a brief glance at the foreign object, his thoughts were also burned and stung so much that he could hardly continue.

While he still retained some consciousness, He Feng managed to speak to the White Dove, which was still being pursued.

"This is the Azure. The iceberg structure... has been destroyed. Please... move out of the impact zone as soon as possible."

He Feng's voice was weak and feeble; these were words he could only utter after struggling to clear his mind. He kept carving on his arm with a knife to suppress the incessant whispers in his head.

The weak voice coming from the transmission device moved Lin Qingqing somewhat.

She dared not look directly at the nameless monster behind her, and could only estimate the distance by observing the dark shadows reflected on the ice in front of her.

Even so, she would unknowingly hear a lot of noisy whispers.

During this time, her energy was gradually worn down, and all her thoughts were scattered and disordered. It was a kind of mental torture, at least that's how she felt.

Her attempt at this superficial solution was already quite difficult, while He Feng was able to come up with such a precise solution, which undoubtedly involved numerous eye contacts with that monster.

Listening to the other person's voice gradually weaken, she couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

She paused, wanting to say something caring, but still kept her lips tightly pressed together. After a brief struggle, she simply gave a few words of advice.

"White Dove received. Also, my suggestion: please don't push yourself too hard."

He Feng did not reply and hung up the internet connection amidst heavy breathing.

The more rational you are, the easier it is to fall into the mental trap woven by those bizarre illusions when observing.

He Feng felt as if his head was a steamer, the pressure inside slowly rising as he pondered, and fleeting glimpses of Sanskrit characters of unknown meaning flashing before his eyes.

"I can't think about it anymore, it's going to make my head explode."

The font of these texts is exactly the same as the text format used in the intelligence system, making it difficult to say whether they originated from the same source.

He poured the ice water from the glass over his head, drawing his attention back and allowing himself a sliver of energy to focus on the battle to come.

If the White Dove stops even for one more step, it will be plunged into an abyss of no return.

Looking at the vast black shadow reflected on the ice in front of the window, the girl suppressed her inner fear and gave the order.

"Push the power system to its limits, we can't delay any longer!"

"My lord, the boiler will explode if this continues! Then the fortress will be completely immobilized."

"We only have this one choice now, and I order you to carry it out immediately!" Lin Qingqing's voice was resolute and determined.

After a brief silence, the power dispatcher of the White Dove responded solemnly.

"Yes, ma'am."

A tremendous whistle blared, and the pressure vessel of the White Dove released all its restrictions.

They drove far away, risking boiler overload and shutdown.

A large amount of steam gushed out of the exhaust vent, leaving the eerie tentacles far behind in a high-stakes gamble.

"Boom!"

Ice blocks breaking off from the iceberg fall continuously, like a companion star orbiting a falling meteor.

Dozens of cubic meters of ice shards narrowly missed the White Dove, almost causing it serious damage.

During its desperate escape, the White Dove was constantly worn down by the floating ice, and its hull was covered with countless dents caused by falling ice blocks.

At this moment, the twisted creation has hit the bullseye, the perfect position.

With a loud thud, the massive body of the iceberg crashed heavily down from the main body of the black tentacles.

The tentacles were dented from being smashed, displaying a morbid and extreme deformation.

It has no mouth or nose and cannot make a sound; it only has dense clusters of soothing bubbles and an eyeball embedded in them, but that is enough to make people feel its silent lament.

Then a kind of infrasound similar to an extremely high frequency was generated, which forced everyone to kneel down and wail.

"My chest feels so tight, I really want to cry!"

"Don't kill me! I don't want to die! My lord, you must have a way!"

"My brain feels like it's melting."

This is a kind of emotional resonance, which comes from the arbitrary manipulation of the emotions of lower-level beings by higher-level beings.

He Feng was not spared either, but he desperately tried to suppress this intense emotion of no reason with pain.

The mountain's imposing presence is enough to obliterate any living thing. Even if its regenerative abilities are incredibly powerful, it would still need to recover for a while under such extreme physical attack.

And that was indeed the case. The tentacles, smashed into a pile of mud, barely managed to gather their own body parts together, unable to maintain that extremely imposing body.

He Feng found a moment of respite amidst the madness and agony before daring to gaze closely at the black mountain of flesh that had been smashed into a mud puddle.

As expected, no attack could kill it, which further confirmed He Feng's speculation.

Moreover, it has now devoted all its power to rebuilding its body, and the mental pollution it emits has been greatly reduced.

If we don't run now, when will we?

"Replan the flight path; stop fighting the tentacle monster."

He Feng's order this time was extremely urgent and exceptionally clear.

The two fortresses sped up instantly, frantically fleeing through the iceberg cliffs and stone forest, weaving serpentine patterns as they squeezed through every crevice.

"Did they run far?"

He Feng's gaze drifted toward the observation window behind him. The black mountain had become extremely small, like a black bean-sized stain on the canvas of a vast icy sea.

Moreover, it seems to remain stagnant there, as if it has no intention of catching up at all.

"The Azure has probably escaped the tentacles' attack range."

He Feng patted his chest with relief; the palpitations from before had not yet subsided, and the crisis here was clearly beyond anything he could have foreseen.

Even if White Raven City were to face such a monster, it would be difficult to say whether it could escape this extraordinary chaotic existence.

This was only because He Feng, through a combination of gambling and recklessness, stumbled upon the right answer by sheer luck.

He poured another cup of water on the top of his head, and still felt a light, ethereal sensation, as if he had a fever.

"Oh no, the bacteria that make up my intelligence are probably about to disappear."

He leaned back in his swivel chair, savoring the details of the murmurs, but they all seemed to have been wiped clean as if formatted, which annoyed him somewhat.

He Feng clearly remembered that when his sanity was almost depleted, the font was almost identical to the characters given by the intelligence system.

As he pondered the matter more deeply, he felt a chill run down his spine, and the thought sent shivers down his spine.

"My lord, something seems amiss with that black tentacle."

He Feng sat up abruptly and immediately picked up his binoculars to look out.