Began?

Including Johnson Goode, all the sailors' hearts were tense, and they crowded to the guardrail of the deck, looking down.

The sea surface where the blood accumulated was bubbling like boiling water in a hot kettle.

The sea water churned, forming waves, which contrasted sharply with the surrounding windless zone.

"Return to your posts!"

The first mate next to the captain shouted, drew out his scimitar, and slapped the guardrail heavily with the side of the blade.

The dull sound of the blade colliding with the guardrail made the sailors, who were in poor mental condition, react.

They gave up watching and returned to their posts.

Some trimmed the sails,

Some sorted out the winches, preparing to raise the anchor,

Or...adjusted the harpoon turrets.

Splash.

As the owner of the ship, Johnson Goode naturally had the right to stand with the captain and watch.

A black, flat object two meters high and ten meters long emerged from the water,

Rolling the sea water, creating a long v-shaped wave.

It looked like the slender dorsal fin of some kind of fish,

Or like the arm of an octopus.

It made people couldn't help but imagine how huge the main body below it would be.

The sailors on the ship let out bursts of suppressed exclamations. They traveled the sea for many years and had seen countless sea monsters and strange beasts, and even hunted and killed several of them.

The broken wood grain under the layers of brown paint on both sides of the ship,

The sharp harpoon turrets and rifled cannons, hidden behind the wooden baffles and flashing with cold light, were the best proof.

Of course, hunting giant sea beasts on the sea was not an auspicious thing.

Superstitious sailors rarely did it.

Only whaling ships running for profit, and the imperial navy responsible for maintaining the safety of sea routes, would hunt sea monsters.

(The precious biological materials on some sea beasts were sometimes the reason why humans hunted them)

Under the mate's reprimand, the sailors on the Atoka returned to their posts.

The most elite sailors were in the hold, debugging harpoon cannons, whaling nets, and rifled cannons.

The strange and vast windless zone seemed dead, but in fact it was full of dangers.

The sea kings here were more ferocious and violent than the sea beasts in the human channels outside, and their size was generally a circle larger.

Could the weapons in their hands, which were used to deal with ordinary sea kings, really protect them after the summoning ritual failed?

Splash—

That exaggerated black dorsal fin sank below the surface of the water.

It did not actively attack the ship,

Nor did it submerge and leave.

Instead, it swam back and forth around the anchored Atoka.

Gudong.

Johnson Goode looked at the large mass of dark shadows below the sea and swallowed subconsciously.

When he was a young nobleman, he had seen giant skull specimens of various sea kings in the Imperial Museum, which could swallow an entire carriage in one bite.

Every year, the Imperial Navy would also drag a portion of the sea kings they hunted along the sea route into the inner harbor of the city for the citizens to watch,

To show off the empire's military power.

But the feeling of oppression brought to him by the moving shadow under the sea was far stronger than the dead objects in the museum, or the stinky corpses of sea beasts in the inner harbor.

Johnson Goode couldn't help but ask softly, "Captain, what kind of sea beast did you summon?"

"..."

The dark-skinned captain took a deep breath, actually he didn't know either.

The method he used to summon sea beasts was passed down from his ancestors.

In the captain's life, he had only seen his father use it once.

He himself had never used it before.

He had no confidence in whether it would succeed.

Just as the captain was about to tell the young employer the truth,

There was a loud "bang".

The entire four-masted ship shook violently.

Barrels rolled on the deck, and the sailors staggered.

Johnson Goode, who had a year of sailing experience, instinctively reached out and grabbed the deck railing to keep himself from falling to the ground and sliding into the sea along the sloping deck.

Johnson Goode turned his head to look at the captain, and saw that the other party had inserted the sharp blade of his scimitar into the deck to steady himself. His dull and serious face was also a little pale.

"Everyone in position, prepare to att..."

Before he could finish his words,

There was another violent shaking sensation from the front of the bottom of the ship,

Accompanied by the sound of a huge amount of sea water being lifted,

The front half of the sailboat rose high,

Revealing the dense bluish-black barnacles growing on the bottom of the ship.

The people on the ship finally saw the full picture of the attacker who had pushed open the sailboat.

It was a giant creature that looked like a mixture of a crocodile and a lizard.

The skin on its body was reef-like bluish-black, and the overall shape was relatively slender, like a snake.

Its limbs were fin-shaped,

A long black dorsal fin grew in the middle of its back,

On both sides of the dorsal fin, there were dense barbs.

Its mouth was sharp and v-shaped, with conical teeth, large and sharp, like razors.

Its upper body floated out of the water,

Its orange-yellow beast eyes were condescending, like overlooking ants,

Coldly and ruthlessly staring at the stunned crowd on the ship.

"Cangshe Dragon..."

Johnson Goode's face was pale. He grabbed the railing tightly on the constantly bumping ship, and uttered a word vaguely from his throat.

There were as many types of sea kings in the deep sea as there were stars in the sky. The Cangshe Dragon was one of the most numerous, widely distributed throughout the ocean, and one of the most troublesome opponents of the Imperial Navy.

The Cangshe Dragons around the regular sea routes were nearly the length of a two-masted sailboat.

The further north, the colder the sea, the larger the Cangshe Dragon was, with the longest reaching nearly the length of a three-masted sailboat.

However, the Cangshe Dragon in front of him was even a circle larger than the four-masted Atoka they were sailing.

The sailors in the ship who were operating the harpoon turrets and cannons were also shocked by this magnificent and robust deep-sea beast, a creation like a Titan. They stood there dumbfounded, their hands trembling on the trigger of the turret, completely unable to move.

"Captain?"

Johnson Goode turned his head and looked at the exotic captain he had placed high hopes on. "What should we do?"

"Hehehe,"

The dark-skinned captain seemed not to have heard his employer's words. His eyes were fixed on the brown-yellow vertical pupils of the Cangshe Dragon, his eyes were vacant, and he muttered to himself, "Wuhehe hahaha hehe, hum hum hum hahaha..."

"Captain?"

Johnson Goode suddenly felt a chill run through his body.

Not only the captain, but all the sailors on the Atoka who looked at the Cangshe Dragon's eyes were in a daze, standing there motionless, constantly making strange laughter.

What exactly was going on?

A strong ominous premonition overwhelmed Johnson Goode's whole body. He didn't dare to look at the Cangshe Dragon, but strode forward and ran towards the lifeboat on the side of the ship.

However, before he could run a few steps, he was knocked to the ground by the roar from behind.

The long sword at his waist fell out of its scabbard, and the bright sword clearly reflected the following picture—

The Cangshe Dragon floating on the sea slowly opened its slender mouth, tearing its upper and lower jaws to nearly 180°.

From its abyss-like dark throat, it spewed out a large number of barbs.

Like a scattering of heavenly flowers, it shrouded the Atoka, grabbing the people on the ship.

The captain, who was standing still and laughing strangely, was the first to be caught by the tentacles. He was grabbed by his hands and feet, rolled into the Cangshe Dragon's wide-open mouth, and disappeared.

When he disappeared, he still had a strange smile on his face.

The remaining sailors panicked and made futile counterattacks,

Some drew their blades and slashed at the tentacles,

Some activated harpoons and cannons, bombarding it.

The blade slashes had no effect on the tentacles. Only a volley of cannons could break one or two of the tentacles, but the next moment, more tentacles gushed out of the Cangshe Dragon's throat, preying on the sailors on the ship.

Johnson Goode ran wildly all the way. Along the way, he saw that the tentacles seemed to have a mind of their own. They drilled into the cabin extremely flexibly, and dragged out the sailors hidden inside like opening cans,

Accompanied by the sailors' miserable screams, they threw them one by one into the sea beast's dark throat.

Cangshe Dragon,

No,

That thing was definitely not a Cangshe Dragon, but a more terrifying and evil creature parasitic on the snake dragon.

Johnson Goode's expression was crazy. At this moment, his brain was occupied by the desire to survive. What family revival ambition was not worth mentioning in the face of the strange creature that was wantonly preying on humans.

As long as... he got there...

Johnson Goode ran wildly on the bumpy deck. He stomped heavily on the ground, crossed the deck railing, and fell towards the lifeboat tied to the side of the ship.

Bang!

His waist and abdomen felt like he had been punched hard, and his downward momentum suddenly stopped.

Johnson Goode looked down in despair, and saw a giant tentacle tightly wrapped around his waist, rolling him back.

The sound of cannons roaring, miserable screams, cries, prayers, the creaking of the ship's deck, and the sound of splashing water.

In the midst of the noisy sounds, the golden-haired nobleman fell in weightlessness.

The last scene in his vision was the dark, fishy, ​​and tentacle-filled throat of the sea beast.