Gamers Are Fierce

Has it started?

Including Jonson Goode,

All the seafarers became nervous and squeezed to the side of the guardrail on the deck and looked down.

I saw a lot of bubbles on the sea surface where the blood pooled, like a hot pot of boiling water,

The sea water churns and stirs, forming waves, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding windless zone.

"Back to your post!"

The chief mate next to the captain gave a low cry, pulled out the scimitar, and slapped the side of the blade against the guardrail.

The dull sound of the collision between the blade and the guardrail made these seamen with poor mental health react.

Give up watching and return to their respective posts.

Or take care of the sails,

Or tidy up the winch and prepare to put away the anchor,

Or... Debug the Harpoon Turret.

Wow.

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

I saw a black flat object two meters high and ten meters long, surfaced,

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

It's like the long and narrow dorsal fin of a certain fish,

It looks like the arms and legs of an octopus.

One can't help but imagine how huge the body below it will be.

The sailors on the ship gave out bursts of depressive exclamation. They walked on the sea all year round, they have seen countless sea monsters, and even hunted down a few.

On both sides of the hull, the broken wood grains under the layers of brown paint,

Hidden behind the wooden baffle, the sharp harpoon turret and rifled artillery shining with cold light are the best proof.

Of course, hunting giant sea beasts in the sea is not a lucky thing.

Superstitious seafarers rarely do it,

Only the whaling ships that run for profit and the Imperial Navy, which is responsible for maintaining safe routes, will hunt sea monsters.

(Some cherished biological materials from sea beasts are sometimes the reason why humans hunt them)

Under the scolding of the first officer, the sailors on the Atoka returned to their posts.

The most elite seafarers adjust harpoon guns, whaling nets and rifled guns in the cabin.

The weird and expansive windless zone seems deadly silent, but in reality it is perilous.

The sea kings here are more ferocious and violent than the sea beasts in the outer human channel, and they are generally larger in size.

With these weapons that they used to deal with conventional sea kings, can they really protect them after the failure of summoning rituals?

Wow —

The exaggerated black dorsal fin sank under the water,

Neither actively attacked the ship,

Did not dive and leave,

Instead, it was swimming back and forth around the sinking Atoka.

Gudong.

Jonson Goode subconsciously swallowed while looking at the large dark shadow below the sea surface.

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

The Imperial Navy will also drag some of the sea kings hunted along the waterway into the inner harbor of the city every year for the citizens to watch.

To show off the power of the empire.

But the shadow of the activity below the sea surface gave him a sense of oppression that was far stronger than the dead objects in the museum or the smelly carcasses of sea beasts in the inner harbor.

Jonson Goode couldn't help but asked softly: "Your Captain, what kind of sea beast did you summon?"

"..."

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

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

In the captain’s life, I only saw his father use it once.

He himself had never used it before.

Whether he can succeed or not, he has no confidence.

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

Just listen to a loud "bang",

The entire four-masted ship shook violently.

The barrels rolled on the deck, the sailors staggered,

With a year of experience in boating, Jonson Goode instinctively stretched out his hand to grab the deck guardrail, so that he would not fall to the ground and slide down the inclined deck into the sea.

Jonson Goode turned his head to look at the captain, and saw that the other party inserted the scimitar blade into the deck to stabilize his figure, his dull and serious face was also pale.

"Everyone is in place, ready to attack..."

The voice hasn't fallen yet,

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

Accompanied by the sound of huge sea water,

The front part of the sailboat rises high,

Exposed the dense blue-black barnacles growing on the bottom of the boat,

Everyone on the boat finally saw the full picture of the attacker driving the sailboat.

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

Its body surface skin is blue-black like a reef, and its overall body is relatively slender, like a snake.

The limbs are fin-shaped,

There is a long black dorsal fin in the middle of the back,

On both sides of the dorsal fin, there are dense barb-like protrusions.

The mouth is sharp and V-shaped, and the teeth are tapered, large and sharp, like a razor.

The upper body surfaced,

The orange eyes of the beast are standing high, like overlooking an ant,

Staring coldly at the dumbfounded people on the ship.

"Mosasaur..."

Jonson Goode was pale, and he firmly grasped the guardrail on the bumpy boat, spitting out a vague word in his throat.

There are so many types of Neptunes in the deep sea, among which Vissanus is the most numerous. It is widely distributed throughout the ocean and is one of the most troublesome opponents of the Imperial Navy.

The mosasosaurus around the conventional waterway is close to the length of a double-mast sailing ship,

The closer to the north, the colder the water temperature, the larger the size of the mosasaur, the longest it can be close to the three-mast sailing ship.

However, the mosasaur in front of him was even longer than the four-mast Atoka they were driving by a lap.

The sailors who controlled the harpoon turret and artillery in the ship were also stunned by this majestic and robust deep-sea beast, dumbfounded, and trembling with their hands on the turret trigger, they did not dare to move.

"captain?"

Jonson Goode turned his head and looked at the foreign captain who had been given high hopes by himself, "What should we do?"

"Hehehe,"

The dark-skinned captain seemed to have not heard the words of his employer. His eyes were fixed on the brown and yellow vertical pupils of the Visasaur, and his eyes were lost, and he muttered to himself, "Hey hey ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Haha..."

"captain?"

Jonson Goodton felt a chill rushing all over his body.

Not only the captain, but all the seamen on the Atoka who looked into the eyes of the Mosasaur, all fell into a state of absent-mindedness and sluggishness, standing motionless, constantly laughing strangely.

What exactly is going on?

A strong ominous premonition flooded Jonson Goode's body. He dared not look at Mosasaur. Instead, he opened his legs and ran towards the lifeboat on the side of the hull.

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

The long sword on the waist fell out of the scabbard, and the bright sword clearly reflected such a picture—

The mosasaur floating on the sea slowly opened its long and narrow mouthparts, splitting the upper and lower jaws to nearly 180°,

In the dark and **** like an abyss, a large number of barbed tentacles spewed out,

Like a goddess, she scattered flowers, shrouded toward the Atoka, and grabbed everyone on the ship.

The captain, who was sluggish and grinning in place, took the lead, grabbed his hands and feet by the tentacles, caught the mosasaur's mouth, and disappeared.

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

The remaining sailors panicked and counterattacked senselessly,

Or pull out the blade and chop towards the tentacles,

Or start the harpoon, artillery, bombardment.

Blade chopping has no effect on the tentacles. Only a salvo of artillery can blast off one or two of the tentacles. However, in the next second, more tentacles will gush out from the mosasaur's throat, hunting the sailors on the ship.

Jonson Good ran all the way. Along the way, he saw those tentacles as if possessing a sage, digging into the cabin extremely flexibly, like opening a can, dragging out the sailors hidden inside.

Accompanied by the miserable screams of the sailors, they were thrown into the dark throat of the sea beast one by one.

Mosasaur,

Do not,

That thing is definitely not a mosasaur, but a more terrifying and evil creature that is parasitic on the snake-dragon.

Jonson Goode looked mad. At this moment, his brain was occupied by the desire to survive. The aspirations of family revival, in the face of weird creatures that wantonly prey on humans, are not worth mentioning.

Just... get there...

Jonson Goode ran wildly on the swaying deck, stomping heavily on the ground with his feet, crossing the deck guardrail, and falling toward the lifeboat tied to the side of the hull.

boom!

The waist and abdomen seemed to be punched hard, and the downward momentum stopped abruptly.

Jonson Goode looked down in despair, and saw a giant tentacled tightly wrapped around his waist, rolling him away.

The roar of artillery, miserable screams, crying, prayers, the creaking of ship decks, and the sound of splashes.

Amidst the noise, the blond boy fell weightlessly,

The last scene in the line of sight was a dark, fishy, ​​tentacled throat of a sea beast.

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