Imperial Beast Evolution

Lack of water is more likely to kill a sailor than starvation.

Navigator Warren walked out of the cockpit with a sullen face.

Looking at these sailor brothers who had been with him for many years, Warren's heart tightened.

Ships can now only stay at sea and drift with the current.

These shadows are sawfin sharks, the nightmare of all Storm Federation navigators.

In order for Storm Federation ships to be able to sail far away, the power system will be placed in the lower part of the hull.

But these saw-toothed sharks have been dealing with Storm Federation ships all year round.

Have learned how to sabotage Storm Federation ships.

These saw-toothed sharks will chase small turtle-like creatures in the sea.

Force the small turtle creatures to the power port under the hull, forcing the small turtle creatures to get into the power.

Block the power port.

This makes it impossible for ships to sail even if they have backup energy.

If you want to sail, you can only get off the boat and clean the power port of the boat.

Every adult Sawtooth Shark is at the peak of the Gold Level.

In such a large group of sharks, there must be platinum-level saw-toothed sharks.

No one on the boat lasted more than ten seconds after entering the water.

Once someone enters the water, they will be torn into pieces by the swarming saw-toothed sharks, leaving only a red blood flower.

Suddenly, a sailor fell from the watchtower and landed on the deck.

The watchtower was ten meters high. The sailor who fell down unconsciously lost his breath as soon as he touched the ground.

Seeing the sailor who fell from the watchtower, other sailors and Warren immediately ran over.

After it was confirmed that the sailor was dead, many sailors were extremely short of water.

Two drops of hot tears rolled down his rough face.

Warren knew that the reason why the sailor fell from the watchtower was because he had just fainted from thirst.

If these brothers and myself are still trapped here.

I was afraid that the entire army would be wiped out in less than two days.

The Warren, named after himself, will also become a ghost ship on the sea.

Warren is no longer a young man, but a middle-aged uncle in his thirties.

But Warren still has the enterprising spirit of a young navigator in his heart.

On a dangerous ocean, relying on the Storm Federation's unique shipbuilding technology, he took a few guys out to sea to search for supplies.

Occasionally you can make a small profit.

When he was young, Warren was a man who often talked about his dreams.

Even in middle age, he is still working hard on his journey as a navigator.

But at this time, Warren hopes more than dreaming that he and these old guys can survive.

Thinking of this, Warren returned to the bilge and took out the only barrel of wine left by his master, the late old navigator.

Although hard liquor doesn't quite quench thirst, drinking it always makes the brothers feel better.

Facing the withering lives one by one, Warren felt that what he valued before was.

It's not that important now.

Only if you and these old guys can survive can you pursue your dreams again.

All of Warren's sailors were drunkards.

Usually when I see alcohol, I feel like I am desperate for my life.

Every time I return to the port, I will go to the bar to have fun.

But when Warren took out the jar of wine, these sailors actually refused, saying that they could still hold on.

Warren would take out this jar of wine because Warren felt that the lives of his brothers were more important than his own thoughts.

But now the brothers are unwilling to drink the wine because they know that they value it very much.

The sourness in Warren's heart surged.

Warren couldn't bear it any longer and pulled open the cork on the barrel.

The cork leaves the barrel, and the aroma of the wine wafts out immediately.

Warren said to one of the smallest sailors.

"Little monkey, go and get all the bowls."

The sailor named Little Monkey heard Warren's words and immediately ran to get the bowl.

Warren keenly discovered that there was a piece of black cloth tied around the little monkey's wrist.

Warren suddenly thought about why the saw-tooth bite shark meat that the little monkey gave him yesterday was soaked and wet.

The little monkey is usually too naughty and always conflicts with the old sailors on the deck.

Warren always said that little monkeys are ignorant.

But now it seems that although the little monkey is ignorant, it has a human touch that is thicker than the earth.

The little monkey brought over a stack of bowls, and Warren turned them upside down and discovered that one bowl was missing.

Just when Warren was about to ask the little monkey, he saw the little monkey waving his hands and saying.

"Brother Warren, I'm on duty tonight. If I have to stand on the watchtower, I won't drink!"

When Warren heard this, he hugged the little monkey directly.

Without saying anything, he poured two large bowls of wine into the little monkey and then said.

"You don't have to stand at the watchtower tonight, I'll do it!"

When the little monkey heard this, he smacked his lips, as if he was savoring the taste of the wine in his mouth for the last time.

Said one side.

"Brother Turbo, how can this be done!"

Hearing this, Turbine immediately waved his hand and said.

"I can't sail the ship, so there's nothing for me as a navigator to do."

"You all go to the bilge and have a good sleep tonight, and I'll go stand on the watchtower. It's settled!'

After speaking, Warren picked up the bowl and drank a large bowl of wine.

Warren has extremely strict control over sailors on weekdays and does not allow sailors to drink while on duty.

But now, looking at the little monkey and these old friends of his.

Warren felt that he couldn't suppress the despair and sadness in his heart without drinking a bowl of wine.

At night, Warren leaned on the pole of the watchtower and summoned his own spiritual creature, the Armored Sea Fern.

Let the armored sea fern strengthen the watchtower.

No matter how much an adult climbs, he can't climb down the watchtower.

Warren, who was leaning on the fence, looked at the moon in the sky and sighed secretly.

Warren, who used to like sunny days the most, wished that the clouds would be overcast and it would rain heavily.

Waiting until late at night, when dawn was about to break, Warren, who had always been resolute, couldn't bear it any longer.

He fell into an uncontrollable drowsiness.

Before falling asleep, an idea suddenly popped into Warren's mind.

If I can keep myself and these old guys alive, I, Warren, am willing to trade it all.

…

The stars are bright, and the Milky Way flows among them.

In the center of the Milky Way, nebulae are rising with magnificent stars.

Surrounded by nebulae, a long-awaited grand event was held again.

It's just that this time there were fewer people at the grand gathering than the six people last time.

The Sui people did not participate in this Celestial Council, but were cultivating their own fourteen millet fruits.

At this time, three figures outlined by will and soul, facing Libra and Leo, appeared on the seats of Andromeda, Perseus, and Leo Minor.

The person on the Leo Little seat was happy to see his master again.

But when the people on the Andromeda and Perseus seats saw the figure wrapped in countless wills and rules on the Leo seat, their eyes couldn't help but moisten at the same time.

Holding back the excitement and surprise in his heart, Yin Lin spoke first.

"Lion, Libra, long time no see!"