Mysteries of the Earthsea

At first they just threw some tables, chairs and the like.

　　 When it was discovered that this could not reduce much, the crew turned their eyes to the heaviest thing on the Narwhal, the two deck guns.

　　 They shouted loudly and worked together to disassemble the deck gun.

　　 Charles, who was in stealth state, carefully poked his head out of the chimney and watched the absurd scene on the deck.

　　 "What's the matter? This is far enough from 005-3 above, at least a dozen kilometers, why are they still not awake at all?"

　　 Charles's face was very ugly at this time. His previous plan failed. The crew would be better because they were far away from 005-3, but now it seems that this is not the case at all. The effect of this brainwashing is not affected by distance.

　　He must solve this problem now before the Narwhal descends to the ground, otherwise the crew of the Narwhal will definitely fight with the troops stationed at the base below.

　　 If that happens, then no matter what party will suffer heavy losses.

　　 Just then, the people on the deck cheered. The bulky deck gun had just been thrown off the ship, and the Narwhal's descent speed slowed down a lot.

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　　 Charles twisted the black thorns on his neck, and the pain made his expression slightly twisted again.

　　 "No, I have to take action. I am too few alone. I have to bring a few people out to find a way to solve this trouble."

　　 Charles looked at the entire ship's people crowded on the deck, knowing that in this case, it is not a good place to start, and must find a place with few people to separate them.

　　 But now they are dismantling another deck gun. In this case, they cannot be separated at all.

　　After thinking for a few minutes, Charles planned to come to the top of the hatch like a color-changing gecko and step on the ceiling to hide in.

　　 During this period of time, it has not been able to attract the attention of others. Although Charles is now invisible, this matter is also difficult to handle.

　　 He is now very itchy all over, as if he is wearing a jumper next to his body, and his body control ability has decreased a lot.

　　 Charles started to move, and as he slowly approached the hatch, he could even smell the sweat of some sailors.

　　 At this critical moment, a drop of blood fell from Charles' neck and fell towards the head below.

　　 At this critical moment, a transparent tentacle stretched out from his head, blocking the blood.

　　The process was thrilling. Charles successfully walked into the cabin. He hung upside down, just like track and field team members, over the light bulbs used for lighting on the ceiling.

　　 Without any hesitation, Charles rushed directly to the turbine nacelle.

　　 There was no one in the turbine cabin. The chief engineer, the main tube wheel, and the second tube wheel were all on the deck to dismantle the deck guns. There was only the noisy mechanical sound and the **** on the turbine.

　　 The scorching temperature inside made Charles's itching even more unbearable.

　　 Charles twisted the black thorn on his neck again, and the pain that almost fainted suppressed the itching all over his body.

　　As the captain, Charles is very familiar with the various equipment here. He rushed to the hot turbine, looked at the thermometers on it, and started to adjust it skillfully.

　　 Under his operation, as the index on the watch began to explode, the temperature in the cabin also rose rapidly.

　　 Charles knew that the chimney outside must have been breathing fire, and if others didn't want the Narwhal to explode, they would definitely rush over.

　　 No matter what they are being brainwashed now, their purpose is definitely a sacrifice ritual, not to die in this darkness.

　　 When Charles just exited the turbo nacelle, he saw everyone in the turbo group rushing back, and the others followed.

　　 They didn't all come in, even if they were brainwashed, they knew that the corridors simply couldn't fit so many people, and the chaotic crowds would only make the situation more chaotic.

　　 Charles lay on the ceiling, waiting quietly, waiting for the appearance of the last person.

　　Audrick...Lily...Bandage...Deep, they rushed forward one by one.

　　 Finally Charles saw Nico who was walking to the back.

　　 Just as he passed a hatch, Charles stomped his feet on the wall and pushed him in. The door closed instantly around his tentacles.

　　 Nico's reaction was also very quick. The muzzle of his pistol was already on Charles' stomach, but the trigger couldn't be pulled anymore. Charles had already stuck his finger in one step before him.

　　 In the next second, sharp black thorns protruded from the palm of Charles's prosthetic limb and directly penetrated Nico's forearm.

　　 When Charles grabbed the black thorn's tail and shook it violently, Nico cried out in pain, but soon his expression changed from pain to doubt, and finally looked at Charles who appeared to be frightened.

　　 "Captain, what...what happened to this? What happened to me?"

　　 Charles saw the other party saying this, he was relieved immediately, the other party woke up and he had one more team member.

　　 Charles didn't explain anything to him, so he rushed to the corner and caught two mice. Those were Lily's eyes.

　　 Both hands grabbed the mouse's thighs and gently tapped, and with a click, the bone was broken, UU reading www. uukanshu.com so they can't report to Lily.

　　 When Charles finished dealing with the mouse, he turned his head and saw that Nico was shaking and was about to pull out the black thorn on his forearm.

　　 "Don't pull it out!" Charles rushed forward, holding Nico's trembling hand and pressing it hard. With a "puff", the black thorn reinserted it.

　　 Before the high screams were made, Charles directly covered him back.

　　 As if not seeing his stretched red face and violent blue veins, Charles lowered his voice, whispering what happened in his earrings.

　　 "So let the black thorns stay in your body. Only pain can inhibit this brainwashing ability, and we must maintain enough pain at all times."

　　 "What the **** is that thing? God? How could it have such a terrible ability?"

Charles shook his head, "I don't know, his number in the Foundation is 005-3, and it can be marked as 005 by the Foundation. It should be a ruthless character, but from the following 3, it should not be the 005 body, but a part of its derivative ."

　　 "The derivatives are so strong, isn't 005 stronger than the gods?" Nico looked down at his still bleeding arm.

　　 "Stop talking nonsense, these are not things we are considering now, no matter what it is, we must first save everyone else."

　　 After reaching out and pulling Nico up on the ground, Charles stared at the eyes with eyeshadow and said: "You are awake now, but they don't know yet, so we need to make a message."