"Captain Helen, what should we do? These monsters are holding us back. We can't leave at all." Naki looked worried. "The sea hasn't calmed down yet. Those evil creatures won't dare to come out. But if we stay stranded, we won't have a chance."
"Now you're asking me, what can I do?" Helen gritted her teeth. "Chop these damn vines with all your might!"
Everyone knew that as mortals, they had no power to fight back against these abnormal beings.
"Shit! The mast is tangled up by the vines!" As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the hull of the ship shake, followed by a loud bang. Helen turned around in bewilderment, and saw that a mast at the rear of the ship had fallen down, smashing into the sea and causing large waves to splash.
"We're done for …" Helen murmured.
Everyone's expression was grim. Even the mast was broken. It would be extremely difficult for them to set sail again. The only way was to repair it. But … they looked around. The dark sea, the creepy vines, and the chilling aura were everywhere.
Would they be able to repair the hull in such an environment?
The answer was no.
Just when everyone was about to give up, Erwin stepped forward. He also looked serious, but at least he was not completely disheartened.
"Don't worry about that. Let's get rid of the vines first. We have to hold on until Mister Padt arrives. "
Everyone finally realized that Mister Padt was the embodiment of wisdom. He must have a way. With that in mind, they began to fight the vines again.
Helen and Erwin looked at each other and wondered if Mister Padt would be able to survive the attack of thirteen enemies. That was an unknown.
Even if he did survive, would he be able to find them and save them in time? That was even more unlikely.
The only thing they could do now was to keep the crew alive. However, they themselves already understood that the road ahead was hopeless and their hopes were slim.
Helen closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "It'll be fine. Don't give up! After we get rid of the vines, we'll repair the ship at dawn! "
"Understood!" The sailors shouted in unison.
Cleaning up the vines was not an easy task. These vines seemed to have a life of their own and were extremely strong. The only thing they could do was to rely on their agility to chop them down.
Although the vines would lose their vitality once they were cut down, they noticed that as the vines pulled The Limpet closer to the island, more and more vines would appear. They were like weeds that could never be burned down, growing back again and again after being cut down.
Moreover, the dense aura of death in the surroundings was constantly eroding their will to fight. Towards the end, although they were still swinging their swords, their faces began to stiffen, and they became more and more pale and powerless.
Helen and Erwin were both people with strong wills. They could still hold on to their beliefs, but looking at the expressions of the people around them, they could not help but feel despair. "This is one of the most dangerous seas … Can we really survive?"
When even they began to doubt themselves, the vines around the boat became even more rampant.
A vine that was bigger and thicker than the previous one suddenly rose up high and wrapped around the watchtower in front of everyone's eyes.
The mast on which the lookout stood was the main mast of the ship! If something happened to the main mast, it would be enough to smash the entire ship!
"Don't!" Helen yelled.
However, the vine did not understand her. It curled up its long tail and broke the main mast from the middle with a crack. The main mast fell down to the deck.
Helen and Erwin were both on the deck. The shadow of the main mast had already covered them.
"We're done for …" Helen began to recall the things that happened in the past years. She was almost middle-aged, alone, and all her memories were about the sea. She was going to die in the sea in the end, as if this was her destiny.
The last memory that flashed in Helen's mind was of a lazy middle-aged man.
"Mister Padt … I'm sorry … I didn't keep my promise …" Helen murmured to herself. A drop of crystal clear tear slid down from the corner of her eye.
After a loud noise, the surroundings suddenly became silent.
"So it's over? Am I dead now?" Helen thought, but she did not seem to feel any pain.
Helen tried to open her eyes, and there was a dim light flashing in front of her.
When she came back to her senses, she found that Captain Erwin was holding a lamp filled with fluorite and shining it on her.
She turned her head and looked around. She found that she was still on the deck. The expressions of the sailors nearby suddenly changed from stiff to lively.
"I'm not dead? What's going on? "Helen was confused.
"Mister Padt saved us!" Erwin's eyes were filled with tears of excitement. "He's here! We're saved!"
Hearing this, Helen abruptly looked up.
Under the dark clouds, a giant beast with a flaming tail was circling in the sky. Every time it flapped its wings, flames would scatter and burn the vines around it. However, the flames did not seem to have a mind of their own as they did not touch The Limpet at all.
"This giant beast looks like that … seabird?" Helen remembered that not long ago, when they parted ways with Mister Padt, the seabird flew into the sky and turned into this half-eagle, half-lion beast.
Helen raised her hand to cover the strands of hair flowing down her forehead and looked at it carefully.
On the back of the beast, there was a man whose body was covered in flames. Unlike his usual lazy look, he was now swinging his arms and turning all the vines around him into ashes.
Just like Erwin, Helen's eyes were filled with tears.
Once again, Mister Padt had pulled them back from the abyss of death. None of them would ever forget this favor for the rest of their lives.
When the flames around The Limpet slowly disappeared, and there were no more vines within a hundred meters of it, Angor slowly descended from the sky.
After a series of noises that sounded like the expansion of rubber, Toby turned from the Fury Griffin into a soft, cute seabird with intense white smoke popping up.
Toby looked a little uncomfortable without any clothes on. It quickly dived into Angor's chest pocket, and when it came out again, it was wearing a cow costume. It was something he made while he was on the way. There were runes on it to prevent dust and water from leaking out.
After praising Toby, Angor looked at The Limpet, which was now in a mess.
"So many things happened in such a short time," said Angor as he walked to Helen, whose eyes were still wet with tears.
Helen lowered her head and said softly, "Sir, I'm sorry to disappoint you." It was unknown whether it was out of guilt, guilt, or other emotions.
"This isn't Summerdew Ridge, is it?" Angor asked Captain Erwin, "Is this the Summerdew Ridge?"
Erwin nodded helplessly. "The hurricane changed its direction halfway. We didn't borrow the strength of the wind to get to Summer Dew Ridge, but instead, we were blown into another sea by the wind … "
At this point, the surrounding people, be it Helen or the sailors, all revealed gloomy expressions.
"Where are we?"
After a moment of silence, Erwin uttered a name with trembling lips.
"Specter Sea?" Angor turned around and looked at the darkness of the island. Instead of disappearing because of Toby's light, more and more people were looking at them.
Naqi suddenly shouted, "I can't feel the hurricane anymore. The waves have stopped!"
Following the appearance of this sentence, a white figure emitting a pale white light suddenly emerged from the darkness of the island. It was staring at The Limpet with a pair of pale eyes.
Was that … an undead?!
There was more than one. More undead creatures floated out from the island. Looking down from above, they looked like fireflies, which was quite a beautiful sight. But from a closer look, one could feel the chilling wind coming from them, as well as the terrifying evil intent.
The sailors on the ship trembled in fear when they saw the endless horde of undead creatures. Helen also swallowed her saliva. She remembered that Lord Roman had once said that this kind of thing that didn't have intelligence and only knew how to kill was called an undead. This was a terrifying thing that even he was helpless against.
There was more than one Undead here that even Lord Roman couldn't deal with. In fact, at a glance, there were Undead everywhere.
Helen felt a little dizzy. She had just escaped from the jaws of death, but now she found herself falling into an even more terrifying abyss.
Could it be that they were destined to fall here today?
At this moment, a clear and cold voice suddenly rang out. "It seems that we've arrived at an incredible place."
Helen turned around and saw Mister Padt standing beside her. For some reason, Helen sensed a hint of excitement in Padt's voice.
"Mister Padt, those aren't normal souls. They're undead. What should we do?" Helen asked.
Angor jumped to the front of the ship and looked at the glowing undead with a grin. "It's not a soul. That's good. Undead creatures? I'm in need of undead creatures anyway, so I don't know how to deal with them. "
Angor tossed the hunchbacked man onto the deck. "Toby, keep an eye on this guy. I'll deal with them. "
With that, Angor took out Prelude to Undead from his bracelet and aimed at a group of undead creatures nearby.
The undead seemed to have discovered that the humans in front of them were attacking them. They originally wanted to slowly nibble away at these prey that happened to visit them, but at this time, they couldn't help but roar crazily. Lines that looked like protruding blood vessels appeared around their white eyes, and they howled in a terrifying voice that sent chills down one's spine.
Everyone on the ship began to feel dizzy.
Angor wasn't affected at all. He aimed at the undead creatures and fired a shot.
Ripples seemed to extend outwards in the air. Before the undead could react, the row of nearly a dozen undead turned into smoke and disappeared.
Helen finally regained her consciousness. She also saw what happened outside and widened her eyes in shock.
Mister Roman said that even Padt couldn't handle him? Why was Mister Padt's attack so easy to deal with? Why were they so powerless against him?
So … Mister Padt is much stronger than Mister Roman?
Helen suddenly remembered hearing Roman's comment about Mister Padt not long after they set sail: "Trash."
Now that she thought about it, Mister Roman was the one who was useless.
While Helen was lost in her thoughts, the sailors around her began to cheer. They thought they were done for, but when they realized that the undead creatures were nothing more than food in Angor's hands, their spirits were lifted again. In fact, they were even more excited than when they were saved.
Helen looked over and saw that Mister Padt seemed to be addicted to killing. He didn't seem satisfied after killing several hundred undead creatures in a short time. With a strange weapon in hand, he charged into the crowd of undead creatures.
While killing the undead creatures, Padt also released a large amount of fire from his weapon to burn away the stinky vines.
The fire was bright, and the sound of gunfire was deafening.
While everyone was still immersed in this romantic scene, Angor had already returned to the side of the ship.
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