The attacks of the Sea Ghosts started to become more intense. Everyone understood that there must be some kind of power behind this. The Ghost King was nearby, there was no mistake about it.
A strange whistling sound started to surround the Roc. This was a kind of strong sound wave interference. To the Sea Ghosts, it was a kind of mental crow's nest that could stimulate them to risk their lives even more. However, to the humans, it was a kind of mental torture, causing their reactions to be sluggish and causing them to hallucinate during the battle.
The Sea Ghosts were still the main force, occasionally mixed with golden helmets. However, with the whistling of the Ghost King, the situation became more dangerous.
The Sea Ghosts started to occupy the deck of the ship. They could no longer be stopped from the side. This was a watershed, and also the prelude to the fall of the Roc.
Even the Sea Boss had joined the battle. Now, there was no longer a need for anyone to command the ship. Only the most primitive battle instinct was left.
When fighting on the sea, the tragedy was that the loser had no way to escape! They could not surrender, nor could they scatter. Jumping into the sea to escape was a joke. Compared to swimming with sea creatures, even the most brainless person would understand the consequences. What was worse was that it was still winter.
The crew and passengers were compressed in the middle of the cabin. The bow and stern of the ship had been lost. Now, they could only rely on the terrain to carry out a tight defense. At this point, the fall of the entire ship had become inevitable. Everyone understood this point. Their defense was somewhat tragic, and there were even people with weak wills who chose to give up.
The Sea Widow was completely disheartened. She had never thought that this lucrative voyage would be her doomsday. Actually, it was inevitable when she thought about it carefully. After all, how many people would actually be able to live a smooth and peaceful life on the ocean? The more ocean-going the ship was, the more it was like this. Unless you never traveled far across the ocean and only moved around the mainland islands.
Looking around, almost everyone in the surroundings had fallen into despair. They were only waving the weapons in their hands mechanically. Regardless of whether it was their mentality or physical strength, they were on the verge of collapse. Only two people, as usual, were killing the Sea Ghosts efficiently. Wherever there was a hole, they would fill it up. Just by looking at their movements, it was no different from when the battle started.
The Sea Widow suddenly wanted to know. What exactly happened to this little fellow of hers? How could a person be reborn in such a short period of time?
Squeezing to the side of the Sea Hare, she looked for an opportunity to ask, "Hare, can you tell me where you got your skills from?"
The Sea Hare was somewhat speechless. Was this the time to think about such messy things?
"They were all stolen by the Art of Stealing! Like at night … I say, Big Sister, you have to boost the morale. If this goes on, everyone will be finished. No one will be able to escape! "
However, Widow Hai was indifferent. "Dying in battle is nothing more than that. What else can we do? They're all tired … "
The sea hare reminded her, "Big sister, there's one thing you must know. The frequency of the golden armor bouncing up is going downhill! Although it's not obvious, as long as we persevere, we will definitely be able to last until the end! These things couldn't last for long because they were limited by their population! It's not endless! "
Sea Widow's heart skipped a beat. She had roamed the seas for thirty years and had experienced many storms and waves, but to be honest, this was the first time she had seen a golden-helmeted sea ghost! Her heart was filled with despair and she had given up on herself. Because in history, there seemed to be no one who had survived the golden-helmeted sea ghosts led by the Ghost King. Although she was very confident, she was not arrogant enough to break the tradition of history. Therefore, she had this carelessness. However, after the Sea Hare's reminder, after a brief analysis, she discovered that the frequency of the golden helmeted sea ghosts was not as high as before.
This was a process. At the beginning of the battle, the golden-helmeted sea ghosts would appear. Then, they would appear one after another. When they were most concentrated, they would appear one after another. Every ten breaths, there would be seven or eight of them jumping up. They were also retreating under such intensive attacks.
However, the frequency of seven or eight every ten breaths had already appeared for a very long time. Now that they carefully calculated, there were only six or seven every ten breaths. Although the pressure was still great, because they were not defending on the side of the ship, the feeling was not very obvious. However, if this was a sign that the golden helmeted sea ghosts were exhausted, it seemed that they really had the meaning to persevere?
However, "What about the Ghost King? The Ghost King hasn't made a move yet? If it really appears, how should we deal with it? "
The nearby Mubei said in a muffled voice, "Old woman, how did you become the captain? Could it be that all your skills were obtained by lifting your skirt at night? The Sea Ghost King had already made his move! It will not board the ship! "
Sea Widow instantly understood. The Sea Ghost King's attacks were mental attacks. This was the method that it was proficient in! However, it would not really jump onto the ship to kill. This was the characteristic of a high level sea ghost! However, this guest's tone was very unfriendly and also very dirty. However, she could not say anything because he was her patron. His strength was far above hers. He was someone that she could not offend!
She clenched her teeth. Her desire to survive made her believe in these two people. She shouted sternly,
"Everyone, put in more effort. The sea ghosts will not be able to hold on for much longer. I understand them. Their numbers are limited and they will not throw their entire race here! As long as we persevere for a while, victory will definitely belong to us! "
Regardless of whether they really listened to her or were just trying to get two more, the mood of the people on the ship was still somewhat raised. It could be foreseen that if the sea ghosts were to erupt in numbers again, this bit of morale would be instantly shattered. Fortunately, such a situation did not occur.
Sea Hare discovered that the ordinary people on the ship were indeed very unbearable. Against the Golden Helmets, they basically could not be counted on to fight. However, none of the origin power users retreated. Every one of them performed very bravely, including the group of dancers.
He and Mubei were both intentionally or unintentionally protecting this group of people within the limits of their abilities. However, each of them paid attention to a different target. Sea Hare's focus was on not letting anything happen to Boss Sea. However, Mubei's focus was placed on the dancers, especially the fattest one. Due to the inconvenience of her body, she was very clumsy when dealing with the six tentacles of the sea ghosts. Without Mubei's help, this overly plump dancer would have already met with an accident.
Was this an acquaintance? Or was it a unique taste?
He looked at Mubei in this way and Mubei also looked at him in the same way!
There were so many young and lively dancers, yet he did not know how to curry favor with them. Instead, he cared about that middle-aged Sea Widow! He did not believe that this fellow was doing this for the future of the Dapeng. It was just a young man's perverted love for this mature body.
Too useless!
The two of them ridiculed each other, and the more they killed, the fiercer they became. Because of the clean, concise, and ruthless way of killing the ghosts, the two of them still had energy to spare. They were skillful and skillful, completely different from the others who were as tired as dogs.
Under such a rhythm, although the number of sea ghosts that rushed onto the ship did not decrease, the number of Golden Helmets mixed among them was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye. This was exactly what Old Sea Dafa had said.
Although they were tired, they saw the hope of survival. Everyone began to become excited.
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