Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 1120

[Chapter 119 Sea Beast]

Has it started yet?

Including Jonson Goode,

all the sailors were nervous, and they crowded to the guardrail of the deck and looked down.

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

.

“Go back to your post!” The first

officer next to the captain shouted, pulled out his machete, and slapped the guardrail with the side of the blade.

The dull sound of the blade colliding with the guardrail made these seafarers who were in poor mental condition reacted,

gave up watching, and returned to their respective posts.

Either tending the sails,

or trimming the winch, getting ready to stow the anchor,

or… tuning the harpoon turret.

wow.

As the owner of the boat, Jonson Goode naturally had the right to stand with the captain and watch, and

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

rolled the sea water, and created a long V Glyph ocean waves.

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

and it is like the arm of an octopus.

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

The sailors on the boat let out bursts of depressed exclamations. They have been walking on the sea all year round, they have seen countless sea monsters, and they even hunted and killed a few of them.

On both sides of the hull, the broken wood grain beneath the layers of brown paint,

hidden behind the wooden baffle, the sharp-edged harpoon turrets and rifled artillery shimmering with cold light, is the best proof.

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

Superstitious sailors rarely do it,

only whalers running for profit, and the Imperial Navy tasked with maintaining the safety of shipping routes, hunt sea monsters.

(The biological materials cherished by some sea beasts are sometimes the reason for humans to hunt them.)

Under the scold of the first mate, the sailors on the Atoka returned to their respective posts, and the

most elite sailors adjusted the harpoon guns, caught Whale nets and rifled guns.

The strange and vast windless zone seems deadly, but in fact it is full of dangers.

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

Can these weapons that they use to deal with conventional sea kings really protect them after the summoning ritual fails?

Clap-

the exaggerated black dorsal fin sank under the water surface,

neither actively attacking the ship

nor diving to leave,

but swam back and forth around the sunken Atoka.

Gudong.

Jonson Good looked at the large dark shadow below the sea and swallowed subconsciously.

When he was a noble boy before, he saw various giant skull specimens of sea kings in the Imperial Museum. Swallow the whole wagon.

The Imperial Navy also drags a part of the sea kings it hunts into the inner harbor of the city along the waterway every year for the citizens to watch

to show off the imperial might.

But the shadow of the activity under the sea gave him a much stronger sense of oppression than the dead objects in the museum, or the stinking corpses of sea beasts in the inner harbor.

Jonson Good couldn’t help but asked softly, “Your Excellency 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, he had only seen his father use it once, and

he himself had never used it before.

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

Just when the captain was about to tell the young employer about the matter, he

heard a loud “bang”, and

the whole four-masted ship shook violently.

The barrels tumbled on the deck, and the sailors stumbled.

Jonson Good, who had a year of sailing experience, instinctively reached out and grabbed the deck railing to prevent himself from falling to the ground and slipping into the sea along the sloping deck.

Jonson Good turned his head to look at the captain, and saw that the other side inserted the blade of the machete into the deck to stabilize his body, and his dull and serious face was also a little pale.

“Everyone is in place, ready to attack…” Before the

voice fell,

there was a violent shaking sensation in front of the bottom of the boat.

With the sound of a huge amount of sea water,

the front half of the sailboat rose high,

revealing the growth of the bottom of the boat. The dense blue and black barnacles,

everyone on the boat finally saw the full picture of the attacker who pushed the sailboat.

It is a giant creature that looks 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. Its

limbs are fin-like, and

there is a long black dorsal fin in the middle of its back. ,

on both sides of the dorsal fin, there are barb-shaped dense protrusions.

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

The upper body surfaced, and the

orange beast’s eyes were condescending, as if overlooking an ant,

staring coldly and ruthlessly at the stunned crowd on board.

“Mosser…”

Jonson Goode’s face was pale, he firmly grasped the guardrail on the bumpy boat, and spit out a word vaguely in his throat.

There are as many types of sea kings in the deep sea as stars, and the moss dragon is the most numerous one among them. It is widely distributed in all parts of the ocean and is one of the most troublesome opponents of the imperial navy.

The mosasaurs around the conventional waterway are close to the length of a two-masted sailboat.

The farther north, the colder the water temperature, the larger the mosasaur, and the longest can be close to a three-masted sailboat.

However, the mosasaur in front of him was even bigger than the four-masted Atoka they were driving.

The sailors who controlled the harpoon turret and artillery in the hull were also shocked by this majestic and strong deep-sea beast like a Titan creation.

“Captain?”

Jonson Good turned his head and looked at the exotic captain who had given him high hopes. “What should we do?”

“Hehe,”

the dark-skinned captain seemed to have not heard the words of his employer. , his eyes stared at the brown-yellow vertical pupils of the moss snake dragon, his eyes were absent, and he muttered to himself, “Uh heh heh heh heh, heh heh heh heh…”

“Captain?”

Jonson Goodton A chill swept through his body,

not only the captain, but all the sailors on the Atoka who looked into the eyes of the mosasaur, all fell into a state of sluggishness, standing motionless, constantly emitting strange laughter.

What exactly is going on?

A strong ominous premonition flooded Jonson Good’s body. He didn’t dare to look at the mosasaur, but spread his legs and rushed towards the lifeboat on the side of the ship.

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

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

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

from the throat as dark as the abyss, spewed a large number of tentacles covered with barbs,

like a goddess scattered flowers , shrouded towards the Atoka, and grabbed everyone on board.

The captain, who was sluggish and smiling, was in the middle, his hands and feet were caught by the tentacles, and he was drawn into the open mouth of the mosasaur, and disappeared.

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

The remaining sailors panicked and counterattacked uselessly,

or pulled out their blades and slashed at the tentacles,

or activated harpoons and artillery to bombard.

Blade slashing has no effect on the tentacles, only a volley of artillery can break off one or two of the tentacles, but in the next second, more tentacles gushed out of the mosasaur’s throat, hunting the sailors on board.

Jonson Good ran all the way, and along the way he saw that those tentacles seemed to have a sense of mind, and they drilled into the cabin very flexibly, like opening a can, and dragged out the sailors hidden inside,

accompanied by the miserable sailors. The screams threw them into the dark throat of the sea beast one by one.

Mosasaurus,

no,

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

Jonson Good looks crazy. At this moment, his brain is occupied by the desire to survive. What kind of ambition of family revival is not worth mentioning in the face of the weird creatures that wantonly prey on humans.

As soon as…get there…

Jonson Good galloped across the rickety deck, stomping hard on the ground, over the deck rail, and fell towards the lifeboat strapped to the side of the ship.

boom!

The waist and abdomen seemed to have been punched heavily, and the falling momentum suddenly stopped.

Jonson Good looked down in despair, and saw a giant tentacle wrapped tightly around his waist, rolling him backwards.

The roar of artillery, the miserable screams, the cries, the prayers, the creaking of ship decks, the splash of water.

Amidst the noise, the blond noble boy fell weightlessly,

and the last scene in his sight was the dark, fishy, tentacle-covered throat of the sea beast.

[End of this Chapter]