Charles watched in despair as he watched as his precise barrage shattered the spinning sewer manhole cover on the gigantic body, and then, after leaving a shocking dent on the gigantic rusty body, vanished. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This huge figure with open hands and a precise barrage slowly turned around, and Charles saw clearly that this was a huge strange man wearing a metal diving suit!

The axe in Draven's hand stopped spinning because Draven was stunned, he looked at the crow that was combing his feathers, and his frightened face forcibly pulled out a trace of an ugly smile, and said with a smile: "Are you the reinforcements that Darius said, it's really timely, haha!" ”

Jingle Bell Bell Bell ......

The worn-out chains tugged at the mossy and rusty anchor, dragging a deep mark on the ground.

The dark golden gloves grabbed the tail end of the anchor, lifted the unusually heavy-looking anchor, and with a thud, hung it on the shoulder.

Then, a muffled voice that seemed to echo inside the metal wetsuit came out: "I'm ...... Titans from the deep sea! ”

A Titan from the deep sea, his name is ...... Notilus.

Once upon a time, Notilus was a seafarer commissioned by the War College to explore the uncharted waters of the Sea of Guardians.

The expedition had led him deep into uncharted waters, when he and other seafarers found a large expanse of black liquid leaking and no one knew what it was.

Although their job was to investigate the new things they had found, no one on board dared to face the black water except for Notilus.

After Notilus put on his bulky wetsuit and climbed over the guardrail, it was only a moment before something lurking in the black water grabbed him. He held the side of the boat tightly. But something underneath pulled him wildly, making the whole ship shake.

The other seafarers were frightened and made a terrible decision.

As he gestured with his eyes, pleading for help, they gave Natilus his fingers to the guardrail...... Unleash them one by one!

Natilus fell into the ink, clutching the anchor in despair and vain.

Black tentacles wrapped him tightly. And he, except to watch the slowly blurred silhouette of the ship fade away, could do nothing.

Then, his eyes went black and he passed out.

When Natilus woke up, he became somewhat ...... It's not quite the same anymore.

The massive iron wetsuit had been reduced to a cohesive carapace, draped over his body, and no matter how terrifying the inner body was, no one could peer through it. All the details in his memory. It seemed vague and hazy, but only one thing he remembered very clearly: he was left behind, alone in the dark depths of the sea, towards death.

In his hands, he still held the anchor that belonged to those who had put him to death.

With this clue in his mind, he staggered for the answer, because the anchor was too heavy. Unable to swim or run he was aimless, he wandered unconsciously. The old days are like an eternal dream.

By the time he stumbled upon the waterfront in Bilgewater, he could no longer find any trace of his former identity, no house, no family, no life to return to.

Just when Notilus was isolated and desperate by the people, a sloppy foot. The strange man with a strange bird standing on his shoulder walked up to him, and with one hand on crutches, he held out the other ...... A helping hand.

This man's name is Svein.

Svein gives hope to Notilus, promising to help him regain what he had lost. And told him, "When you are swallowed up by the boundless darkness, there is no other way but to move forward." ”

This time, Notilus received instructions from Svein to search the coastal area of the Sablestone Mountains, but to no avail.

When he saw the crow in the sky of the sea, he realized that he was not alone.

When he followed the message from the crow and saw Charles and Draven, who were indistinguishable from each other, he quickly distinguished friend from foe.

Because, Draven's body has the same strong smell of blood as Svein.

"Hahahaha, yellow-haired imp, you really almost killed me!"

After surviving the death was protected by his allies, Draven began to shake the axe and shouted frantically: "However, it is still a little bit close, this time, I will definitely cut your head off with an axe!" ”

As soon as Draven's words fell, the throwing axe in his hand shone on Charles's head and threw it over, this time, he aimed at Charles's shrugging head, accurately, correctly!

Charles was really desperate this time, the golden space mana saved in his body had been depleted due to the use of precise barrage, and now he couldn't use the arcane leap to escape, and his foot, scratched by Draven's axe, couldn't move for a while.

Everything can only be left to fate.

Galen, that's all I can do for you.

Ahri, I'll probably never see you again.

Farewell, guys, I really want to make you another pot of mushroom soup.

All the familiar people came to Charles's mind, and then, Charles closed his eyes, he didn't want to see his brain splash when it burst.

That's too unappetizing, isn't it?

Charles thought.

When!

It was the sound of metal clashing.

Draven had just thrown the axe, and before it could break away from his fingertips, he didn't know what it had hit, and it had deviated from its trajectory and landed on the ground.

When Draven saw this, he took a sip and looked to the ground through gritted teeth, and he saw a silver metal can that was still dripping and spinning.

Just as he was about to scold, a hissing sound came from the metal can.

Boom!

A large cloud of white smoke centered on the metal canister exploded, instantly engulfing the massive bodies of Draven and Nautirus.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Draven choked on the smoke and coughed, he waved his hand to chase away the smoke in front of him, and he scolded, "What the hell is this! ”

Charles, who was already holding a mortal heart, heard this, and hurriedly opened his eyes, and through the blonde hair hanging down his forehead, he saw a ...... The back of a tattered crimson cloak.

"Keep your head down, little ghost."

It was a playful, yet uninhibited man's voice: "Be careful of being accidentally injured by my bullets!" ”

Boom!

It was a sound like the roar of a cannon.

Click!

This is a sound peculiar to metal friction.

Jingle bells!

It's the sound of a little thing falling.

Charles looked at his feet, the small metal shell still smoking, which he recognized...... Bullet casings! (To be continued.) )