Screams of extreme pain echoed throughout the claustrophobic belly of the jet-black behemoth, and every crew member could hear them clearly.

Planck, the sole overlord of the Abyss, was unaware of the rapidly approaching threat from a few nautical miles away, and focused on the task at hand.

He was a middle-aged man of majestic stature, with thick muscles like a bull on his neck and shoulders. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing his blood-soaked forearms, and his red coat and tricorne hat hung beside him.

A man was lying on a workbench in front of him, his whole body held tightly in place by a belt, and only his head could barely turn. His neck was tight, his face was covered with sweat, and his left leg was fleshy, and he looked around in despair.

He's been shouting for an unknown amount of time, and it's halftime before the next severe pain comes.

On the table were several basins filled with blood, a lamp made of sea beast fat, and a tray containing blades, meat hooks, and other surgical instruments that could not be named, reflecting a blinding light.

Planck stared at the man in front of him, his eyes as cold and numb as a shark. He picked up a slender knife and hung it lightly between his fingers, like a delicate paintbrush.

The muscles in his thighs have been completely stripped away, leaving only an incomparably hideous wound.

The knife swam steadily and forcefully under Planck's hand, leaving intricate lines on the man's leg bones: curled tentacles and waves were entwined and entangled in such finesse that it was a beautiful masterpiece.

And because of this, it looks even more terrifying.

Bone carving, a dying art. Nowadays, few people have the patience to spend so much time on a single bone.

Planck's "work" sobbed and let out a barely audible moan, begging him to let it go.

But the work was not finished, and Planck ignored his pleas for mercy.

He rinsed the carving knife in his hand with cheap whiskey, then pressed the tip of the knife against the leg bone.

The man cried so loudly that he almost tore his throat.

When the knife was scraped on the bone, there was not much ** touch, but more torture on the mental level.

The shock of fear is stronger than the pain.

This melodious singing voice makes Planck feel empowered, and the real power lies in what others think of him, and he will remind his subordinates from time to time who is in control of the power.

The ship's bell rang, echoing through the dark and closed cabin, and Planck had just heard the sound, and the next moment he felt a violent impact on the Abyss.

"Boom-"

Suddenly, the hull of the ship flipped violently, and the suddenly raised floor flew the Planck top out of the way, hitting the wall, and the bone carving was interrupted.

The workbench was loaded with bloody skin, the blades in the tray and other surgical instruments fell to the ground, and even the ship's doctor and the others fell to the ground covered in blood, except for the man who was fixed on the workbench and was not knocked off.

"Who dares to move Lao Tzu's ship?!" Planck grabbed his big hat and hat and rose from the shaking floor, his whole face turning a terrible scarlet from his rage. The spilled grease burned on the ground, and the light of the fire reflected in his eyes, glittering red.

The others couldn't help but take a step back.

"Run! Big things are wrong! The left side of the Abyss was smashed through by a narwhal! A strong thug with a tattooed face and a broad-bladed scimitar stumbled through the sloping floor, and behind him, the murky waters spilled into the claustrophobic room at the end of the hallway.

Planck heard the keel of the sailboat bend and groan, it was taking on loads beyond its design limit, anger oozing from a few wrinkles on its face that looked like chisels.

"Why did you find out now?" He clenched his fists hard and slammed them into the plank.

No one dared to answer, no sea beast had ever approached the slaughterhouse with a bloody wave, this was the first time, no one had thought that such a thing would happen before.

Standing on the floor, Planck felt like the whole ship was sinking.

"The first mate took someone to close the watertight door and bulkhead valve of the adjacent compartment to prevent the water from spreading. The rest of the people brought tools and equipment to plug the leak and drain me! Don't let anyone try to escape! Give me all the ship repairs! If my Abyss sinks, you'll all have to bury her!" ”

In a fit of rage, everyone dared not disagree, and they all poured out of the room, as if the captain was a more terrifying being than the beast of the flood

Planck's angry gaze swept to the man's thigh, and when he saw that his carefully carved bone carving had been destroyed at the moment of impact, he immediately threw out the carving knife in his hand in a fit of rage.

The carving knife was impartial, and it was inserted into the man's eye socket to deliver relief to him.

……

The Abyss's cabin had been filled with seawater, and Sarah lurked in the murky waters, watching the situation in the cabin through the water.

The narwhal's giant horns pierced through the cabin, and the huge golden horns stretched across the cabin, emitting light that made the entire cabin as bright as day.

This was Sarah's first time inside the Abyss, the massive hull had been divided into multiple compartments, and the front and rear hatches had been tightly closed to prevent the water from spreading.

Inside, several sailors were nailing the patched timber to the holes, closing the holes that the whale horns had hit. The carnivorous fish of the sea, all dizzy by the churning water, did not attack the sailors who were half floating on the surface.

Even Sarah, as Planck's enemy, has to sigh that this is worthy of the Pirate King's car, these sailors are veterans of many battles, so quickly do a good job of isolation, it seems that the hull of the Abyss has been bombarded by cannons.

The water level could not go up, and sensing that the speed of the influx had begun to slow down, Sarah fixed her eyes on the closed hatch. If she was going to sink Planck's ship, she would have to open all the other cabins and let the sea fill all the cabins.

She swam to the hatch, where a sailor spotted her, screaming in horror with a mace.

Sha stretched her hand towards him, comparing it to the shape of a pistol, and with a slight flick of it, a flash of lightning burst from her fingertips, instantly piercing the sailor's chest.

The sailor clutched his chest, which had been cut wide, and his body stiffened into the water, like a lifeless sculpture.

Blood seeped out of his fingers and spread in the sea, instantly arousing the ferocity of the fish. Sarah swam past the sailor's corpse, and behind her, a swarm of fish Keisha wrapped around the package to nibble at his corpse.

"Help!"

"Let me go!"

"Help me! I don't want to die! ”

When the other tinkerers saw this, they slammed the hatch hard, or simply slammed the door with their tools, begging the other side to let them out.

They were originally left behind by Planck, and if they were not repaired, they would drown here. But now that there's an extra monster in the cabin, they won't be able to repair the cabin even if they die.