Chapter 264: Shura Field
Minutes and seconds passed.
The chirping of the outside world is still endless.
As the sun recedes and night falls, the lizards that have been surrounding the lagoon begin to move.
Their blood-red eyes widened, their necks craned, and they screamed in a dense stream like a trumpet of a charge.
Vow to teach these invaders who dare to break into the spawning grounds of their own people a bloody lesson!
That's right, this volcanic eruption atoll, which apparently doesn't support so many lizards, is actually a regular spawning ground for the lizard population.
If it weren't for a certain time of year, there would never have been such a huge number here.
During this period, the "shadow lizards", who were already in a restless estrus period, went into the water to try a few more times on a small scale.
However, without exception, Milan manipulated the "Song of the Siren" to give a head-on blow.
Eaten the lesson.
Knowing that they would never come back after entering the water, they no longer attacked recklessly, but none of them chose to leave, driven by the instinct of the guardian tribe.
Although after a sudden fall on the material world.
At first, they were very uncomfortable with the bright sun, but as time passed, the environment of this strange world slowly changed to the appearance of their hometown.
Dark, shady, without this harsh light...
Once the world is completely shrouded in shadows, they can sneak into the shadows as they please, pour into the huge "monster", and kill all the intruders who obviously don't have this ability!
Watching the sun gradually sink in the west, the hearts of the crew are also sinking.
"Aven! Hurry!"
Standing on the stern of the boat, Milan clenched his fists and prayed quietly, at this time he had nothing to do but give Evan absolute confidence.
Although everyone has 100% trust in their captain, the crew is in a situation where the dam is about to burst, and their fate is hanging by a thread.
Tick... Tick...
The first mate Borg had to look down at his pocket watch almost every two seconds, and even though the weather at sea was unexpectedly good today, the sun would not set longer than half past six in the evening.
And now it's time for what can be called judgment, and... 25 minutes!
Couldn't help wiping the sweat from his forehead, the middle-aged first mate felt that he was even more nervous today than when he was sniped by the Cyrius Treasure Fleet.
After all, the crew did not have Aiwen's long-range vision at that time, although they already knew that the catastrophe was coming, but the whole process was only a few minutes at that time, and after the "Reverse Cross" was activated, life and death had already been decided.
But now it's a minute by a second, and the closer you get to sunset, the stronger the torment.
If it weren't for the confidence in the "omnipotent" captain in his heart, perhaps the current mood would be similar to being sawed off by a rusty blunt saw!
"Look at the lake!"
Suddenly, Vader, the captain of the cable, who had been on the lookout himself, warned the crew, and Borg could hear his forced composure already trembling slightly.
"What's wrong?"
The crew looked at the surface of the lagoon, and as the sun set, the shadow of the "Cape Storm" was also stretched a little bit and projected into the water.
Now the sun is almost half below sea level, and the afterglow of the setting sun has stretched the shadow of the "Storm Horn" for a very long time.
Constantly staring at the calm and unobstructed water, I was about to approach the shore where the lizards gathered on the east side of the lagoon.
Even if they don't have any common sense of physics, they know that as long as the "bridge" of shadows leads to the shore, it means that there is no longer any obstacle between themselves and the "lizard torrent".
At that time, it didn't matter to them at all whether the sun set or not.
Phew!Phew....
Lizards that have an instinctive perception of shadows are more responsive to this situation.
In the frenzied hissing, the black tide rippled, and then the endless "current" began to gather wildly towards the tip of the mainmast, which had been extended first.
They are stacked on top of each other, and countless black bodies and red eyes make people with dense phobia lose half their lives at a glance!
After entering the "two-dimensional" world in the shadows, even the shadows with slender masts are like a 14-lane wide highway to them.
"Yes, or not... Shall we cut down the mainmast?"
The crew who fell into infinite horror did not know who suddenly mentioned it, and then many people looked at the towering cold pine mainmast... Eager.
Cold pine, also known as "cedar wood", grows in the cold forests of the northern part of the continent that are covered with snow all year round, and its extremely slow growth rate also creates its extremely tough wood, which is one of the best woods for making battleship masts.
The mast height of the average battleship is four times the width of its hull.
For example, the main mast of the "Cape Storm" is close to one meter in diameter, and the height has reached fifty meters from the keel part of the lowest layer of the battleship, so of course it cannot be made from a whole pine trunk.
In fact, the "bottom mast" of a battleship was generally spliced using a few or even a dozen pieces of high-quality timber buckle tenon, and then tightly clamped with a mast hoop.
Only the upper mast and the top mast, which have relatively thin masts, can enjoy the treatment of "canoe masts".
As a fourth-class battleship, the sail on the "Storm Horn" is almost the representative of the highest level of shipbuilding industry in this era.
Although the upper top mast can be dismantled, only by cutting the bottom mast together can the time be delayed to the maximum!
Even if, everyone understands that this is just in... Drink poison to quench thirst!
"Sir?"
In Aiwen's absence, everyone looked at the first mate Borg and Milan, the highest-ranking military except for Aiwen, and when they gave the order, the wolf-like soldiers would cut off all the masts on the ship as fast as they could.
This is undoubtedly a difficult decision for everyone.
Even cutting down the mast would only delay the disaster by a few minutes, but is it really worth it at the cost of making the Stormhorn lose all power and completely turn it into a coffin adrift at sea?
Seeing that it would be too late to cut the mast again, some crew members looked at the tide of lizards surging on the shore in the distance, and their eyes were almost red.
"Sir?!"
"That's... We..."
As a young master with a good life, Milan, who has never made such a major decision when he is so old, feels that it is a little difficult to breathe, swallows his saliva, and is about to say something.
Suddenly.
The "Prophet's" keen sixth sense threw him a clear and accurate signal, and Milan's face instantly relaxed, and then his feet went weak and he almost squatted on the ground.
Phew-
A long whistle rang out in the sky.
Dozens of white seagulls that had been hovering in the sky for a long time had already shot down like sharp arrows, flying in through the suddenly open door of Aven's laboratory, and then out of the porthole on the other side.
It's just that there is a large bottle of blood-red "madness potion" on every white seagull's foot!
Without the slightest delay.
The seabirds are like bombers that have been replenished with ammunition, taking off in a flying formation!
Whoosh –
When all the white seagulls were in the air, Evan also jumped out of the laboratory with a blue potion and landed lightly on the deck.
"Go and bring a bucket of fresh water, quick!"
Seeing the tide of rolling lizards that were rapidly approaching the extended shadows from the air, most of which had already hit the lagoon side, Evan gave a hurried order.
At this time, no one dares to be careless.
As the strongest knight, Gary had already heard the order, smashed the door panel of the lower cabin, rushed into the material reserve, and returned to the deck with a bucket of sealed water.
Knock –
At the same time that the bucket hit the ground, Gary had easily lifted the lid of the bucket with his right hand like a crowbar wearing iron gloves.
Ai Wen glanced into the bucket, because he was not going on an ocean voyage, but the fresh water quality on the ship was maintained fairly well after a few days at sea.
While pouring the blue potion in his hand into the bucket, Evan shouted to the crew with a solemn face: "If you don't want to die, everyone come and take a sip!"
The crew, who had already realized that there must be some kind of horror in the hands of those seabirds, immediately took all the cups, cups, bowls, and plates that they could use, and in the shortest possible time, each of the nearly three hundred crew members took a sip.
At the same time, flocks of white gulls had reached the lizards' heads before the tip of the tiniest shadow at the top of the mast touched the shore, with their backs to the sun.
Under the remote command of the most intelligent owl bass, the "bombers" dispersed according to the density of lizards on the ground.
At the moment when they completed the air deployment, they dropped the deadly "biochemical bombs" in their claws!
Bang!Bang!Bang....
The flask exploded, and the crimson liquid splattered in all directions, then quickly evaporated under the force of the wind, turning into billowing red smoke that enveloped the lizards in a large area.
In fact, these dozens of bottles of "madness potion" did not completely envelop the boundless tide of lizards, but even some of the fish that slipped through the net did not affect the overall situation in the slightest.
Roar –
Roar –
They are concentrated on this island because of the automatic aggregation of the spawning season, the special physiological state of the lizards in estrus, plus the desire to survive, appetite, lust, sleep, greed (possessiveness), expressiveness, indulgence... The collective explosion.
The originally warm "large-scale blind date" scene has been transformed into a "real Shura field".
The scene was completely out of control!!