The footsteps of "knock, knock" left the position of the hatch, which made both fighters breathe a sigh of relief. But just when they thought that the things on the deck had not noticed the change in the sound beneath their feet, something strange happened. Whether it's Lothar or the networm, all they can hear is each other's breathing and their own heartbeats. Other than that, there was no sound left. A drop of cold sweat narrowly escaped from his brow and fell into the earl's eye, causing a slight pain and obstructing his vision.

Lothar slowly raised her hand, trying to wipe the sweat from her eyes, but she didn't want the leather armor on her body to make an inappropriate grinding sound as it turned. This sound could have been completely ignored, after all, there was a natural background music on the sea, but at this time, the sound of the waves disappeared strangely, and this sound that should have been subtle was amplified countless times in the dead silence.

Damn! The Earl's fingers clenched sharply as he clenched his tomahawk and immediately focused his gaze on the deck above his head. Although these thick planks are enough to withstand the strong bow, who knows how well they are soundproofed, and who knows what kind of monsters are standing on the deck at this time, and in what posture they are spying on any prey.

"Boom!" The first sound, the same footsteps as just now, came out on the hatch, and the two took a deep breath, but the expected follow-up did not come. Just as they were about to suffocate from the atmosphere, more voices rang out like the chirping of thousands of birds, "Knock, knock, knock!" The loud and dense noise made people want to cover their ears for the first time. It felt like hail had fallen on the deck, and it was almost entirely concentrated in and around the hatch.

"Ahh At the same time, sit up and observe the situation around you. Not far from her was Qili, rubbing her eyes with an angry expression. At this time, the networm and Lothar did not have the energy to pay attention to the awakened witch, and all their attention was drawn to the hatch, and the thick deadbolts shook slightly in the continuous impact, and even the chains that bound them to the sides were also driven, colliding and beating with each other.

Tomahawks and daggers stood on either side in the dim light, and no one needed to command them, and both seasoned warriors knew how to strike head-on at the first few reckless enemies who broke through while guarding the gate. However, the Damned Lady's materials were clearly extraordinary, and despite the sound of a storm from the deck, the hatch showed no signs of being breached. Lothar's spirit relaxed slightly, and he looked at the net worm on the other side of the hatch and said something. The mercenary knew what the count meant, very naturally, through her lips, and he was sorry.

There is no point in blaming one's companion after the battle begins. The networm shook his head slightly, pointing the tip of his sword at the rickety wooden door, telling Lothar that now was not the time to blame himself. Judging by the sound coming from outside the door, whatever the things that want to get in, there are definitely quite a few of them. Even if you can kill the first few enemies, with the strength of four people in the cabin, it is difficult to say that you will be able to survive to the end. They need more help. Thinking of this, the networm suddenly narrowed her eyes, and she turned and ran towards the corner of the cabin, leaving the knight alone to guard the hatch.

At this point, the two witches finally realized what had happened, and Peg's face was very unsightly, and it was evident that she felt a considerable degree of fear for such an unknown enemy. As for Kiri, Lothar always felt that if there was no hatch to stop her, the bright-eyed witch would rush out and throw all the things that disturbed her sweet dreams into the sea to feed the sharks. Lothar chuckled, it wasn't a good thing to be too nervous before a fight, because a certain level of concentration often meant a loss of perception of something other than what it was focused on.

Sure enough, the Count discovered something else after calming down a bit. He stood up, pressed his palms against the deck above his head, and in this way felt the vibrations above him more directly, and then moved slowly in a certain direction. Kiri and Peg watched him suspiciously, the witches not understanding what Lothar was up to. However, the networm who woke up his pet immediately realized what the knight meant. She walked up to Lothar and asked him with her lips, who answered in the same way. Next, the two men stopped at a distance from the hatch. The mercenary summoned her giant spider, stroked the latter's neck, and if the spider had it, the fluff on it, and pointed to the deck above with her short sword in her other hand.

The white spider and its mistress were in touch, and it immediately understood what its master wanted to do. The giant spider turned, pointed its tail against the deck, and did what it did best, weaving webs. Of course, the size of the giant spider is so large that it is impossible for the giant spider to quickly weave the perfect web in such a small space, but even with only a few spider silks, they are quite a deadly trap for anything similar to the size of a human.

Everything happened without warning and as if it should have been, and with a "click", no matter how heavy the planks were, could not withstand such a violent impact, and the moonlight shone down the gap into the cabin. However, the place where the breach occurred was not the hatch, and the deadbolts and hinges on the hatch still dutifully protected the door. It was the deck that was destroyed. It's not hard to understand, isn't it, when the other side is blindly increasing the thickness of the gate, it may be easier to tear down the wall. And those previous powerful actions have been proven to be just the cunning tricks of the monsters.

If the ship's cabin had only been a group of terrified sailors, their ploy would have worked. Unfortunately, they were met against seasoned mercenaries and knights who had been trained several times. Nothing was still visible from the breach in the moonlight, but the cobwebs that had been waiting there for a long time began to shake violently, indicating that something had indeed hit its head into the net.

"Hmph, the wisdom of the beast. Lothar grinned, and stabbed the long-handled harpoon in the cabin into the crack in the cobweb, the iron tip did pierce the soft flesh, and the dark green blood gushed out down the blood tank! It's just that compared to Lothar, who lives inland, the mercenary smells something familiar from the blood of an unseen enemy. That is, the smell of seaweed.