This was Angness's true glimpse of the horrors of the Furious Sea, which she had only imagined in books before.

The storm in front of me had not yet fully formed, but there was already pouring rain pouring down, with a clear salty and wet smell. The boat swayed along the waves, crashing against the side of the ship, and the splash on the deck kicked up large mist, leaving a series of snow-white foam.

The sailors on board were skilled enough to lower the sails without any panic, and the steer controlled the ship to slowly but firmly face the waves against the strong wind, avoiding the ship from capsizing due to lateral winds.

Every few moments, a member of the crew loudly reported to Advina and the first mate about the ship's power, and the crew on deck, who had not yet returned to the cabin, expertly balanced the rocking of the ship and continued their work.

"The wave height is more than three meters, the wind speed is already more than 13 meters per second, and the center of the storm is estimated to be about 120 nautical miles southeast of us." Adevina solemnly reported a set of data.

"We are currently on the brink of a storm, sailing away from the centre of the storm, with a three-hour voyage to our destination and sufficient fuel." Adevana's calm voice pierced through the rain curtain and reached the ears of every crew member, "The Everina is not a heavy ship, and there is no need to worry about breaking the bow of the ship because the waves are too high. ”

Agnes listened to Adewina's calm words, and instantly understood the purpose of Adevana's words, it is very normal to encounter a storm on a raging sea, but it is a huge risk to actively deviate from Russell's safe course, even if it is just a commonplace storm, it will leave a shadow of fear in the hearts of the crew, and if it is ignored, it is likely to develop into irrepressible despair in the event of a special situation.

"Anderson, Okfa," Advina called out briefly, "pay attention to the condition of the crew and rescue in time." ”

"Miss Poyesia," Edwina looked at Agnes, "and you will also need to work with Sbasnereki to observe the situation around the ship and guide the crew to avoid areas where anomalous forces converge. ”

"In the Berserk Sea, we can't use spirit-related spells, and it's easy to have accidents." Adevina said calmly.

"Okay." Agnes nodded calmly and turned to the bow of the ship.

The wind brought cold rain, some of which ran down the neckline, soaking the shirt inside, and the other running down the hem of the long leather jacket, splashing on the deck, leaving a little ripple that spread outward, and then drowned in the ripples of raindrops.

Agnes looked at the rough sea through the dark rain curtain, her brown eyes gradually deepened, and a little bit of black appeared and disappeared under her eyes, and she felt her spirit quietly rising, looking at everything around her.

A mixed hoarse roar rang in her ears, and Agnes felt the stale smell fill her mouth and nose, and her mind came to the image of a skeleton struggling to get up from the bottom of the sea, the color of the forest white wafting in the almost dark waters, and the arms with white carrion waved towards the sea, dropping pieces of flesh with fine filamentous edges.

This is the case in all storm-shrouded seas, and Agnes looked around, but for most of the time it would not affect the ships moving on the surface of the sea.

Only where the spiritual influence was more pronounced, Agnes cast her gaze to the swirls that were gradually forming in her vision, the dark and slender threads that began to build up little by little as her gaze lingered, and she saw the pitch-black smoke barely visible in the dim rain curtain emerge little by little.

"Seventy-five meters ahead," said Agnes in a non-wavering voice, "watch out for the new whirlpools." ”

Sbasnereki on one side looked at the whirlpool that was gradually forming almost immediately after Agnes spoke, and the morning light on his body ignited little by little.

The icy chill and indescribable stench came as the ship came closest to the fully formed whirlpool, and the crowd could see what had emerged from the whirlpool at such an almost certain angle—

It was a strange creature, looking like a clay-like human with eyes, mouth, and tentacles, and its lower limbs, its body covered in slime and mud dripping little by little, and the black smoke continued to spread from its body, leaving traces on the surface of the water like oil.

It seemed to be asleep, not yet fully awake, except for its tentacles-like limbs that swayed weakly along the waves.

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

The crew closest to the left side of the ship fell to the ground, one hand pinching his neck and bending his body, an irrepressible cough coming from him, dark brown mucus dripping from his mouth. His other hand reached for his back in an eerie position, scratching hard, leaving bloody streaks on his clothes.

"Stay away from the left side of the ship!" Okfa shouted as he ran towards the fallen crew.

Sbasnereki also approached the crew with the two-handed greatsword condensed by the morning light, and the clear and holy morning light sprinkled on the crew and Okfa who came to the crew.

"It's hopeless." Okfa checked the crew, stood up and took a step back.

"Damn it!" A crew member with a harpoon cursed with red eyes.

He stared fiercely at the creepy creatures that were getting farther away, and raised his harpoon arm.

"Don't attack!" Adewina shouted, and Agnes appeared almost simultaneously next to the crew who tried to throw her harpoon at the strange creature, grabbing the crew's arm, which instantly stiffened and stopped.

The frost spread from Agnes's feet, and all the decks on this side were stained with white marks, and the pouring rain turned into fine ice ballast and fell on the deck, and almost all the crew members shivered subconsciously.

"It's a sobering ability." Anderson sneezed, then sighed as he looked at the fallen crew on the ground.

"It's our luck that it hasn't woken up yet." Agnes said calmly, letting go of the hand that was gripping the crew, who lowered their harpoon arm in some frustration.

"To be honest, I don't really want to take on a job like this." Anderson whispered.

The red crow flew out of his hand and landed on the fallen crew, the bright red flames illuminating the crew's cheeks and leaving a series of burns.

It was the crew who would play the guitar that day, and the thought crossed Agnes after seeing the crew's faces.

I don't know his name yet, that's the next moment on Agnes' thoughts.

She withdrew her gaze from the crew, still casting her gaze on the rough sea.