Deep Sea Embers Chapter 34: Harvest

Duncan was awakened from his dream by a sudden sound of waves.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the vision he had seen in the half-dream and half-awake had only left a few thin silhouettes. He only remembered that he saw fish swimming in the air, and those around him surrounded him. The fish seemed extra delicious - but what were those fish like?

Do fish... can swim in the air?

Duncan blinked, a strange feeling that reality and dream were torn apart and blended, which made him a little confused for a short time. He looked at the three fishing rods he fixed on the fishing rod rack, and did not see any fish hooked. Signs, and the sea in the distance has begun to rise and fall, and waves of waves are lapping against the hull of the Lost Country.

Immediately afterwards, the waves became larger, and within the range visible to the naked eye, a wave of waves stronger than one wave began to come continuously from afar. The surging voice filled his ears.

Duncan looked up at the sky and found that the weather was still fine. It seemed that there were only a few more winds and waves, but there should not be any extreme celestial phenomena such as major storms.

"This may not be a good day for fishing..."

He muttered, considering whether to put the fishing rods away, but at this moment, out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly saw the front end of one of the fishing rods suddenly bend!

The strong fishing line specially prepared for sea fishing tensed up in an instant. The short, thick and tough sea fishing rod seemed to have caught something big. There was a screeching screeching sound, and the rod holder used to hold the rod also made a sound of wood rubbing under the huge force, and all this sent a signal to Duncan:

Here comes the fish! Big fish!

He instantly gave up the idea of ​​taking a rest. The enthusiasm of the fishing guy was burning in his chest. He came to the "shipping" fishing rod in two steps and grabbed the fishing rod with one hand to prevent it from falling from the fishing rod. The rack fell off, and the other hand began to adjust the tension of the fishing line little by little.

"I'll just say it! How can I be an Air Force!"

Duncan muttered to himself excitedly, and began to compete with some behemoth at the other end of the line. It was a tough fight. The thing at the end of the line was obviously not going to be caught, and a huge force was pulling. With the fishing rod, even with Duncan's strength and the support of the rod rack, the stalemate still seemed to be crumbling.

The wind and waves around the Lost Country grew a little bit, but to Duncan, that little rocking was nothing.

He was only angered by the stubborn "prey", and he was worried that the opportunity to improve the food that had finally come to him would slip away in vain.

The tension of the fishing line has reached a critical point, and the big fish is about to break free from him.

After a long stalemate, Duncan finally turned his heart away, and a cluster of faint green flames suddenly spread out from his hand holding the fishing rod.

The green fire ignited violently, spreading like water, and then quickly flowed out along the fishing rod and fishing line. The fire of the spirit body burned all the way, forming a "line of fire" that went straight into the sea along the fishing line. In the depths of the sea around the township, an illusory outline of green flames suddenly appeared, and under the reflection and outline of the faint green flames, a huge shadow emerged in the seawater.

The shadow is like an unceasingly expanding and shrinking mass of flesh, covering almost the entire sea surface within a few hundred meters of Homeless, and a large number of constantly changing and growing dark things extend from its edge, as if thousands of The arm wriggled and waved in the ocean, stirring the water around the Lost Country, and controlling the undulations of the invisible waves.

Duncan heard some strange movements in the sea, and while maintaining the stalemate with the "prey", he looked out curiously with his probe.

He didn't see anything, only saw the waves rise and fall, not much different from before.

And he clearly felt that the confrontational force from the fishing rod was a little weaker than before.

The fact that the prey is starting to run out of strength brings a big smile to his face.

He began to tighten the line hard, dragging his prey out of the sea little by little...

…

Alice was startled by the roar and whistling from outside the cabin. The violent shaking came from under her feet, causing a series of clinking sounds from the furnishings in the cabin. She quickly grabbed a nearby one with her eyes and hands. The railing, so that he did not let himself fall, and his face showed a surprised expression: "What happened?"

The Lost Homeland was rocking, as if a huge storm was raging outside, and there was some kind of low, suppressed sound from the depths of this ancient ghost ship, as if it was roaring, roaring, against the deep sea. The terror that came, against a behemoth that tried to devour himself.

Everything in the cabin was rattling. At first Alice thought it was a collision caused by the shaking of the ship, but soon she realized that many of these noises were actually in place. Noisy—they were making noises to communicate with each other, but Alice couldn't understand a language that only Homeless could understand.

She only knew that something might have happened outside.

Miss Doll decided to go to the deck to take a look - she stumbled out of the cabin, and ran towards the deck while supporting the nearby wall to avoid falling.

After nearly tripping over the flying cables and the rampaging barrels a few times, she finally reached the end of the stairs. She pushed open the wooden door that was constantly swaying in the wind and waves, and saw that the boundless sea was raising an amazing Big waves.

The sky was pitch black as ink, and the ominous thick clouds had almost condensed into heavy lumps. The clouds were pressing darkly close to the sea, and the huge waves like a city wall were rolling and rushing under the dark clouds, undulating near the Lost Homes like an encirclement!

This was the first time Alice saw such a sight. She didn't know if this was a normal situation at sea, but she knew she had to find the captain at this time.

She looked around the deck and, with little effort, found Captain Duncan standing on the edge of the deck.

…

The wind and waves around are a bit annoying, but for the soon-to-be-successful Duncan, this is just a little "interruption". With the dual feedback of the fishing line and the green fire, he can clearly feel that his prey has stopped. Resist, that behemoth is being dragged out of the water by him little by little.

"Come on you!"

With a cheery shout, he jerked the rod in his hand one last time.

A big fish jumped out of the water - really big, almost half his size.

For a brief moment, Duncan met the fish in mid-air.

"...It's ugly."

This was the first emotion in his heart.

It is indeed a very ugly fish. The surface of the black body seems to be covered with some kind of bumpy growth, and there are strange gray and white patterns that randomly spread along the fins on both sides. Seeing many bone spur-like structures, a pair of empty white eyes stared at Duncan under those bone spurs.

Duncan felt very uncomfortable. He felt that the fish was looking at him maliciously.

But the next second, he saw that the fish twitched suddenly, its eyes that were staring at him burst out of nowhere for some reason, and blood flowed instantly.

The fish fell heavily on the deck, jumping and twisting like a medium electric shock, and quieted down after just a few seconds, blood seeping out from its mouth and bursting eyes, little by little fall on the deck.

Duncan was a little surprised to see this extremely ugly fish lose its vitality quickly at his feet. He vaguely remembered what he had read in the book: most fish in the deep sea are really ugly, and Because they live under water pressure for a long time, after being fished out of the sea, their blood vessels will indeed rupture due to pressure changes, and even die quickly as a result-is it the same for fish in this world?

Just as he was so stunned, a crackling sound suddenly came.

Duncan followed the sound curiously, but saw that several smaller "strange fish" also landed on the deck.

They look similar to the half-human tall fish, but only about half a meter in size, and they are the same as the big fish - they were already covered in when Duncan watched them~IndoMTL.com~ Bleeding violently, and dying soon after.

Duncan was a little stunned, but it took a long time for him to react: "Huluwa saves grandpa? One gift for another?"

…

Alice clutched the railing next to her tightly, staring nervously at the sight of a brutal fight not far away that could drive ordinary people crazy.

She saw Captain Duncan standing on the edge of the deck, the green flames on his body bursting into the sky, he faced the sea like a flaming giant, with three hooks extending from the deck under his feet, one of which was on the hook A terrifying flame burns.

She saw a huge shadow suddenly appear in the boundless sea, followed by a tentacle that was almost thicker than the main mast of the Lost Country, sticking out from the sea water, and the surface of the tentacle opened countless malicious faces. Eyes, and countless sharp teeth rubbed and chewed between them, as if the whole ship was about to be bitten to pieces in the next moment.

Alice almost exclaimed. She wanted to remind the captain to avoid and rush to help, but before she had time to act, the tentacle slammed down on the captain.

She saw Captain Duncan raised his head, under the raging flames, the captain's face was filled with joy of harvest - he looked at the countless eyes on the tentacles, and the countless eyes on the tentacles also watched him.

In the next second, all the eyes on the tentacle burst open, and hundreds of sharp and sharp teeth let out a harsh and painful neigh, and then, the tentacle broke out of thin air— It is as if a huge body hidden under the sea level actively cut off the connection with the tentacles, and directly abandoned the end of the tentacles that had been severely injured on the deck.

The tentacles slammed to the ground, and the filthy viscous flesh spilled from the fracture also crashed to the ground and landed at the captain's feet.