Those beings that have become extremely powerful are actually receiving death threats every day and night after they reach their peak.
Because Heaven no longer believes that they have any meaning in continuing to exist, it will continue to bring disasters that can lead to their death.
And this is the catastrophe!
Of course, ordinary people are definitely not qualified to be punished by the heavenly tribulation, and those who can meet that requirement are very rare. It is really rare.
But the extremely abnormal thundercloud in the sky gave Matisse reason to believe that the guy under his feet was probably a terrifying creature that met the conditions for being sanctioned by heaven.
In other words, this monster is not an eighth-level or ninth-level monster, but a legendary "tenth-level" monster, a peerless beast that can destroy a country on its own.
"Captain? What did you just say?"
"It's nothing, you continue to do your own thing."
Matisse did not intend to tell the crew members the results he had come up with. This was not an interesting thing. If they were really used as a shield to avoid danger by a peerless beast, then now they are
We are in a deadlock. Speaking out will only shake the morale of the army and will not do any good.
The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and blue light arcs are beating irregularly in the clouds accompanied by a "rumbling" sound.
Time is running out. The dark clouds floating above their heads are like sharp swords hanging above their heads. If they can't get rid of the monsters under the boat, everyone on the boat may die from a lightning strike.
Matisse looked at the ice floes passing the ship on the right, and an idea suddenly popped into his mind.
"Full right rudder! Sail into the ice floes!"
"Um? Captain, why do we need to transfer back? Isn't that even more difficult to get rid of?"
The helmsman was still confused about the captain's order. After all, it stands to reason that a ship sailing directly on the sea would be much faster than dodging back and forth in the ice floe.
"Stop talking nonsense! Are you the captain or mine? Listen to me!"
After that, Matisse grabbed the rudder from the helmsman and started steering it himself.
The Magana, driven by Captain Mattis, headed for the nearest ice floe.
The so-called floating ice group, as the name suggests, is a sea area full of floating ice. Small icebergs composed of rock-hard floating ice float slowly on the sea surface. Most of the floating ice is only a small piece exposed from the sea surface.
, but the part in the sea water is a huge thing.
This will test the performance of the ship itself and the skill of the boatman. Although the dangerous reefs can be navigated freely by more skilled local boatmen, the reefs are just fixed rocks after all, and the icebergs in the ice sea are
It changes all the time and there is no fixed route at all.
To sail in such dangerous waters, boaters can only rely on their experience accumulated in countless voyages and... luck.
Boom!!
The dark clouds above the Magana have turned into a black vortex, in which countless snake-like lightnings are jumping and converging, as if they are about to fall in the next second.
As soon as the ship sailed into the ice floes, two icebergs came face to face. These two icebergs, one on the left and one on the right, just blocked the way of the Magana.
This situation is to be expected. After all, if you want to hit a straight path in the ice floes, you can only ask the gods to do it.
"Ship, Captain! The gap in front is too narrow! We can't get through!"
"Can pass!! Maximum power! Rush over at full speed!"
"Eh? Yes!"
In this case, the crew has no other choice but to trust their captain.
According to Matisse's request, the crew in the control room turned the output index of the power furnace to the maximum. The propellers of the Magana rotated rapidly, and the water under the ship seemed like two swimming dragons circling. The strong power supported the huge
The hull roared towards the two slowly moving icebergs.
At this time, Mattis shouted into the microphone: "Everyone! Hold on to me!"
The moment the hull hit the iceberg, the crew members who saw this scene couldn't help but close their eyes and grab the strongest object around them.
Boom!!
The Magana collided with the iceberg at a speed of thirty knots. The ship's hull scraped a large amount of ice from the iceberg. Several ice fragments at least half the size of a man smashed on the deck. The composite steel plate that could withstand gunfire was still damaged.
A considerable groove was made. Fortunately, no one was left on the deck at this time and there were no casualties.
"Really, really passed?"
The young sailor next to Matisse opened his mouth wide. He looked towards the stern of the ship and saw the two icebergs getting farther and farther away from them.
It turned out that when the two icebergs were floating with the current, the distance between the icebergs was gradually increasing. However, this trend was likely to change in the next second. Matisse seized the gap between the icebergs and moved them as quickly as possible.
Passed this dangerous shortcut.
Although collisions still cannot be avoided, Matisse has minimized the loss of the Magana. The gap between the icebergs is just enough to allow the Magana to pass through, as long as the angle at which the Magana just passed is slightly
If there is a deviation, or a stronger sea breeze suddenly blows from the sea surface and affects the movement of the iceberg, it will cause extremely serious consequences.
However, Matisse was born a fisherman, and the sea was like the mother who nurtured him. For many things on the sea, his understanding can no longer be summarized by the word "experience", but "intuition"
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As a captain deeply trusted by the lords and veteran crew members, Matisse relied on his intuition that had been reflected in his mind for decades, saw through the conditions of glaciers and ocean currents, and also knew the performance of the ship itself well before he made the move.
Such risky instructions.
The old crew members were accustomed to Matisse's operation, while the new crew members were in awe of it.
"Hey! Don't be stunned, adjust the speed to twenty knots, and move fast!"
Matisse himself didn't feel much at all. Successfully passing the big hurdle in front of him did make him feel at ease a lot, but it's just not the time to relax yet.
After all, there were at least dozens of icebergs of different sizes lying in front of them, and the dark clouds above their heads were still getting thicker. As long as the people on the ship relaxed a little, they might be in danger.
"yes!!"
The crew members followed Matisse's orders and speeded up the work at hand as much as possible without daring to slack off in the slightest.
Rumble!
After the Magana sailed through the ice floes, the thunderclouds in the sky finally reached their peak. Matisse looked at the weathervane at the door and immediately shouted into the microphone: "Maximum speed! Cut the mast."
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Although the Magana is a magic power ship, in order to save magic cores, it did not abandon the sails in order to use the wind to sail. However, when the wind goes against the wind, the open sails will become an obstacle. At this time, the wind direction has changed, if
If the rope on the mast is not cut off and the sail is retracted, the movement of the ship will be affected. At this critical moment, any more errors will be terrible.
boom!!
Dimo, the old sailor who first discovered the underwater monster, ran to the mast with a machete and cut off the sail. A blue arc as thick as a column in the dark clouds came down like someone was venting his anger.
mortal world.
Old Dimo, who failed to return to the cabin, immediately felt as if his body had been penetrated by thousands of steel needles. He fell headlong onto the deck before he could even scream.
"Ugh!"
Matisse and other crew members who were indoors also felt an obvious electric shock. At the same time, the surrounding metal objects seemed to have magic power, pulling people's bodies towards them.
"Terminate... the power furnace!"
This was the last instruction given by Matisse before he completely lost consciousness. He didn't know if anyone could carry it out after the entire ship was attacked by lightning.
And for everything that follows, people can only leave it to fate...