Chapter 388 Fate (Gageng)

"Pope, can you do so much?" Charles asked.

"God of Light, keep up as much as you can! I don't know how long the breath can last." The Pope floated up after speaking.

The tentacles started to move, and they quickly surrounded him, but as the golden light in the pope's eyes flashed and faded, they quickly disappeared.

"Follow quickly, don't fall behind!"

The spiral staircase is easy to go down, but difficult to go up.

Coupled with the scorching hot environment, after a while, the crew members seemed to be fished out of the water.

But even so, they didn't dare to stay in the slightest, and rushed forward frantically.

Not for anything else, just because the tentacles below have grown back.

"Bandages! Hold on!" Charles yanked hard on the first officer who walked to the back, and he walked the slowest when he was not in a state.

The first mate, covered in bandages, covered his head with one hand, looking very painful. "I... I seem to have been here..."

"Come here, don't think about these useless things at this time, run quickly!!"

"No...I have to remember...I feel that thing is...very important to me..."

Charles gritted his teeth and helped him climb up quickly.

Charles thought they would reach the elevator safely according to the plan, but the plan never kept up with the changes.

"Crack~!" A translucent tentacle twisted and protruded from the wall, stretching towards Charles' back.

The aura from the Pope appeared again, but this time, the tentacle did not disappear. Instead, it paused for a while, turned around, and slapped a bald head suddenly, and the believer of the Light God Sect disappeared in place in an instant.

Charles felt a little uneasy, the pope's breath was becoming less and less effective.

"Shua~!" A tentacle swept towards Charles' calf.

Charles jumped with all his strength. Although he dodged, the mice under him were not so lucky, and most of them disappeared directly.

"Captain! Save—" Ergus, the kitchen helper with a frightened face, disappeared in front of Charles just as he was halfway through his words.

"Is there anything else you can do? If there is no other way, we will all stay here!" The pope's wrinkled face was full of anxiety.

What can Charles do at this time, this kind of tentacles will not eat any attack, let alone him, no one can do anything in this situation.

"Could it be that I really can't get out today? I shouldn't! The future me has already escaped!"

The tentacles in all directions were getting closer and closer, and Charles and the others were completely deadlocked.

Seeing the tentacles in all directions getting closer and closer, Bandage suddenly put his hands on his head and shouted frantically: "I...I remember! I remember!!"

Under everyone's gaze, he rushed behind Charles, put three fingers in his mouth and bit hard, and he gnawed off the three fingers directly.

"Bandages! What are you doing?"

"Captain!! Don't move! You must not move!! You are the key to our escape!"

After the bandage finished speaking, he raised his bleeding severed finger and began to draw frantically at the shadow under Charles.

Stairs, walls, Linda's body, wherever Charles' shadow is projected, the bandaged severed finger is drawn, and he is still crazily murmuring indistinct whispers while drawing.

The blood quickly formed some kind of strange arc-shaped characters, which was completely different from any previous Fortan rituals.

The crew seemed to understand that their first mate was trying to save themselves, and they didn't dare to move at all. They stared at the bandages painted and waited anxiously.

They were willing to wait, but the tentacles were unwilling to wait. The tentacles growing from the walls, stairs and out of thin air in all directions instantly turned into a purple lightning and shot at everyone.

"Pfft~!" At this moment, Charles suddenly had all-round vision.

He suddenly saw a lot of things, wriggling tentacles, crew members with fear in their eyes, and a deformed and terrifying monster reflected in the pupils of the crew members.

Charles felt that he was no longer himself. He felt how naive his previous thoughts were. Why did he go to the surface? Why revive Lily? And why do you love Anna so much.

He thought too much at this moment.

But this wonderful feeling only lasted for a short time. When Charles came back to his senses again, he found that most of the surrounding stairs had been destroyed, and the surrounding tentacles had completely disappeared.

The panting people looked at themselves in horror, their sweat-soaked clothes were torn, and they looked very embarrassed.

Charles quickly touched his body with his hands, but was shocked to find that he didn't have any extra organs, he didn't become a monster, and he was still the same Charles.

"Bandage, what did you do? And you were so excited just now, what exactly did you want?" Charles asked the first mate Bandage in surprise.

The bandage didn't answer, and the taciturn man walked up the guardrail with his hand. "It's time... to go... There are a lot of tentacles... They will come back..."

The words "bandage" reminded everyone, and the crew climbed frantically, fearing that the tentacles killed them just now.

Time passed little by little, and when everyone was about to collapse, the door finally appeared in front of them.

"Look, those tentacles are still down there!"

Hearing Feuerbach's words, West poked his head out and looked down. Directly below the pitch-black stairs, purple translucent tentacles loomed.

They seemed to be afraid of something, and did not catch up.

Seeing this scene, West immediately let out a sigh of relief, "The captain is really amazing, these tentacles must know the pain, but if I—"

Before he could finish speaking, a hand wrapped in bandages pushed him behind his back.

"Ah~!!" West screamed and fell down the stairs. It was quickly wrapped by the tentacles and disappeared.

This scene was unexpected by everyone. They looked at the owner of that arm in astonishment, the first mate of the Narwhal.

The first to question the bandages was Plank, the submissive chef. Facing the death of his friend, this time he was no longer cowardly.

The chef had a flushed face, and his fat hands were tightly clenched into fists. He excitedly asked the bandage: "Why!! Why did you kill him!!"

"This is fate..."

"What bullshit fate!! That is a human life!! We people did not explore Hope Island with your old crew. Our status on the ship is not as high as your old crew, but we are also human!! We also have family members! He How sad my mother would be if she knew he was dead! Have you thought about it?!"

"West...not dead...he will be brought back by 010...to a long time ago...he will experience many things over time...many...many...until..."

While the bandage was talking, he took off the bandage on his face, buckled off the moss on his face, and slowly a strange yet familiar face appeared in front of everyone.

Charles narrowed his pupils slightly and rushed up quickly, holding his bandaged head in his hands and carefully sizing it up.

Although the face of the bandage is still densely engraved with words, the basic outline is getting closer and closer to the face in Charles' mind.

"I said why I always feel that West looks familiar!! So you are him!! The bandage is West!!"

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