Chapter 479 Ghost

Charles looked at the clumps of white things coming out of the hull, and thought quickly in his mind. "What are these? How do I take them out? They don't look like they'll take physical hits."

But before Charles could figure it out, the things in front of him suddenly roared forward.

The strong wind blew, and Charles flew into the air and hit the wall heavily, and the white ghost directly covered his body.

In the next second, Charles felt dizzy in his brain. He wanted to struggle but couldn't use his strength, and there was an inexplicable feeling of flying in the air.

"呵呵~" Bright arcs kept flashing on Charles' body, but this kind of attack was completely useless against these white ghosts.

Charles' body deformed rapidly, and a huge bat instantly appeared on the spot.

His mouth opened violently. Harsh sound waves began to reverberate rapidly in the narrow cabin. Charles' attack was very effective, and the white souls that were still surrounding Charles disappeared in an instant.

When the sound stopped, he didn't dare to play it again, for fear that the sound would shake the boat to pieces.

Charles fell to the ground with a very painful expression. He is in great pain now, as if torn apart. The attack of the ghost looks very special.

While it looked like Charles desperately needed a break, those guys obviously wouldn't give it a chance.

Seeing that the sound disappeared, those white ghosts got out of the wall again, and their number did not decrease in any way. It seemed that Charles' attack could not hurt him at all.

Charles looked at them coldly, suddenly he took a deep breath, and challenged them loudly: "Come on! Come and kill me!"

The wind howled, and all the ghosts rushed towards Charles directly.

But this was exactly what Charles needed. The moment they started, the transparent tentacles kicked hard on the ground, and Charles bounced directly to the stairs like a rubber ball.

The corridor was above, but Charles had no intention of rushing to the deck, and taking these things out would only harm his crew.

Chased by these white ghosts, Charles reached the decompression chamber as fast as he could.

The valve in the decompression chamber was unscrewed directly, and the powerful water column pushed Charles to the ceiling, and the icy seawater filled the entire decompression chamber in an instant.

In the sea water, his face turned into the same iron blue color as those of the drowned at an extremely fast speed.

The strong water pressure was exerting force on all parts of Charles, and his body was compressed into a circle, but there was no fear in Charles' eyes at this time, because people are immortal here, and the strong pressure of sea water cannot kill him.

At this time, the ghosts had already caught up, and they clung to Charles tightly, and the feeling of hanging the back of his head reappeared. Although I don't know what they are doing, it is definitely not a good thing.

Gritting his teeth, Charles swam out of the hull, enduring the pain all over his body.

When he came out of the hull, the white ghost had covered him completely. From the eyes of the crew on the deck, it was a huge white cocoon.

"Shhhhhhhhh!!" The silk exploded violently, and Charles in the shape of a bat appeared in the sea water.

The offense and defense were reversed in an instant, and Charles chased after those fleeing white figures, opened his ferocious mouth, and kept making piercing sound waves.

Facing these enemies who were about to kill him just now, Charles showed no mercy. He no longer needed to fear that his ship would be damaged by the shock, and Charles's sound waves were maximized.

However, what is very puzzling is that even though Charles worked so hard, those white ghosts did not suffer any damage, not even one of them dissipated.

It seems that the sound waves just make these things uncomfortable, not kill them.

"Boom!!" A torpedo exploded in the ghost, and the crew members were helping their captain, but this attack also didn't work.

Looking at the ghosts chasing around in front of him, Charles thought to himself, "No, it's not an option to go on like this. Anna can only last for a few hours at most, and I have to find a way to lure these things to other places."

Charles quickly thought of a way, that is to follow these things and let the Narwhal explore quickly, anyway, he will not die here.

Charles had planned to do this, but he forgot that these ghosts are intelligent, even if they are crazy.

The fleeing white ghosts suddenly gathered into a ball and rolled into Charles' mouth.

Being directly stuck in his throat by such a large mass, Charles' sonic attack stopped abruptly.

Before Charles stretched out his paws to take out what was stuck in his throat, the scattered ghosts swarmed up and surrounded Charles tightly again.

That suspended feeling reappeared and became stronger and stronger, and soon Charles saw himself floating above his body, his soul was about to leave his body!

As if seeing the hope of success, the white ghosts reveled loudly.

"Lawrence's body is mine! It must be given to me first, this is what he owes me!!"

"Come on! Flesh and blood are a burden! Get rid of them!!"

"As long as you are with us, you will never be able to steal anything from the Pope again!"

The soul Charles saw his body shaking constantly. Although he looked very tough, no amount of toughness would help in this immobile situation. Sooner or later he would become a ghost like them.

Just as the situation became more and more precarious, a female voice stopped the crazy actions of the ghosts.

"Compatriots! Stop your attacks and see what I have in my hand?"

With a sound of "slip", Charles retracted into his body again, his eyes moved down, and found that Linda in the white coat was also floating in the sea at this time.

Due to the lack of oxygen, her bald head also turned blue, but there was no panic on her face. She raised her hands to the palm-sized metal triangles that surrounded Charles's ghost and glowed with white light.

After Linda glanced at Charles, she continued to say to the white ghosts: "My fellow citizens! We were sent by the Pope to find things just like you! We are not enemies!!"

The ghosts stopped, and they slowly approached, carefully identifying the things in Linda's hands.

"It's a token from His Majesty the Pope! This woman has also been blessed. I can see what's in her mind. What she said is true."

"Great, the Pope hasn't forgotten us! He still remembers us! I knew he would never forget his wife."

Some of the ghosts are crazy, but some are still rational.

"Companion, can you tell His Majesty the Pope to pray to the God of Light to take us to the Land of Light? We don't want to stay here anymore, but we can't leave or die."

Linda didn't answer the ghosts' questions. She looked at Charles and said, "Captain, I know you may have many questions, but first of all, now is not the time to think about them. You can look behind you now."

Hearing Linda's words, Charles turned around slowly with his swinging hands. Then he saw a city, a very special city.