Chapter 299 The Slope

Charles raised his head suddenly, only to find that there was no enemy above him, but his navigator Tuba.

Holding his right hand with a bloody hole, he cried loudly, spitting air bubbles from his mouth.

"How did this lunatic come out? Isn't he afraid of the strong pressure in the water?"

Charles quickly grabbed the lunatic by his collar and rushed towards the submarine gate.

Soon, the space left by the seawater in the decompression chamber was instantly filled with Tuba's confident cries.

"Ahhh!! My hand! My hand hurts so much!"

"Bleeding!! Give me a Band-Aid!!"

"My God!! Help me!"

"Okay!! Stop shouting!" Charles angrily pulled out the black blade from his hand. "How on earth are you going down? Don't you know the danger outside?"

Tuba's face was full of grievances, and he seemed to have forgotten the pain in his hands at this moment. "I saw that you were going to open 079's box, of course I want to stop you, it has a very bad temper."

"079? The box is also a relic held on the main island??"

"Yeah." Tuba nodded heavily, "You can't mess with it, it's very dangerous, and I helped you, but you still fucked me!"

Looking at Tuba in front of him, after a few seconds in his mind, Charles said to him: "Can you communicate with 079?"

"Well! The two of us are good friends. In fact, I have a good chat with most projects."

"Very good!" Charles pushed open the door of the decompression chamber and shouted to the outside: "Linda, help Tuba bandage the wound."

The ship's doctor stopped Tuba's bleeding quickly, and the sad-faced little old man was about to walk to his dormitory, but was stopped by Charles.

In his dazed state, the heavy diving helmet was put directly on his head.

"Tuba, do me a favor and ask it where 319 is? Since it has been here, it should know everything about this area. As long as you can complete this task, I will tell you as many stories as you want. listen."

Since Tuba said he knew the relic, let him extract information from the relic. Anyway, there is no good way now, and this method may be really useful.

Soon Tuba was sent back into the sea. After he stood on the bottom of the sea and frantically gestured in the direction of the periscope, he walked towards the rusty safe with his head down.

He glanced back at the submarine again, raised his foot and kicked the rust box, but there was no response from the box.

Tuba seemed to be angry. He lowered his head and looked around. He picked up a stone and threw it into the box, but there was still no response.

In the end, he simply went to the rust box and stuffed his whole head inside, which made the other crew members feel a little worried for Tuba.

Soon Tuba fished some black branches from the box, and staggered back.

"Pull his oxygen tube to drag him up, everyone don't go into the decompression chamber."

Charles didn't forget that Tuba told him that 079 was very dangerous. In this kind of thing, it is always a good thing to be cautious.

Soon Tuba came back, and Charles also saw clearly what he was holding in his hand, it was a broken umbrella. A broken black umbrella with only the ribs and no cover left.

Tuba took off his diving helmet and sat on the ground crying like a child.

Now Charles felt that something was wrong. Although Tuba was a lunatic, there were traces of his insanity. No matter what the situation, he shouldn't react in this way.

The door of the decompression chamber opened a small crack, and Feuerbach asked cautiously, "Dude, what's wrong? Are you crying so sadly?"

"079 is dead, it's dead!! Woooooo~"

Hearing this, Charles pushed open the door and walked in. He took the thing from Tuba's hand and found that it was an ordinary umbrella without an umbrella.

"Are you sure it's 079? Did you admit your mistake?" Charles asked suspiciously.

Tuba wiped his tears and said: I can't admit my mistake, 079 is dead, someone stole its heart. "

"Will relics also die?" Charles has also stayed at sea for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen this statement.

Under normal circumstances, no matter how great the side effects of the relic are, at most it is discarded, and no one will destroy the relic.

Other Charles doesn't care about the answer to this question, he only knows that 079 is dead, and the clues he needs to find 319 are also broken.

"Wait, isn't 319 dead too?"

If it is true that 319 can't be found, then those things engraved in his subconscious will never be taken out again. Thinking of this possibility, Charles' heart suddenly sinks continuously.

But in this kind of hole, Charles grabbed Tuba with his hand, lifted him out of the diving suit, and jumped in directly. "Everyone is in position, the salvage mission continues!! Everyone move!!"

The captain gave the order, and the crew began to act immediately, and they continued to search for 319 that they had never seen before.

The Narwhal drove forward slowly. There was a huge space under the cave, and it didn't reach the edge after nearly two hours of driving.

The flat terrain on the ground gradually changed, and it became more and more steep. When the steep angle was 30, Charles found another relic.

It was a one-handed glove kept in the same safe. Tuba didn't need to identify it this time. He also knew that this thing was dead too. The glove was almost completely turned into rags, and the whole body was black.

Charles, frowning, left it and continued to look forward.

There is no danger for the time being, but he is not happy at all. Compared with the danger of endangering his life, he is more concerned that this voyage will not yield anything.

"It's not right, the hole is straight up and down, whether it's 079 or the previous glove relic, if they really fell directly from above, they can't be so far away, something is moving them."

"Maybe the relic death is also caused by them."

Just when Charles frowned and thought about these questions, he suddenly felt something and looked up suddenly, only to see a humanoid figure with a height of 4 meters standing on the Narwhal.

The distance between the two is not far, and Charles can clearly see the appearance of this thing.

Although it is huge, it is short and fat. Its body seems to be secreting off-white mucus all the time. There are seven or eight pink tentacles on its limbs, which are the thickness of a baby's arm. The closer to the end, the more transparent it becomes.

On its right hand is a tentacle wrapped around a rusty box, a relic of the Foundation.

"He caused the death of the relic? What is he doing now?"

Seeing their captain standing still, the other sailors immediately noticed the abnormality. They gathered quickly and kept waving warning signs to the periscope.

"Can this guy communicate?" Charles stepped forward and was about to say something, but his keen sixth sense made him subconsciously rush to the side, but it was too late.

A bloody mouth as big as a roof fell from the sky, and with a loud bang, it instantly swallowed the seven divers below into their stomachs.

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