Chapter 475 Discovery

Darkness is the only color at the bottom of the trench. Under the illumination of searchlights, even the bottom mud is pitch black.

It looks very big below, and there are no walls around. Looking around, there is only a barren area, and I don't know where the boundary of this place is.

Seeing such a scene, the hearts of all the crew members couldn't help but they touched their guns and relics, even though they knew that in this situation, these things would not be of much use.

Charles on the deck turned his head and glanced at Anna beside him. At this time, she had closed her basketball-sized eyes again, and a dozen fingers were trembling like an electric shock.

"How is it? Is there any problem?" Charles reached out and patted her tentacles lightly.

"Don't move me! Find your things quickly! If you find it, go away!"

It seemed that the closer to the bottom of the sea, the more serious the insanity would be. In order to prevent others from going crazy, Anna was concentrating on her actions.

"The captain... the sonar... didn't find the... key... what should we do next?" the first officer poked his head out of the cockpit and said.

"Keep moving forward and drive at the maximum speed. This place is not safe. The sooner we find the key, the faster we can leave here."

Following Charles' words, the Narwhal's propeller started to spin rapidly. The whole ship creaked and creaked from time to time, and the crew members who heard it were terrified.

Fortunately, the performance of No. 3 Steel is very good, and there is currently no water leakage.

Charles walked back into the cockpit, staring at the scattered sonar waves on the dashboard, the keys hundreds of meters long, as long as they were really nearby, they would definitely be able to detect them.

Not long after, a bright spot suddenly appeared on the sonar screen.

Seeing this scene, Charles' heartbeat started to speed up involuntarily.

Under his excited mood, the Narwhal quickly turned and moved towards that side. Soon, what the sonar detected was exposed under the searchlight.

Immediately afterwards, Charles showed a hint of disappointment on his face. A black submarine covered with sea mud was inserted obliquely on the ground. Judging from its current situation, the inside of the submarine had been filled with sea water.

"How many submarines did the Pope send down? This is the first—" Charles stopped suddenly when he thought of this, and raised his head to look up.

"Captain, what's the matter?" Di Pu, who was at the helm, asked in surprise, the situation of his own captain seemed a little strange.

After a while, Charles lowered his head and shook his head, and said evenly: "It's nothing, keep going, we don't have time to waste time here."

After seeing that the bosun didn't look at his own, Charles's face showed a trace of ugly.

"Something is wrong. That thing is here again. What is it that has been staring at me?? A monster in the water? It doesn't directly attack the Narwhal, what is it spying on?"

The Narwhal continued to move forward, and the sonar found something from time to time. There seemed to be quite a lot of things in the trench.

But what was found was either a submarine or some unknown giant bones, and there was no sign of the key that Charles wanted.

"Where is the key? It should be easy to find such a big thing. Can it be hidden in such a wide place?"

Charles stared at the glass window, his mind kept turning.

Soon, another dusty skeleton appeared on the bow. This bone looked like a rib of a giant, and this bone was directly buckled in the sea mud.

The same sigh sounded in the cabin at the same time, and they also wanted to find the key as soon as possible and go home early.

Just when Dipper was about to turn the rudder to put the ship back on course, a steel arm stretched out and stopped him directly.

Dipper looked at Charles in surprise. "Captain, what's the matter? It's just some bones, nothing there."

"I know, don't turn around, drive towards the edge of those bones." Charles seemed to have discovered something.

As the Narwhal slowly approached, not only Charles discovered the abnormality, but other crew members also discovered something was wrong.

"Look, is there a person standing under that bone?"

"Well, it's a bit like it, what is it reaching for??"

"The sea people??"

All the crew members looked out of the glass, and saw a dusty figure standing under the huge skeleton, motionless with its arms raised.

"Pull the whistle and see where the other party is coming from." Charles said.

One long and two short sirens sounded quickly, and Charles was sure the thing could definitely hear it, but it remained motionless,

Charles, who frowned, thought about it and walked out of the cockpit. "Second mate at the helm, second steward, bosun, first mate, first mate, second mate, third mate, come with me!"

No matter what he is, at least he is a person, as long as he is a person, he may be able to communicate.

Hearing this, everyone stopped talking, and those who were called quickly followed.

Soon the door of the decompression chamber opened again, and seven crew members in heavy diving suits walked out.

As soon as they landed, their thighs fell directly into the soft sea mud, and it was uncomfortable to step on.

Soon, Charles approached the human-shaped thing. He didn't feel it in the cabin before, but when he came to it, he realized that the guy covered in mud and dust was at least three meters tall.

As the distance got closer, Charles felt that this person looked familiar. "This looks like..."

Charles, who was planning to use his tentacles first, suddenly stepped forward, grabbed the guy's body with both hands, and quickly climbed to the top of him.

When he wiped away the sea mud on the man's face with his hands and saw the appearance below, Charles' face showed a trace of sarcasm. "It turned out to be this guy."

This thing is not someone but a stone sculpture of the Pope. It looks like he has no wrinkles at all. This stone sculpture should have come down with those submarines decades ago.

The stone carving was severely damaged, with cracks all over its body, and something on its right hand was cut off in half, and it looked like it had been completely abandoned long ago.

Charles patted his face with his hands, but he actually patted the head of the stone sculpture directly.

"It's so brittle, it's useless, it's probably already scrapped."

Charles, standing on the shoulder of the stone sculpture, turned around and signaled to the crew below with his hands.

However, at this moment, Charles saw the expressions of extreme horror on the faces of the crew members hidden under the huge helmets.

They didn't have time to do anything, they just subconsciously pointed their fingers at the back of Charles

Before Charles could turn his head and wait for what he looked like, there was a loud bang, and he flew straight out.

In the next second, the scene in front of the helmet was replaced by a hideous mouth, and something swallowed him.