Chapter 813: Seven Hundred and Ninety-Fourth Telegraph Pole

The decayed electric poles were slowly pulled out of the water, not only one, but the other electric poles submerged in the water also stood up slowly as the incomplete wires on the electric poles were pulled.

These utility pole monsters are skinny and covered in shriveled, rusty metal. Its limbs were disproportionately long and thin, with arms as long as its legs, ending in huge, bony hands.

Like mummies with barnacles and coral hanging on their bodies, it is obvious that they have been in the water for a long time, and their heads are not just replaced by telephone poles.

During the period of hundreds of utility poles, there were also some decayed loudspeakers with patina and some chimneys here and there.

These mysterious humanoid creatures stood motionless, surrounded by the Hope Island naval fleet, and a disturbing gray mist gradually rose on the icy water.

With a slight sinking on Charles' shoulders, Winky had come to the deck, "What are these? Dad, are you going to send them all back now?"

Charles glanced at the deserted construction site in the distance, and stopped when he was about to speak. Before the danger did not appear, he was very nervous, but now that these monsters with pole heads have appeared, he is much calmer.

The scariest thing about Earthsea is always the unknown, no matter whether these things are the ghosts of the British Isles or other things in the water, as long as they are real, they are not a threat, especially when there are themselves and Shining on the boat.

Charles glanced at them, and gently raised one hand, "Let them catch the dig! I'm standing here, and I want to see what these things are going to do."

The governor himself came down, and the rest of the ship followed suit immediately.

As the round mines were dropped into the water, the muzzles of the black lacquered guns were turned towards these utility poles, and mechanical roars sounded again in the deserted British Isle headquarters.

The telegraph poles in the dark contrasted sharply with the marines under the searchlights, and the darkness and the light corresponded to each other.

This confrontation lasted for about half an hour, when suddenly there was a loud noise in the air, and gradually some words with meaning began to appear in the noise. "Fifteen. Deleted. Not set. Tariff. Seven."

Taking over the telescope at the side, Charles looked into the darkness with one eye, and his night vision ability allowed him to clearly see those slightly shaking loudspeakers. These unintelligible voices came from there.

"Winky, stimulate them." Charles said to them.

Hearing this, Shining's body sitting on Charles' shoulders swelled up suddenly, and the swollen tentacles covered with liquid eyeballs instantly appeared above the fleet.

At the moment when Shining revealed its original shape, these human-shaped monsters on telephone poles began to shake, shaking neatly like the growing grass in the sea.

But Shining's presence didn't only affect them. The moment she appeared, everyone on the boat showed painful expressions, and some even knelt on the ground with their heads in their hands and roared loudly to vent their fear.

Charles looked up and looked at his daughter, "Can you have less influence on other people? Where did you help?"

Shining in mid-air dissipated like an afterimage, and the humanoid Shining walked out from behind Charles with an innocent face, "It's beyond my control, they are too weak, I still haven't done anything."

Charles sighed slightly in his heart. As Shining's strength continued to increase, ordinary humans could no longer approach her body range.

"Dad, why don't I send you back first, and after I clean up these things, I'll bring you back again?"

Just as Charles was thinking about this question, the surrounding telephone poles suddenly moved, and accompanied by the unclear phrases from the rusty loudspeaker, they charged towards the Hope Island Navy.

"Boom, boom, boom!!!" The flames kept coming and going from the muzzle, and the new weapons on the fleet began to show their powerful firepower.

Huge water jets soared into the sky row by row, submerging these monsters, and the sound of falling waves also blocked those unclear phrases.

The gunfire sounded for nearly three minutes and finally stopped. When the boiling sea water was slowly cooled by the shells, Charles found that those things had disappeared.

"Bandages, how long will it take for the engineering team? These things shouldn't be so easy to deal with. They will come again." Charles, frowning, shouted to the first officer behind the glass.

The bandage standing in the cockpit of the fleet picked up the black walkie-talkie and quickly asked a few times, and Bihua tried his best to search for it, which would take 3 hours of semaphore.

Charles frowned and looked at the dark sea in front of him, wondering what those things were. "The dead souls of the British Isles? It shouldn't be, weren't they sacrificed by Swann to the revelers?"

Before Charles could figure out the problem, suddenly the whole ship began to tilt slowly, and something pushed the whole ship up! !

"These guys are not over yet!!" Charles took two quick steps and kicked hard on the edge of the boat, stepping on the hull and rushing down.

Charles, who was hanging upside down in mid-air, quickly saw what was below. It was a huge sunken ship, and it used its own chimney and cockpit to push up the ship.

But this is obviously not an ordinary shipwreck. There has never been a ship with densely packed eyes, various flesh and blood organs bursting out of the rusty hull, and dark purple blood vessels like veins covering the whole body.

When Charles saw that thing, it also saw Charles, the water dripping from the hull of the ship, and the muzzle covered by the flesh wall pointed at him.

With a "boom", a mixture of flesh and machinery flew towards Charles with a whistling sound.

The speed of the shell was extremely fast, and by the time Charles realized it, he had already seen a half-melted human face on the mass.

"Shua~!" Charles' body disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the strange shipwreck.

Charles bent down quickly, pressed his hands against the body, and with a crackling sound, bright arcs illuminated the entire nearby sea surface.

The sea water began to boil gradually, and the pungent burnt smell gradually permeated. Under such a powerful electric power, the flesh and blood on the ship was gradually scorching.

Finally it couldn't hold on any longer, and the sound of metal creaking sounded from above, and the giant steel ship above pressed it into the water again.

When Charles, who was soaked all over his body, returned to the deck, he found that the surrounding area had become a battlefield, and all kinds of flesh and blood creatures spliced ​​with the machinery were constantly rushing towards them.

The entire dead British Isle seemed to have come alive at this moment, and they frantically attacked Charles.