Chapter 297: Attacked

Chapter 298
Seeing the sonar screen returning to calmness, everyone in the cockpit was suddenly relieved. No matter what it was just now, it finally disappeared.
No matter what it is in the sea, they don't want to encounter it, especially in such a strange place.
"Turn on the lights and move on." The Narwhal's propeller spun again.
Nothing else was messing up this time, and Charles returned to just above the dark hole.
In fact, this black hole is behind the stairs that Charles explored before. You can see it after turning a turn, but they didn't notice it before.
As the sea water filled the remaining space of the water tank, the submarine slowly sank toward the crater.
Soon, the Narwhal came to the place where Charles’s clothes were torn apart. Charles could even see Room 15 which was filled with sea water. Some scattered things slowly drifted out of it.
The submarine crossed the 15th gate and continued to dive, and from now on formally entered the black hole below.
"Captain, this hole seems to have been dug out by something." Feuerbach reminded him.
Through the glass, Charles also saw the huge claw marks on the surrounding cave walls, which he had not noticed before.
"Your sharks are scattered far away and used as sentry, just in case."
Feuerbach nodded, turned and ran towards the decompression chamber.
Soon, the red sharks wandering around the submarine quickly dispersed and became a loose enclosure.
The sailors also had their periscopes in place at this time, with a hint of fear and curiosity, nervously looking at the scenery inside the lens, guarding against something that the sonar could not detect.
In this depressed atmosphere, the submarine continued to dive in an orderly manner.
While changing his eyes, West took a look at the second-hand pocket watch he bought, only to find that only a few minutes had passed.
"Is it really only so long? How do I feel that half an hour has passed."
Suddenly he saw the chief mate next to him turning around, his eyes under the bandages staring at him, West hurriedly moved his eyes to the periscope and observed intently.
Under everyone’s intense gaze, the submarine reached the bottom of the black hole.
The water quality below looks very bad, even under bright searchlights, it looks abnormally turbid, and the deepest seabed is not very barren as Charles imagined.
The bottom of the black hole is covered with a layer of purple mycelium, they are like a carpet continuously stretching forward, no one knows how far in the darkness.
"If the relics fall down the wall, the 319 in the shape of an ordinary printer should be nearby."
After a quick thought, Charles turned his head and shouted at the sailors behind him: "All sailors go out of the cabin to find their targets, a special thirty or forty centimeter metal box."
"Yes! Captain!"
"Yes, Captain!"
Charles took out Lily from the clothes and threw it into a communication channel next to him. He shouted into it: "Let your mouse get all weapons ready! Just in case!"
The Narwhal began to search for 319. All five sailors put on heavy diving suits and began to search among the purple hyphae.
The buoyancy of the water keeps them from being unable to move, but every step of the movement must use their best.
In most cases, they were dragged away by the Narwhal with an oxygen tube. Fortunately, the oxygen tube took this into consideration and was particularly reinforced.
The sailors are like plows for plowing the land, searching quickly in the fields.
Just as Charles stared nervously at the periscope, he was patted on the shoulder. It was a bandage. He pointed his finger to the sonar screen.
Charles' pupils shrank slightly, and a big spot was quickly approaching here. "Pull the oxygen tube!! Hurry up! Save them quickly!"
Just as Charles said this, the bright spot on the sonar suddenly disappeared. Suspicious, he rubbed his eyes and looked at the sonar and found that it had indeed disappeared.
Without waiting for him to ask questions, but in the next second, the whole ship shook violently, and the bright spot on the sonar was already closely leaning against the Narwhal!
Through the glass in front of him, Charles saw the big, sharp-toothed mouth, which was bigger than the bow of the Narwhal. It has packed the entire ship into one third!
Almost without thinking, Charles shouted at the communication pipe: "Torpedoes launched!!"
The torpedo tube of the Narwhal was just covered by this big mouth, and the two torpedoes went straight into the mouth.
"Bump~" The dim explosion sound from the sea shocked all crew members.
When he looked at the front glass window again, he found that the hideous big mouth just now had disappeared, as if everything before was just a dream.
"Dream? It was not a dream just now!" The frowning Charles moved the searchlight quickly. When he saw a cloud of red blood in the distance, a sneer appeared on his face.
It wasn't a dream just now, it's just that the unknown thing has the ability to teleport.
This attack frightened everyone, everyone panting, and the sailors in the water rushed towards the gate desperately, as if the slower side would be dragged away by the monster.
"Why? That thing is injured, it should not come again, continue, this time I will go out with you! My life is still worth yours? I am not afraid of what you are afraid of??"
Charles in a heavy diving suit led Feuerbach into the sea from the gate and pushed the sailor back.
Charles knew that at this time, if the sailors were not used to demonstrating their horror, these people would definitely not be killed.
Seeing the captain beside him, the hearts of the sailors settled slightly.
Seven crew members led a group of sharks to search for the mycelium.
Perhaps the previous thing was really injured by the torpedo~EbookFREE.me~ There was no abnormality for a long time after that.
On the way back to the ship to replenish their strength and eat lunch, the seven went to sea again.
The exploration in the afternoon was lucky, and soon they made a new discovery. Charles kicked his feet on the mycelium and rushed towards the sailor who kept waving.
Peeling open the mycelium with his hand, although the inside was in dilapidated condition, Charles still saw at a glance that the thing in front of him was a refrigerator-sized, rust-covered safe.
Making a pushback semaphore with his hand, Charles pulled the black blade from his leg and cut it directly.
The sea water couldn't stop the harsh sound of metal rubbing against metal, and the sailors ran farther.
Just as Charles was cutting carefully, a hand fell from the sky and patted directly on his head.
Almost subconsciously, Charles raised the black blade to stab at that hand.
(End of this chapter)