Chapter 599:

"As long as we are close enough, please analyze her atmosphere so that we can open the masks if necessary." Although Hendricks is young and impulsive, he is an excellent crude scientist and a brave man. And a reliable officer. "When Mr. Corey breathes a sigh of relief for you, please tell him, if he needs me, I will bring a watch below." It is faintly appearing on the TV disk, I hope to rest and prepare to take action when I land. .
The uncomfortable warmth woke me up, and when I glanced at my watch, the explanation was obvious. We have penetrated the outer gas envelope of the world where a continent has recently been born, and Corey is driving El Tak at Lu's speed.
When I entered the cab, the mainland looked up at the surface temperature, and then hurriedly saluted him.
He said: "Sir, we are slowing down." "The atmosphere is thicker than I expected. The air reported by Hendricks is breathable and has a humidity of 100. And, sir, tell me what do you think of Carbet's appearance? ?"
I bend anxiously over the hooded TV disk. The is the center of the field, and the image may be one-third the length of the disk's diameter.
I can't see the tiny bright spots now, but the fat of the ship, the bright metal gleaming, but the wide black or dark green spiral bands that cross or go around the ship are as clear as those drawn there. .
"What is the band, Mr. Curry?" I asked sharply. "Do you have any comments?"
My co-pilot said seriously: "Sir, I have, but I don't want to provide it now." "Look around and look at this ship to see if there is anything interesting. My eyes may be lying to me."
I glanced curiously, then focused on the image on the disk.
It is impossible to clarify any details of the background unless the whole country seems to be fairly level, with large grey water everywhere and messy weeds scattered everywhere.
Then, when I look at it, in my opinion, the position has changed slightly. At the same time, the spiral belt seems to be moving, and there is also movement on the ground around the ship.
I looked up from the disk and felt looking at me. We stared at each other, reluctant to speak, hardly dared to speak. Some things are too scary to express in words.
"You- did you see, sir?" asked Corey finally, his voice barely whispering.
"I don't know. I think I saw something like a snake. Is that what you meant?"
"Yes. It's a bit like a snake. A snake is wrapped around Carbet, helpless...snake..." He gestured helplessly, a little scary in his eyes. I think he convinced himself that he just imagined the snake until I saw the same thing.
"Mr. Corey, you stopped and thought," I asked slowly, "How long does this creature have to wrap itself like a Carbet-sized liner? It's impossible!"
"I know, sir." Corey nodded. "I know. And, I still saw it, and you saw it."
"Yes." I murmured. "I saw it. I, I saw it move!"
We maintained a certain speed so that the surface thermometer was dangerously close to the maximum allowable reading. Although the ship was forced to ventilate, we were dripping with sweat.
After Lu's, unpleasant speed of space travel, the atmospheric velocity is very low, but our conceited scientists have yet to find a way to eliminate friction, so we must do our best.
As the madness slowed down, the images on the TV disc became larger and clearer, which ruthlessly confirmed our initial conclusion.
The said is wrapped in a coil of a powerful snake; a monster whose diameter must be the height of a person, and I can't even guess its length.
The four coils are tightly wound, and now we can see the scary tail of the thing and its head.
I have always been happy to see the details of that terrible head gradually becoming visible: suddenly, looking at it in total relaxation, this sight is likely to threaten anyone's sanity.
The snake’s mouth is lined up in three rows with fang-like teeth, inclined towards the esophagus, and the breathing holes are elevated, forming warty nodules at the end of the upper jaw near the nose. The long, colorless tentacles entangled the terrible mouth: the constantly twisting barbell, as if they were looking for food for their jaw guard. From the top and back of the slightly ruby ​​eyes, to the two slender and graceful tentacles, iridescent and extremely beautiful, it rose twice the height of a man. Like the antennae of a butterfly, they are covered by tiny knobs and move constantly.
The entire head is filled with large dark green plates or scales. And obviously huge. Not far behind the head are two huge reddish-brown fins, and the hard supporting spine seems to end in retractable claws. In water, these fins are undoubtedly of great value in swimming and fighting, but on land, they seem to be useless. In addition to the basic dorsal fin, there are a series of black, stubby spines connected by almost invisible webbing. There is no other external evidence that it originated in the ocean.
"You keep taking action, Mr. Corey," I commented harshly. "I believe this chapter will give us everything you want."
Still staring at the disk, fascinated by the terrible details there, shook his head.
He said: "Sir, this shouldn't be such a fierce battle." "As long as we are far away, the light will make him work fast."
"Yes, and Carbet and all the people on board," I reminded him. "If he has the power that his body can show, he will smash the liner in death pain, otherwise, shake it so violently that the wreckage is mutilated or completely killed. This is a cunning case and impossible. "
"I think, sir, it requires both cunning and possibly," said, looking at the disk soberly. "A person who is cunning will not lose that guy. Do you have any plans?"
"It's just a rough plan; we must continue to develop them. We don't know what we will encounter. We will land within a safe distance, and a small expeditionary force will attack as it sees fit; it may divide itself into two or three. Units. El Tak will be manned by an unmanned crew and is ready to take any necessary actions to protect itself or, if possible, assist any expedition team."
"What weapon, sir?" Corey asked, his eyes gleaming. "I place an order now!"
"That's too early; we will have to wait at least an hour before we can land. But I believe everyone, including officers, should be equipped with a pistol, at least six atomic bombs, and there should be an on-site disintegrating beam device for each party. In other words, each member must have the duties of a staff member; communication can only be done through the members of the council. You can call Mr. Kincaid and Mr. Hendricks, and we will hold a small war committee."
"Yes, sir!" Corey said, picking up the microphone. Kincaid and Hendrix were in the room almost within a minute.
We tried our best to make plans, but these plans are not very clear. Only a few things are certain.
Somehow, we must induce the monster to release control of Carbit. We cannot take any action against the snake until the big liner and her passengers are safe. This is a desperate task; not a business, but a personal business.
"One thing is certain, sir," Corey commented, he took over the visual navigation and further reduced the speed, "You must continue to control this ship. You will be needed-"
"I understand your motives, Mr. Corey," I interrupted, "but I don't agree with you. As Commander Eltak, I will direct the actions of her soldiers. You will be in charge of a landing force. , Another Hendrix. You, Mr. Kincaid, I ask you to continue to be in charge of this ship."
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