Constructing-Style Wizard
Chapter 394 - 394: 140. Chicken Theft Plan_3

Chapter 394: 140. Chicken Theft Plan_3

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He executed the “Bone Spirit Flight Technique” in mid-air, transforming into a white skull. After a single turn, the shockwave from the explosion was offset.

Upon looking at the exploration ship, it was a scene of total wreckage.

The ship hull was broken, the deck smashed. A thick black smoke billowed from the broken part of the ship towards the dark night sky. Sea water churned into the wrecked cabins, and the sea surface nearby was full of metal debris.

Noland Lee quickly scanned around and saw Derek Davis and others who had been blown away by the shockwave.

Armor-clad like gray bears, these transformed Golden Merchant’s Sword wielders had grown alchemy flying wings that emitted jets of air. After being thrown into the seawater by the shockwave, they swiftly used the alchemy flying wings to leave the sea surface, suspending in mid-air at a height of ten or so meters.

Miss Esme Smith was much more composed. Her alchemy weaponry was a streamlined underwater armor in dark blue. Right when the explosion occurred, a thick water membrane appeared on her armor, blocking all the shockwaves.

She adjusted her stance in mid-air, with two streams of water jetting out under her feet, stopping the falling body. She stood on the sea surface helped by the water pillars.

Noland Lee cast a deconstruction spell, took a look at the system message, and got peace of mind.

The explosion just now did not pollute anyone.

“Gather around me, ladies and gentlemen. I have a spare lifeboat here.” Miss Esme Smith grabbed a large handful of orbs from the alchemy stone and tossed them toward the sea below.

“Be careful, Madam! The alien space pollution hasn’t left yet!”

Derek Davis raised the multi-barreled alchemy machine gun and shot a dense array of energy bullets toward the shadow quickly swimming under the water.

The other Golden Merchant’s Swords also noticed the shadow under the water. Despite the black seawater concealing the black appearance of the opponent, just by looking at it, they could feel its filthy aura, and wouldn’t mistake the target.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang…”

With the barrage of gunfire following the submerged shadow, it moved towards the lifeboat that Miss Esme Smith had let out.

The effect of the energy bullets was minimal and did not hinder the submerged shadow’s attack.

It shot out of the water with a swish, revealing its thin, bubbly body in the air.

This was something that Noland Lee was all too familiar with: the black tentacles that hooked onto the Dusk Giants’ skull in the “Twilight Dream”.

But the black tentacle in front of him was far from being as large as that in the “Twilight Dream”. The length of the tentacle sticking out of water was about 20 meters, thinner at the top and thicker at bottom, with the widest part being about a meter wide.

The blisters on the surface of the tentacle were constantly wriggling, like octopus suckers, and like tightly closed eyes.

They were densely distributed on the black tentacle, and large amounts of black contaminated water were squirting from the gaps in the blisters.

Miss Esme Smith, after all, was not an alchemist focused on combat. Facing the incoming black contaminated water, she could only activate the alchemy array on her alchemy armor and summon a wall-like water curtain to stop the attack, unable to respond with a counter attack.

As the water curtain contacted the contaminated water, it was like water droplets falling onto a hot iron plate, spurting out black steam.

Seeing the water curtain decrease rapidly, Miss Esme Smith’s face went white, a far cry from the calm composure of the Golden Merchant’s Swords.

“Fly away quick, Madam! Don’t force yourself!” Witnessing Miss Esme Smith frozen in place, Derek Davis quickly warned.

The rest of the Golden Merchant’s Swords started firing.

Fierce energy bullets burst into sparks and electric light on the black tentacle.

The black tentacle, although not showing visible injury, writhed as if in pain, and its squirting of the black contaminated water was forcibly interrupted.

“Move, Madam!” Derek Davis urged again.

Miss Esme Smith snapped out of it, bit her lips, leaned her body backward, and the water pillars under her feet abruptly became several times thicker.

She was carried away from her position by the pushing water stream, narrowly escaping the spray range of the black contaminated water.

As soon as she withdrew, the lifeboat on the sea surface lost its shield.

Large amounts of black contaminated water fell on it and the lifeboat was quickly corroded as it steamed and sizzled. Soon, it sank into the sea with its damaged hull.

The black tentacle twisted for a moment, stopped squirting black contaminated water and withdrew to the sea below, transforming into a venomous serpent lurking in the water.

Derek Davis shot out energy bullets, suppressing the shadow under the water, and shouted at the same time:

“Ascend! Retreat in the direction away from the fog! This thing can’t be away from the ritual scope for too long!”

Upon hearing this, everyone flew toward the north.

The length of the tentacle was likely limited and couldn’t reach the humans who had ascended to heights of more than fifty meters.

Seeing that it could not prevent the humans from leaving, it withdrew to the water below the fog, becoming a lurking poison snake in the water.

With the departure of the black tentacle, the dirty feeling that had been lingering in their minds dissipated.

After flying north for about three kilometers, they finally landed on the second lifeboat that Miss Esme Smith had released.

Noland Lee squinted up into the sky, conducting soul perception with Denise Green, while looking at the sea fog that covered the sky and obscured the heavens.

The height of the Lost Sea Fog couldn’t be estimated. It blocked the night sky of the Region No.117.

The appearance of this sea fog was indeed timely. It contained the gap in alien space which should have been spread out, limiting it to the sky above Region No.117.

According to Denise Green, during this brief period of time, the wizards on the Star Filtering Net were already working to close the gap in alien space.

Noland Lee did not know the specifics surrounding the closing process, but from Denise Green’s relaxed tone, it sounded like a rather straightforward task.

“By the time the fleet from Alchemy Cathedral meets you, the gap in alien space would have been closed,” Denise Green elaborated.