The long sword on the waist fell out of the scabbard, and the bright sword clearly reflected this picture—

The Cangser Dragon floating on the sea slowly opened its narrow mouthpart, splitting its upper and lower jaws to nearly 180°.

A large number of barbed tentacles were spewed out from the dark and deep throat as deep as the abyss.

Like a celestial girl scattering flowers, she came towards the Atoka and grabbed everyone on the ship.

The captain who was stunned and laughed strangely was the first to be caught in it, and was caught by the tentacles, and was caught in the open mouth of the snake dragon, and disappeared.

When he disappeared, he still had a strange smile on his face.

The remaining sailors panicked and launched a meaningless counterattack.

Or pull out the blade and cut it towards the tentacles,

Or activate harpoons, artillery, and bombard them.

The blade slashing has no effect on the tentacles. Only the cannon fire can break one or two of them. However, in the next second, more tentacles surge out of the throat of the Cangser Dragon, hunting the sailors on the ship.

Jonson Goode ran all the way, and along the way he saw the tentacles as if they were sane, and they were extremely flexible into the cabin, dragging out the sailors hidden inside like opening a can.

Accompanied by the miserable screams of the sailors, they were thrown into the dark throats of the sea beasts one by one.

Cangsnake,

No,

That thing is definitely not a Cangser Dragon, but a creature that is parasitic on the snakeser Dragon and is even more terrifying and evil.

Jonson Goode looked crazy. At this moment, his brain was occupied by the desire to survive. What kind of ambition for family revival is not worth mentioning in front of strange creatures that wantonly prey on humans.

Just... get there...

Jonson Goode ran and swayed on the bumpy deck, stepped heavily on the ground with his feet, crossed the deck guardrail, and fell towards the lifeboat tied to the side of the hull.

Bang!

The waist and abdomen were as if they were punched hard, and the downward momentum suddenly stopped.

Jonson Good looked down in despair and saw a giant tentacle wrapping around his waist, rolling him backwards.

The roar of artillery, the tragic screams, the crying, the prayer, the creaking of the deck of the ship, and the splash of water.

Amid the noise, the blonde noble man lost weight and fell,
Chapter completed!