The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 745: One Hundred Waves (Additional)

When Roland was about to pull Shandel up little by little.

He saw the swaying girl pulling a dagger from her waist and trying to cut off her own wrist by pulling the blade repeatedly.

"Xin-der-el--!"

Shandel couldn't hear clearly.

He just raised his head and smiled at Roland.

“…I’m going to give you a good beating when I get back.”

"You're rewarding her, right?"

"Shut up."

Roland took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and calculated the distance among the messy lines:

If he exerted too much force or missed a few points... either Shandel would be thrown into the wave on the other side, or he would be swung and hit on the wooden board - that would be too stupid.

He pulled it upwards, interrupting the girl who was about to attack his arm, and signaled her to get ready.

It started with a small shake, and then gradually got bigger.

at last.

Throw it upwards suddenly!

Bang.

Roland couldn't hear clearly.

But only for a few seconds.

A gray seaweed head popped out from above.

"Go back! Find Fernandez!"

The deck was almost vertical.

Roland tried to move his throat and use his secret organs to guide and manipulate the water flow - but in a storm and waves of this magnitude, that weak force was of no use.

This is a natural disaster.

Water kept hitting his face, making his vision turn pale.

Salt water filled his lungs.

The sailboat in danger was about to fall into the whirlpool and be crushed into pieces in the sand like the pocket watch...

Soon, he would choke to death.

"What is that?"

On the inside of the vortex wall, spots of phosphorescence form a string of fireflies in the water.

"Maybe a group of swimming Enids."

Roland spat out a mouthful of salt water and tentatively shouted:

"Helena!"

As soon as the words fell.

A head suddenly popped out from the turbulent water, raised its arms, and looked delighted: "Jiao Pei?"

Roland: ...

The mermaid, who wanted to win the first prize, swam very fast, surpassing her mother and sisters in a few seconds, and chased Roland who was hanging on the side.

"All of you! Will! Die! Now!"

She was in high spirits, and her tail whipped out handfuls of water.

"Die! Come to me! Together!"

This terrible disaster was like an insignificant sneeze in front of the sirens - they even enjoyed this rare happiness, spinning and weaving in the whirlpool and bobbing in the waves.

Roland remembered what Shandel had said...

"Chapter 27 of the Inquisition Alien Atlas: About the Siren."

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Thank you, wings.

"What did you call me?"

"How about I call you the piss bucket?"

-

Don't be so disgusting.

"Someone wants to be called that, right? Shandel?"

-

I shouldn't have talked to you at such a dangerous time.

"Who! Started! First!"

"Helena! Help?"

Roland fanned away the dancing flames in front of him and shouted into the whirlpool at the top of his voice:

“Help us!”

The siren swung its tail vigorously a few times and moved closer to the capsized sailboat.

She heard the creaking of the hull and was even happier.

"Quick! Die!"

Roland loosened his arms and moved his upper body closer to her: "Helena, at least not today - do you have any way to help us?"

Perhaps it was a certain word in the remark that did the trick.

After a wave ends...

Helena's expression suddenly became strange.

Like a wax figure that can melt in cold water, it quickly crosses from one end of human nature to the other end of inhumanity.

Her pupils were crawling with starfish infested with nematodes, and her voice seeped out of Roland's ear canal.

Just as she had been talking to him at the port.

"trade…"

The siren let out an even shriller inhuman laugh and waltzed in the waves.

"elder sister!"

As she sang, her eye sockets grew deeper, and the phosphorescence on her body seemed like some tangible, sticky substance clinging to Roland's skin.

A burning sensation caused the heart to contract violently.

"I want it! More... sis!"

Her slippery hands grasped Roland's ankles, and wetness instantly spread throughout his body.

"More sisters! More! Sisters!"

"More! Mother!"

"More! More! More! More more more more more!!"

She screamed, her throat making an increasingly tighter buzzing sound.

"make a deal."

Roland glanced sideways at the white ship frame that was about to be smashed apart by the waves, and in the rings of flames, he quickly held Helena's hand.

"Let us live, I will give you more mothers, sisters and elder sisters... Do you like grandmothers? Or aunts or something like that..."

"If I were you I wouldn't joke around like that."

The siren didn't care. She smiled with shark teeth, and the corners of her mouth formed unusually wide arcs like her eyes.

Then, she tore off a cat-eye-colored scale from her lower abdomen and placed it in Roland's hand.

Pointed to his mouth.

"One. Trade. For. One. Hundred. Waves."

"Swallow...promise..."

She licked the mucus on her palm and waited for Roland to make a choice.

The scales were quite salty.

Like an oyster shell that had been frozen for a long time, it immediately broke into ice chips of varying sizes when it met saliva. The round and sharp particles passed across the root of his tongue one by one, rolling all the way into his throat with a sharp smile.

A strong smell of blood.

A drop of golden blood fell into the sea.

Before the sound fades away, the sirens swarm in!

They blamed Helena, accusing her of trying to have it all to herself and getting nothing in the end.

Helena pointed at Roland and told them the content of the transaction.

The sirens all looked over.

It was a scene that would send shudders down the spine of anyone accustomed to the strange rituals of sleeping.

Roland just felt that they were a little...

cute?

The Sirens began to sing.

The salty sea breeze was still.

The intermittent tremolo rolled like pearls over the ivory and obsidian keys. The notes that squirmed, contracted, and expanded turned into honey-colored mucus that penetrated through the pores and into the blood vessels.

Every living creature can taste them: the burning pain of sulfur from deep-sea hydrothermal vents, and the silky softness of seawater at the end.

The breathy sound during the falling tone and the stinging sound during the rising tone caused Roland to begin to hallucinate:

Man is a fish.

The gentle flowing air is the ocean.

They grew fins and gills. When they learned how to use the sphere behind the membrane to find their way in the turbid liquid, webbed membranes had formed between each fingertip - come to my arms.

Come to my arms and sing.

Along with the main theme.

The huge wave seemed to be dug into the flesh by an invisible huge barb, and was pulled by it to fill the vortex that was rapidly rolling inward: the creaking sailboat that was about to tilt to 90 degrees was firmly held by a torrent and pushed to the other end, pushing...

The ship gradually straightened.

The thunder and the storm continued.

Roland felt himself being pulled forward, and the sticky air current behind his body pulled his legs backwards. The pain in different directions at both ends made him realize that he and the old ship that was about to be broken were being pushed forward by the ocean current at a rapid speed!

No other sailboat could match that speed. Even a thunderstorm could only emit an explosive sound as a vent for the loss of its prey:

In the blink of an eye, they were away from the trap. The whirlpool that swallowed up pirates last century now only swallowed up the cheerful and laughing songs of a group of sirens.

Roland hung over the edge of the boat and followed him through the thickets of mist.

He heard a call in his ear.

The clean horizon leaves a salt line in the pupil.

Dawn is approaching.

They are safe.