Chapter 457: Seal

Chapter 457: Seal

A clinking noise echoed as the chains retracted, pulling Charles closer to the "fighter plane." Before Charles collided with the empennage, he caught a glimpse of the terror-filled gaze of the pilot whose head looked like an engorged tumor.

Radiant white lightning arcs danced across the "fighter plane," and a thunderous boom echoed as the "fighter plane" exploded, killing the pilot in the cockpit.

The powerful shockwaves sent Charles flying away. He immediately attempted to stabilize himself when a black shadow fleeted past him from behind. It was yet another "fighter plane," and the distance between them was a mere five meters.

The "fighter plane" folded its wings and hurriedly distanced itself from Charles. The pilot seemed afraid of Charles' unknown but powerful ability that the latter had just demonstrated to decimate an entire plane.

The pilot with a strange head had just flown a short distance away when he was stunned to discover that Charles was following closely behind his "fighter plane," which was flying at breakneck speed.

Unbeknownst to the pilot, Charles' invisible tentacles had a range of exactly five meters, and they had already latched on to the "fighter plane's" fuselage, allowing Charles to hitch a ride.

A crackling noise echoed, followed by a thunderous boom as the "fighter plane" met the same horrible end as the previous "fighter plane."

The remaining "fighter planes" seemed to have noticed Charles' threat, and they all turned around, rushing toward Charles to focus all fire on him. The bombardment resulted in Charles losing a few tentacles, but he wasn't panicking at all.

Instead, a hint of excitement suffused his lips. His years of experience meant that he had seen far more bizarre things than these "fighter planes," and his years of experience also meant that he was no longer afraid of the visible and tangible.

Without the constraints of requiring oxygen to breathe, Charles could go all out.

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A clicking sound echoed as Charles' prosthetic middle finger popped out and retracted. The Invisibility Ring slipped on Charles' middle finger, and he rapidly became transparent until he seemed to have melted with the seawater.

In the face of the invisible Charles, the "fighter planes" couldn't retaliate at all. In addition, Bandages and the other crew members began deploying mines in the seawater around them, sealing the fates of the "fighter planes."

A cacophony of explosions rang out incessantly as explosions resembling beautiful fireworks blossomed in the water. However, Charles was astonished to find that the "fighter planes" left no debris, as if they were entities with no physical forms.

Charles wanted to collect a living hostage, but the absence of any debris meant that he couldn't execute his plan at all.

Regardless, the fierce battle continued. Something approached them from the side just then. Charles turned and saw four oncoming drones.

They can see my tentacles? From their attire, it seems like these guys are the remnants of the Foundation. Charles mulled, slightly startled by the revelation.

He had always believed that the Foundation had vanished long ago, but the scene before him had ignited a glimmer of hope within him. Clearly, these people were from the surface, just like him.

Charles emerged from his contemplation and retracted his tentacles. "I'm not a monster. I'm just an ordinary person.

However, the so-called "Captain" wasn't easily convinced. He raised his gun slightly and pointed it at Charles, asking, "What's that thing in your right eye? How about that tattoo on your neck? And why are you giving off an energy response?"

"Don't even think about trying to ambush us by going invisible! Our W-V goggles can see through your little trick!" the Captain exclaimed.

Charles felt like he was naked before the four-eyed goggles of the soldiers as he pondered over his response. While Charles was in the middle of contemplation, a voice accompanied by radio static echoed from the soldiers' walkie-talkie.

"Seal, acknowledge upon receipt. A small gray bird is perched on a utility pole at your six o'clock. Immediate retreat is recommended. Over."

The so-called "Captain" pressed on his walkie-talkie and tilted his head slightly toward the walkie-talkie. "Seal, roger that. Over."

It seemed that the "Captain" of these troops had the moniker "Seal," and he turned to look at Charles. Sweeping his gaze across Charles' group, "Seal" said, "You have two choices: either you immediately leave Island 68, or you'll drop all your weapons and allow us to escort you to the person in charge of us."

The answer couldn't be much easier for Charles. "I choose the second option, but please give me a moment. I need to retrieve something.

Then, Charles turned to Dipp next to him and said, "Boatswain, go up and bring my diary down here. I want to record everything that I'm about to see. The rest of the crew on the ship must stay put on and await my next orders."

Dipp nodded and swam swiftly toward the Narwhale. Soon, he returned with Charles' diary, which was wrapped securely.

Running his hand over the diary, Charles smiled at Seal and said, "Can we go now? I have so many questions I want to ask you."



Cosyjuhye's Thoughts

Author: Oh you want to predict my plot based on whether I name characters? Try harder~

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