Judging from the level of decay on their bodies, these things were once remnants of the British Island, revived here for some unknown reason.
They sank back into the sea amid the sound of cannon fire, but soon, other similar monsters emerged relentlessly.
Explosions, waves, and meaningless noises intertwined at sea, but everything remained under control because Shanshan was sitting at the bow of the ship, bored, reading a book.
Wiping the seawater from his face and flicking it onto the nearby deck, Charles said to Shanshan, "Keep an eye out. If things go beyond normal, send them back first."
Shanshan, buried in her book, nodded slightly, without making any indication.
It seemed that this situation would persist like before, but soon new developments occurred as black, filthy foam started rising constantly from the eastern sea.
