The brilliantly colored, almost demonic serpent slowly emerged from the rock layers above, descending toward British Island, now caught in a raging storm.
Bandage didn't know what this was, but with a body stretching for hundreds of kilometers, as big as two islands, this thing was no ordinary foe.
"Plop, plop." The strange noises behind made Bandage spin around quickly. The sailors who should have been standing on deck had vanished, replaced by a few infants.
These infants, wrapped inside navy uniforms, were clearly not yet fully formed—their bodies a bright red, seeming almost skinless, and their facial features barely developed.
With eyelidless eyes weeping blood, their cracked mouths opened wide in silent screams, sending out wails that sounded like ghosts crying.
Suddenly, the hatch at the side flung open and several white-haired elders tumbled out. Judging from their clothes, they were obviously the chef and assistant chef from the kitchen.
