Charles looked up suddenly, but found that there was not an enemy above, but his navigator Tuba.

Tuba, who was holding a bloody hole in his right hand, was crying loudly, and bubbles kept spitting out of his mouth.

"How did this madman come out? Aren't he afraid of the strong pressure in the water?"

Charles grabbed the lunatic's collar and rushed towards the submarine gate.

Soon, the space given out by the sea water in the decompression chamber was instantly filled with Tubana's confident cry.

"Ahhhhh!! My hands! My hands hurt so much!"

"It's bleeding!! Give me a bandaid!!"

"O my God!! Save me!"

"Okay!! Stop shouting!" Charles pulled out the black blade from his hand in a furious manner. "How are you going to go down? Don't you know the danger outside?"

Tuba looked aggrieved, and at this moment, it seemed that she had forgotten the pain in her hands again. She said in awkwardly: "I saw you want to open the box of 079, of course I want to stop you, it has a bad temper."

"079?There are also relics held on the main island in that box??"

"Yeah." Tuba nodded heavily, "You can't mess with it, it's very dangerous. As a result, I help you, you actually fuck me! Humph!"

Looking at Tuba in front of him, Charles's mind quickly passed a few seconds later and said to him: "Can you communicate with the 079 you said?"

"Well! We are good friends, but I actually have a lot of chats with most projects."

"Very good!" Charles pushed open the door of the pressure relief chamber and shouted to the outside: "Linda, help Tuba bandage the wound."

The ship doctor quickly stopped the bleeding from Tuba. The old man with a sad face was about to walk to his dormitory, but Charles blocked his way.

With his confused look on his face, the heavy diving helmet was directly put on his head.

"Tuba, do me a favor and ask where it is 319? Since it has been here, it should be aware of everything here. As long as you can complete this task, I will tell you how many stories you want."

Since Tuba said he knew this relic, let him get information from the relic. Anyway, there is no good solution now, and this method may be really useful.

Soon Tuba was sent back to the sea. He stood at the bottom of the sea and gestured in the direction of the periscope with an angry gesture, and walked towards the rusty safe with his head hanging down.

He looked back at the submarine, raised his foot and kicked the rust box, but the box did not respond at all.

Tuba seemed angry, lowered her head and looked around, picked up a stone and threw it into the box, but there was no reaction inside.

Finally, he simply walked to the rust box and stuffed his entire head into it. This action made the other crew members feel a little worried about Tuba.

Soon Tuba took some black branches from the box and staggered back.

"Pull him the oxygen tube and pull him up, don't go into the decompression chamber first."

Charles did not forget that Tuba had told him before that 079 was a very dangerous thing, and in such things, being cautious is always a good thing.

Soon Tuba came back, and Charles also saw clearly what he was holding, which was a broken umbrella. A black broken umbrella with only umbrella bones left without even the surface of the umbrella.

Tuba took off his diving helmet and sat on the ground crying like a child.

Charles felt something was wrong now. Although Tuba was a madman, he was so crazy that he could not react like this. No matter what the situation was, he should not react like this.

At this moment, the door of the pressure relief chamber opened a thin slit, Feuerbach asked carefully: "Man, what's wrong? I was crying so sadly?"

"079 is dead, it is dead!! Woo woo woo ~"

Hearing this, Charles pushed open the door and walked in. He picked up the thing from Tuba's hand and found that it was an ordinary umbrella without an umbrella.

"Are you sure it's 079? Didn't admit your mistake?" Charles asked in confusion.

Tuba said while wiping her tears: I can't admit my mistake, 079 is dead, someone stole its heart."

"Can the relics die?" Charles has also been at sea for so many years, and this is the first time he has seen this statement.

Generally speaking, no matter how side effects a relic is, it is at most abandoned and no one can destroy the relic.

Charles doesn't care what the answer is for this question. He only knows that 079 is dead, and he is also broken if he wants to find the clues of 319.

"Wait, 319 won't be dead too, right?"

If 319 really can't be found, then the things that were engraved in his subconscious will never be taken out again. Thinking of this possibility, Charles's heart suddenly sank.

But this is not the time when Charles grabbed Tuba with his hand, lifted him out of the diving suit, and jumped in directly. "Everyone takes his place, the salvage mission continues!! All move!!"

The captain ordered that the crew immediately began to act, and they continued to search for the 319 they had never seen before.

The Narwhal slowly drove forward, and the cave was extremely spaced. It took nearly two hours to drive but it didn't reach the edge.

The flat terrain on the ground began to change, and it became steeper and steeper. Just when the steep angle was 30, Charles found another relics.

This is a one-handed glove held in the same safe. This time, Tuba did not need to be identified. He also knew that this thing was dead, and the gloves were almost completely turned into strips of cloth and turned black all over.

Frowning Charles left it and continued to search forward.

There is no danger at the moment, but he is not happy at all. Compared to the danger of life in crisis, he is more careful that this time he has no gains in his voyage.

"What's wrong. The hole is straight up and down, whether it's 079 or the previous glove relics, if they really fell directly from above, it wouldn't be so far away, something was moving them."

"Maybe the death of the relics is also caused by them."

Just as Charles was frowning and thinking about these questions, he suddenly looked up and saw a human figure as tall as 4 meters, standing on the Narwhale.

The two are not far apart, and Charles can clearly see the appearance of this thing.

Although it is huge, it is short and fat. It seems that gray-white mucus is secreted all the time. There are seven or eight red pink tentacles on the baby's arms on its limbs. The closer it is to the end, the more transparent it is.

A rusty box was wrapped around its right hand with tentacles, which was the foundation's relic.

"It was all caused by him in the death of the relics? What is he doing now?"

Seeing that his captain did not move, the other sailors immediately noticed the abnormality. They quickly gathered together and kept singing flags at the periscope.

"Can this guy communicate?" Charles took a step forward and was about to say something, but his keen sixth sense made him subconsciously pounce on the side, but it was too late.
Chapter completed!