The dark energy ball with strong corrosiveness melts Naga's flesh and blood while also corroding the wood on the deck.

A large circular pit appeared, which was only a little smaller than the wound caused by the previous magic crystal cannon.

As the sea water pours in, the waterline of the ship is increasing.

"No! Go down two more people!" The first mate's reaction was second only to Locke. Seeing this, he hurriedly instructed the two crew members to go down for repair.

The scorpion dragon Femo, who did not realize his mistake, shook his big tail and paced around the ship, as if curious about the surrounding sea view.

Using the power of contract, Locke made Femo honest and then began to look at his defeated men.

A spear with a blood groove was inserted into the tail of the fish, and a lot of blood was lost. The four-armed Naga was in a bad condition, with a pale face and no longer returning to the light blue body surface color.

Locke is still a bottom line person. He didn't poison his spear, otherwise this Naga would have fallen down long ago.

With four-armed Naga all over his body, Locke's most valuable thing was the two weapons in his hand.

To be called a weapon, in Locke's view, they are just two unique undersea plants. This orange plant is composed of some of the hardness of steel.

His long sword is mainly made of cold iron, and has been transformed and added by the Holy Tower Magicians many times, and has a certain amount of magic. In this case, it has not been cut down yet, and the value of these two plants needs to be considered.

Put these two plants into the space ring and include them in your collection.

Locke did not rush to kill the four-armed Naga, but turned to look at the horizon, where a black shadow flew over.

When I looked closely, it was the magician of the hat man. Seeing his calm flight speed, I probably had solved the dozens of Nagas that were entangled with him.

Locke guessed that the strength of these Nagas on the deck had a sudden decline and was inseparable from the magician of the hat man.

When the hat-gift man landed on the deck, the battle had reached its end.

Two or three stubborn resistance Naga was exploded one by one by one by the man in the hat and turned into red sand all over the sky.

The crew members who knew what these red sand were were so scared that they quickly left the floor with the red tarantula.

"No," the man in the hat nodded, as if complimenting the crew and Locke's outstanding performance.

The appearance of the scorpion dragon Femo surprised the man in the hat a little, but he did not react much.

"Clean the deck! Come down with me and two people to repair the cabin!" The first mate stood up at this time and shouted.

Fermo had enough trouble, and Locke took it back into the piccolo. The deck was now in a mess. With Fermo's huge physique, Locke was really worried that it would fall down accidentally.

The man from the hat didn't come back empty-handed. He held a blue Naga's head in one hand and a cane with huge pearls inlaid with the other.

What attracted Locke was the pearl cane. I don’t know what it was for, Locke looked at it and felt dizzy.

"Light blue Naga? Not bad. If you cut off its head, you can exchange it for a lot of money on the East Coast." The man in the hat looked at the four-armed Naga on the deck, and there was still a breath of breath. There was no emotional fluctuation in his voice, as if he was looking at a dead object.

"Sir, if you are interested, just take it away. It's useless for me to ask for this Naga's head." Locke said in time.

Money is really not very attractive to him. With his current wealth, he is not short of this amount of money.

The magician under the hat looked slightly moved. A magician like him was not as glorious as he was.

It costs money to do magic experiments, it costs money to buy cultivation potions, and it costs money to learn new magic knowledge.

A penny stumped the heroes, and some older magicians sometimes struggled with just a few dozen gold coins.

"Well, I won't take your stuff in vain. The magician pursues the principle of equivalent exchange." said the man from the straw hat.

"You can ask me to get a portion of Bailang powder tomorrow afternoon." After saying that, a light green wind blade shot out, cutting off the head of the four-armed Naga and taking it into his hand.

"Yes, sir." Locke replied respectfully.

After the man from the hat left, Locke held his chin and thought, "Bailang fan? What is it?"

Kicking the headless corpse next to him, Locke went to find Christine and the others.

Christine and Rafi are now wearing armor and holding long swords. Fishy green blood dripped from the sword. Under their feet, a green Naga, who had been dead for a long time, was lying there.

"Didn't you tell me to hide? What should I do if I get injured?" Seeing this, Locke asked angrily.

The strength of the second female middle-level attendants cannot fully reassure Locke. These Nagas are generally in the middle-level, but relying on their tall and strong horses and strong strength, ordinary middle-level attendants are not their opponents.

"I saw that this guy was seriously injured, so I took Raffie with me. Brother, don't worry." Christine did not have any awareness of his mistakes, but instead showed off his achievements like Locke.

"Is it powerful? The fatal blow on its chest is my credit." Christine pointed to Naga's heart like offering treasures.

There, a faint burning mark was covered, which seemed to be caused by Christine's magic attack.

Just after a battle, Locke's muscles were a little weak. After patiently encouraging Christine, Locke was about to lift up the body of Naga and throw it away.

This place is not far from the room where they live, and Locke doesn't want to smell the fishy smell of this sea creature after the death of the dead when he goes to bed at night.

"Oh, brother, wait!" Christine stopped Locke.

A knuckle-long scalpel appeared from Christine's hand, "I'll take some Naga's blood to study it." Christine is still half a qualified magician, and her enthusiasm for studying new things is worthy of recognition.

"There is also a four-armed Naga there. Do you want to bring it to you?" Locke pointed to the location where he had just fought.

"Of course!" Christine held a scalpel in her hand, and a bottle of fishy green blood had been collected by her, and she said excitedly.

When the sun sets, the debris on the ship is almost done, and the efficiency of this group of crew members remains unabated after losing multiple partners.

There are patch-like wooden boards everywhere, revised horizontally and vertically in every corner of the ship.

It looks extremely ugly on the outside, but it does not affect the speed of the hull. It is really commendable.

"Sir, the deck on the second floor of the underground has been submerged." The sailor said to the man who was looking out for the wind in a hurry.

The magician didn't know what experiment he had just done, and his body was filled with an unpleasant pungent smell. The sailor dared not show any abnormality. He knew the magician's moody personality.
Chapter completed!