His expression remained unchanged, his eyes slightly squinted, as his body agilely twisted in mid-air, narrowly escaping from the edge of the Siren’s gaping mouth.
At the sa ti, the Fluid Sword in his hand transford into a sharp fishhook. Riding the fierce waves, he swung it toward the wind, and it tightly latched onto the Siren’s body.
"Bang!"
The Siren, having missed its bite, once again collided with the Iceberg Queen, but this ti the attack from the side only made the entire ship sway, nowhere near as violent as the first collision.
"...Ossie, where is Fisher?"
On the ship, Pahetz, covering her ears, looked at Ossie, who was lowering the crew mbers, but to her horror, she did not see Fisher among those rescued and quickly inquired.
Due to the recent battle, Ossie’s cloak had fallen sowhat, pulling down the part that previously covered her face, revealing her cherry-like tender little mouth.
Ossie’s facial features overall presented the countryside sweetness that the Nali Gentlen greatly adored; the shape was much like the "pure and innocent lovely countryside girl encountered by a wealthy man in the countryside," as described by many Nali novelists.
Such an appearance might be popular in Saint Nali, but in the matriarchal Sardinia Female Country, she felt it was a disgrace, much like a gentleman in Saint Nali being mistaken for a male Tong from Schwali... and even worse, in an inferior way!
Thus, over the years, she disliked interacting with others and had covered her appearance with her cloak, fearing others would mock her for her looks...
After hearing Pahetz’s words, she pursed her lips, pointed at the sea with her wings, indicating that Fisher was still below and had not co up.
"My Frost Phoenix Mother of Heaven, what are you thinking? He is a man, a man! He actually covered the retreat for you bunch of won... really has no sha! What if sothing happens, do you want the Captain to spend his life playing with light balls?"
Pahetz, covering her face, cursed while she ran to the ship’s side, looking anxiously at the sea below, almost jumping down herself to save Fisher.
Behind her, Ossie, feeling deeply ashad, bowed her head low and the next mont, she resolutely covered her lower face with her cloak again, then spread her wings and calmly said,
"I.. will go save him."
Pahetz looked at her, about to say sothing, but suddenly felt the entire ship start to sway,
"Wait, underwater... the Siren is back!"
Just as Pahetz yelled anxiously, from the rear of the Iceberg Queen, a trendously fierce creature suddenly leaped from the sea.
"Roar!"
The creature had a huge fishtail and a mouthpiece that resembled a sea shark, capable of closing into a circular shape. At the sa ti, countless twisted, fleshy tentacles grew from both sides of its mouth and back, with four short pig-hoof-like legs kicking downward in mid-air.
That was... the full view of the Sea Demon Siren.
"Roar!"
The Siren leapt from the water, roaring and sweeping through the air in a perfect arc. It seed to want to strike the Iceberg Queen, but so force prevented it from doing so.
Thus, the Siren crossed over the Iceberg Queen from the sea, its huge body blocking out the sunlight, casting a shadow that also brought an overwhelming sense of oppression.
As Ossie and Pahetz were montarily stunned, streams of thick green liquid constantly dripped from the Siren’s back onto the deck, carrying a pungent fishy sll. It was its blood.
"Fisher?!"
Looking up, on the Siren’s back, Fisher was standing straight, stabbing the Siren’s back fiercely with his Fluid Sword, then pulling it out from another spot, making the Fluid Sword act like a rein to control the Siren, akin to a delicate thread in the hands of a weaver.
At that mont, Fisher was completely drenched, yet he still stood firmly on the Siren’s back, continuously stabbing its back, pulling at its muscles and organs.
The intense pain caused the Siren to leap crazily from the sea, crossing over the Iceberg Queen and plunging back into the sea with force.
"Bang!"
The Siren, along with Fisher, crashed into the water like a Schwali bomb, causing a mountainous splash. The water column gradually lost its shape in mid-air, turning into a thousand droplets landing on the stunned face of Pahetz.
Behind, Alagina, supported by the crew, erged from the Captain’s Room. At this mont, her right hand’s captain’s uniform was completely shattered, exposing large patches of blue-purple, stiff skin.
Alagina’s complexion looked unwell, yet she first scanned the chaotic deck, but she did not see Fisher among them, making her already frost-bitten expression grow even colder,
"Fisher?"
Pahetz opened her mouth, then turned her head to look toward the vast sea shadow moving away in the distance,
"Fisher? Oh, he... rode... rode a fish away... no, no! What fish?! He’s still hanging on the Siren! And the Siren is taking him further away, if we don’t rescue him soon, the Siren will carry him to the deep sea and drown him!"
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