Soul Devourers

The Demonic Sound grew increasingly deafening, like a surging black tide, completely engulfing everyone on the ship.

The voice was sharp and sticky, like countless tiny insects crawling into everyone's ear canals, gnawing at their reason.

The people on the boat reacted increasingly wildly, with some frantically scratching their heads until their scalps bled.

Some people had dazed eyes and staggered steps, as if they were in a nightmare from which they could not wake up.

Even more terrifying, many people fell into a state of unconsciousness and began to attack each other, punching and kicking, their shrill screams intertwined with Demonic Sound.

Amidst the chaos, several enormous figures vaguely appeared in the thick fog.

At first, they were just blurry outlines, but as they drew closer, their forms became clearer—they were monsters the size of small mountains.

"Oh no! It's Soul Devourer!"

Someone on the ship screamed in terror, and the despair in their voice instantly filled the air.

These Soul Devourer resemble enormous lion-maned dogs, covered in messy, rough black fur, each hair like a sharp steel needle.

Their bodies are as large as mountains, with muscles bulging under their skin, exuding a terrifying power.

On its hideous, terrifying, and incredibly ugly face, triangular ears stood erect, their edges riddled with jagged notches.

His blood-red vertical pupils radiated a chilling killing intent.

Their mouths were enormous, with curled lips revealing rows of sharp, yellowish fangs. Saliva that smelled of decay flowed from their mouths, dripping onto the lake surface with a "sizzling" sound and creating black foam.

With each opening and closing of its mouth, Demonic Sound emanated, each sound carrying powerful magic that continuously eroded the minds of the crowd.

Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed like you could wring water out of it.

The dim, flickering lights seemed even weaker amidst the howling Demonic Sound and violent rocking of the ship.

Captain Uruguay's face was as gloomy and terrifying as the night sky before a storm.

He stared intently at the Soul Devourer, which was faintly visible in the thick fog. His hand, resting on the table, trembled slightly, and he was filled with extreme fear.

His voice trembled with excitement.

"Fire... fire! Use the Magic Crystal Cannon to attack these damn monsters!"

Uruguay's voice was somewhat hoarse from the interference of the Demonic Sound, but it still carried an undeniable air of authority.

This command, like a war drum sounding in the dead of silence, shattered the atmosphere of despair that permeated the ship.

The crew members on both sides seemed to wake from a dream, their faces still showing signs of fear, but years of training and trust in their captain enabled them to act quickly.

Several people rushed to the control panel of the Magic Crystal Cannon with their hands and feet, their fingers trembling with tension, but they pressed the attack button without hesitation.

"Boom boom boom!"

In an instant, the ship shook violently, and beams of blinding light shot out from the ship's side.

The Magic Crystal Cannon, carrying immense energy, streaked through the thick fog like a meteor and flew towards the Soul Devourer.

The shells whistled through the air, their sharp whistling echoing the Demonic Sound.

The Soul Devourer seemed to sense the danger; their mountain-like bodies swayed slightly, and a hint of disdain flashed in their blood-red vertical pupils.

One of the Soul Devourer suddenly swung its thick, tree-trunk-like arm with such speed that no one could react in time, directly knocking away an incoming cannonball.

The shell changed direction and exploded on the distant lake, sending up black splashes tens of meters high.

However, not all Soul Devourer can dodge attacks so easily.

Several shells hit their targets precisely, exploding on the Soul Devourer.

Sparks flew everywhere, accompanied by a piercing metallic tearing sound, and the powerful impact forced the Soul Devourer to stagger back several steps.

The Soul Devourer, struck by the blast, let out a painful roar, its voice even more piercing than the Demonic Sound, sending chills down one's spine.

Its body was covered in blood, large patches of its black fur were charred, and a piece of flesh as thick as an arm was blown away, revealing its white bones.

But these injuries don't seem to be able to stop them.

The Soul Devourer paused only briefly before resuming their heavy, arduous advance towards the Skeleton Ship.

Their eyes were filled with anger and murderous intent, and with each step they took, ripples spread across the lake.

Quickly, the Soul Devourer arrived in front of the mysterious energy shield of the Skeleton Ship.

This protective shield was the ship's last line of defense, emitting a faint blue light, and trembled slightly under the impact of the Demonic Sound.

The Soul Devourer opened its blood-red maw and bit down on the protective shield.

Their fangs made a "crunching" sound when they touched the shield, sending chills down your spine. The friction sound was like fingernails scratching a blackboard, giving you Jipi all over.

As the Soul Devourer continued its attacks, the blue light on the shield gradually dimmed, and the energy fluctuations weakened.

Each bite creates fine cracks on the shield, making it seem as if it might shatter at any moment.

The crew on the ship watched this scene with bated breath, their hearts filled with despair.

They knew that once the shield broke, annihilation would be their fate.

The Demonic Sound roar of the beast was so loud it hurt people's eardrums, and the figure of the Soul Devourer became even more ferocious in the thick fog.

At this moment, they were so close that the Magic Crystal Cannon on the ship were rendered ineffective due to the proximity. The scorching hot muzzles still emitted the smell of gunpowder, but they could only be used as decorations.

"Charge with me! Kill these damned monsters!"

Captain Uruguay roared and was the first to rush out of the cabin.

He held a sharp blade that gleamed with a cold light, its surface engraved with mysterious runes—a weapon he had acquired through countless adventures.

The crew followed closely behind; some carried Longsword, some gripped battle axes, and others raised shields. Though their faces were pale, their eyes shone with a resolute determination, as if they were ready to die.

"Take up your weapons, for our lives, for our ship, let's fight!"

The captain's voice echoed amidst the howling wind and the Demonic Sound, infusing everyone with a sense of power.

Just then, accompanied by a heart-stopping crack, the Soul Devourer finally broke through the Skeleton Ship's precarious energy shield.

The blue light vanished instantly, turning into countless points of light that disappeared into the thick fog.

The Soul Devourer roared and surged aboard the ship like a black tide.

Their massive size caused the deck to tremble violently with every step they took.

A Soul Devourer suddenly swung its giant claws, and a crew member, unable to dodge in time, was swept away and crashed heavily into the ship's side, letting out a painful groan.

But the crew did not back down. A young sailor wielding Longsword shouted and stabbed at the leg of a Soul Devourer.

The Longsword pierced the rough skin of the Soul Devourer, but only penetrated a shallow layer.

The Soul Devourer roared in pain and anger, then turned and slapped the sailor with its other claw.

The sailor nimbly rolled and dodged, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Captain Uruguay charged toward the largest of the Soul Devourer, seizing the opportunity to leap high into the air and slash his blade toward the Soul Devourer's neck.

Sensing danger, the Soul Devourer suddenly raised its head, its sharp fangs grazing the hem of the Uruguay's clothes.

Uruguay adjusted their stance in mid-air, landed steadily, and looked for another opportunity to attack.

In an instant, shouts, screams, and the clash of weapons filled the ship, and the battle entered a fierce stage.

Blood stained the deck and splashed into the cold waters of the lake. On this eerie lake shrouded in thick fog, a fierce battle for survival was unfolding.