The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 884 - 606 Flesh Giants

Chapter 884: Chapter 606 Flesh Giants

The gale pushed the twin-mast ship, rocking it on the ocean, and the sailors on the deck tied themselves with ropes to avoid being buried at sea with the next wave.

The storm blurred their vision.

"Damn it, our ship has a huge hole!"

The storm swallowed many voices.

With another "boom," the bow of the ship shattered like glass under the storm, and a giant wave hammered the bottom of the ship from an angle, lifting the entire vessel into the air.

Mayer felt disoriented, drenched by the incoming seawater, and a round object hit his face—it was an apple.

Then the splintered wooden debris scattered from the destroyed bow, like dense steel needles, penetrating his wet clothes and stabbing his skin.

However, the storm did not stop there. It was only the beginning. The sails, which had not been stowed away in time, turned into tentacles dragging them towards the abyss of death, flapping in the air and making the unstable ship shake even more.

Finally, the ship suspended in the air plunged into the sea.

Despite the raging storm, a fire broke out on the ship, and the surging seawater could not extinguish the flames.

Mayer felt the "sizzle" of burning hair and the awful smell of scorched hair. He opened his eyes and found himself hanging mid-air by a rope, with a sea of fire below.

Many companions perished in the blaze, struggling and writhing like demons crawling out of a hellish inferno.

The remaining crew jumped into the seawater.

Perhaps they could survive, at least there was hope in sight.

Mayer bent down, pulled out the short blade from his boot, and cut the ropes that were wrapping around his waist and legs due to the rocking. He dropped the blade and used his body’s flexibility to curl up and grasp the rope.

Beneath him was a sea of fire; falling into it would be certain death.

His situation was far from good; the fiercely burning flames and the billowing black smoke smothered him like a hot, foul rag, leaving him drenched in sweat, exhausted, and forcing him to inhale a lot of smoke.

He swayed his body from left to right.

Mayer behaved like a pendulum and, once sure he had a good angle, let go and jumped out.

"Boom!"

His body seemed to crash directly onto the ground, the pain instinctively making him open his mouth, allowing icy seawater to mercilessly flood into his mouth, his throat feeling like it swallowed many ice blades.

His hands and feet scrambled.

Mayer successfully surfaced.

His body rose and fell with the waves, like a rootless waterweed, observing the ship completely engulfed by the waves, sparking a fire on the sea surface.

Because it carried a lot of alcohol.

This was a team fond of exploring but also engaged in commerce, making some money along the way. Drinks were always in demand, but they hadn’t expected the drinks they’d carried would ultimately bury the entire ship.

After several tries, Mayer managed to grab onto a piece of wood, clinging to it with all his strength, not daring to let go.

Lind, bless me!

When Mayer opened his eyes again, the horrific storm had distanced itself from his location, leaving him half-lying in a muddy area.

His ears buzzed, making it hard to hear clearly.

He tried to stand up; his body obeyed, but his right leg was weak and limp, causing passive limping which made walking difficult.

In the distance was the beach.

"I must have been thrown very far."

Mayer limped a long way and successfully found some food and weapons from the ship.

He cut a wooden stick into a splint to fix his broken leg, and then fashioned another stick into a crutch. Mayer got up and left.

The seaside wasn’t safe; he had just seen the skull of a large creature. Whatever was hunting here, with a broken leg, staying in an open area was akin to being a piece of meat.

He looked around.

This was a barren island.

The yellow soil showed no signs of life, not even wild grass in sight.

"Ugh."

A voice came from a person.

Mayer searched carefully and discovered a person buried under a pile of heavy objects not far away, while another person was dragging someone toward the shore.

Now there were four of them.

After a concerted rescue effort, Mayer got the bad news—they still had only three people because the one buried under heavy items had broken and deformed ribcage, with his last words being "ugh."

"We should contact the outside world and have someone rescue us."

"Who knows magic?"

"I only know a little."

"Bad good news."

"There’s also some not so bad good news, want to hear?"

"What?"

"I believe in one of Lind’s many avatars... Dominus of Stories, but he’s so busy he might not hear our cries for help—wait, I’ve made contact!"

Successfully made contact.

They just needed to wait for rescue; those strong ones would come quickly.

Hope so.

"Do you know how fast they are?"

This was self-reassuring.

"How fast?"

"In one day, they can fly from the southern end to the northern end of the Eastern Continent."

"Ha! That’s slow. I’ve seen one fly even faster—like swoosh."

"Haha, are you talking about when you’re with your wife?"

"At least three swooshes."

"Hahahaha!"

But soon the laughter ceased, they saw something disturbing, a malformed humanoid creature was leisurely walking towards their location from a distance.

Mayer picked up his bow and arrow, using them to remember Mina, as if she was always by his side.