The old captain stared at Carl with his wrinkled face and did not answer Carl's question. Instead, he talked about the consequences of Carl killing him.

It was a mild threat, but a threat nonetheless.

He just looked at Carl calmly, grabbed Carl's power armor with both hands, and tried to pry it open to free himself.

Seeing him like this, Karl suddenly laughed.

"Ha! Is this what you are planning? If I kill you, the ship will be caught up by the enemy soon; if I don't kill you, you will still steer the ship and hit Dalkar's fleet."

The further he spoke, the stronger the force in Karl's hands became.

When he finished saying this, the old captain's face had turned liver color from being pinched by him.

"Wait! Wait! Don't kill him yet. If he is willing to operate the warship back to Storm Bay, we can still spare his life! I'll..."

Seeing that Carl was about to strangle the captain, the dwarf of the Sivis family quickly spoke out to stop him.

But before he could finish his words, he met a pair of eyes on the mask of Carl's power armor.

Although the dwarf did not have X-ray vision and could not see Carl's eyes under the mask, he was interrupted by an invisible aura and was about to continue speaking.

"It looks like you're not one of them. Good. This saves me the trouble of checking."

After saying this to the dwarf, Carl turned his head and looked at the struggling old captain and said:

"You can threaten me with what you just said. It seems that you are still a little afraid of death. But you also carried out a mission that is likely to result in death. I am a little curious about your purpose."

Hearing this, the old captain, whose brain was already deprived of oxygen, seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and struggled to say something.

Just when he thought Karl would relax his grip a little and listen to him...

With a crisp "crack" sound, the old captain's spine was broken.

The dwarf looked at everything that was happening in front of him with a dull expression, and even forgot to contact the Sivis family to confirm the information.

After more than ten seconds, when he saw Carl starting to search the old captain's body, he asked cautiously: "You just killed him like that? Without asking any other questions?"

Looking up at the dwarf, Carl tapped his helmet with the gauntlet of his power armor and said:

"I have psychic powers and can read other people's superficial emotions. Even though that guy is about to die, he still wants to deceive me. If I don't kill him, will I give him a chance to return alive? And even if he confesses everything, it can't change our current situation.

Rather than keeping a guy like this around who could stab you in the back at any time, it would be better to kill him early and save yourself the trouble."

After saying that, Carl threw the old captain's body onto the deck and then walked towards the cabin below the deck.

The space under the deck belongs to the sailors and artillery. In the four days since leaving the port, Carl has hardly seen the sailors.

Seeing Carl walk under the deck, the dwarf was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and hurriedly caught up with Carl.

"At least leave a few behind! Do you want to wait until the enemy attacks and then drive the boat yourself?"

Trying to keep his voice as low as possible, he whispered in a whisper.

But at this moment, the sailors' doors opened one after another.

These guys who looked kind when they left the port were now fully armed. The cold and shining scimitars reflected the lights in the corridor, making it difficult for the dwarf to open his eyes.

"See? There are only six of us on this ship who are clueless and stupid. They are well prepared."

Grabbing the dwarf by the collar, Carl threw him back down the stairs to the deck.

Without any intention of explaining, the sailor closest to the stairs rushed up waving his scimitar, and the others also drew their weapons and shot at Carl.

The silver gauntlet emitted a faint electric light. Carl raised his hand and fired a pulse cannon, blasting away the sailor who tried to get close.

Dense bullets hit his power armor, making a ping-pong sound.

But they just couldn't break through the defense of his power armor, and couldn't even leave much of a mark on the surface of the power armor.

"There are no professionals above level 4..."

With this thought in mind, Carl's psychic energy penetrated through the armor and activated the Iron Ant constructs that were transported to the ship along with the aircraft.

The sailors were about to continue suppressing the fire when they heard movement behind them.

"boom!"

Just as he turned around, an extraordinary flaming arrow flew from the other end of the corridor. The sailor who was unable to dodge was immediately set on fire, and the ammunition on his body exploded, blowing his body into pieces.

"Third formation! Fire!"

Blocking the exit tightly, Carl took out a shield from his dimensional bag and gave attack orders to the constructs.

A gap immediately opened up behind the three Iron Ants, and then something like a cassette was replaced with the help of an automatic device.

Immediately afterwards, the constructs lowered their bodies, revealing the gun barrels on their backs.

Lightning, fire, and ice shot out from the barrel, covering the entire corridor in an instant.

Seeing that the situation was not good, some sailors hid back in the room.

But more sailors were hit by the attack and either died or were disabled.

After all, their bodies are not digitized game characters. Pain and the erosion of magic power will greatly affect their combat capabilities. Even the most ordinary bullet may directly take their lives.

After doing this, he slowly approached a tightly closed cabin door, then closed his eyes, as if feeling something.

Suddenly, he pressed the pulse cannon in his palm against the door panel.

The instantaneous high-temperature pulse immediately penetrated the bronze-wood door, and the sailor hiding behind the door was directly hit because his head was pressed against the door panel.

But that’s not all.

Carl quickly took out the grenade, pulled the safety bolt, and threw it in through the gap in the door panel.

With a loud "boom", the whole ship shook at this moment.

The sailors who were hiding in the house and trying to kill Carl when he came in were stunned. This way of finishing him off was something they had never thought of before.

However, not long after the previous explosion, the second and third explosions followed.

This sound was like a death knell, making all the sailors clearly realize what kind of opponent they were facing.

"I surrender! As long as you let me go, I'm willing to confess everything... Boom!"

"It was the family steward who asked us to do this. As long as you die here, he can use his position in the city hall to exert influence and seize Storm Bay... Boom!"

"Damn it! You lunatic, if you kill us, you will die too... BOOM!"

"Brothers! Fight out! We still have a chance to kill... Boom!"

In a series of explosions, the sailors died one after another.

After hearing the sound of the explosion, Hope and others had already arrived here.

Without asking why, the four of them quickly demonstrated their abilities and checked for living people around Carl.

"Karl, there are still living people in the second room to your left!"

“Boom!”

"The guy in the corridor is not dead yet!"

“Bang!”

"Well, they're all dead."

It was not until Mitris, a warrior monk of the Eternal Death Sect, gave her final evaluation that Carl finally let down his guard.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Hope stepped forward and asked, "What happened?"

Without taking off his helmet, Carl took a deep breath and began to tell the four girls what he had just seen and heard.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dwarf hiding on the deck climbed down tremblingly.

"What should we do now? Dalkar's fleet is about to arrive. Even if we run back, maybe the Linland family is waiting for us to fall into their trap!"

Holding on to the handrail of the stairs tightly, it was obvious that the dwarf did not want to die.

Looking at the silent Carl and the dwarf who was about to collapse, Nia thought for a moment, then said, "Things may not have developed to the worst. Mr. Dwarf, can you still contact Storm Bay now?"

Hearing Nia's question, the dwarf was stunned for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

"It should be possible. The liaison officer on duty recently is my uncle."

"Then contact him immediately! Tell him about our situation and ask them to go to the Linland family to inquire about the situation!"

"What's the point of this?"

The dwarf's face was full of resistance when he thought about Dalkar's fleet coming soon.

Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. Even if the Linland family is exterminated after the message is passed on, it will not help the situation they are facing now.

"Don't worry about it! Go make contact first!"

Looking at the magic power gathering in Nia's hands, the dwarf finally took the communication stone obediently and contacted his family.

Soon, news came from the other side.

"I didn't see the Linland family's representative. I was received by a young steward. Nephew, you..."

The man was about to ask about the safety of his nephew, but Nia did not give the dwarf a chance to rest and continued to let the dwarf pass on the message:

"Notify the other Dragonmark families immediately. Someone in the Linland family has been instigated by Ruiyi Zhuoer to rebel. This expedition plan has been completely exposed."

After delivering Nia's words, the dwarf turned around and asked in disbelief, "Is this true?"

Nia: "I don't know if it's true or not, but even if we all die, that traitor won't be able to do anything to Storm Bay!"

Upon hearing this, the dwarf's face suddenly revealed an expression uglier than crying.

At this time, Karl walked up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't lose heart. This ship is sailing along the east coastline. We can try to land again. Don't worry, I will do my best to help you delay time."

(End of this chapter)