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Chapter 158 Wrath of the Titans

Charles looked desperately at his precise barrage, smashing the rotating sewer manhole cover on the huge body, and then disappeared after leaving a shocking dent on the huge rusty body.

The huge figure with open arms and the precise bullet screen slowly turned around, and Charles saw it clearly. This is a huge weirdo wearing a metal diving suit!

The throwing ax in Delevingne's hand stopped spinning because Delevingne was stunned. He looked at the crow that was combing its feathers, and forced an ugly smile on the face of the terrified crow. He said with a grin: "Are you the reinforcement Darius mentioned? You really came in time, haha!"

Jingle jingle jingle...

The old iron chain pulled the mossy and rusty anchor, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

The dark golden gloves grabbed the tail end of the anchor, lifted the heavy-looking anchor, and hung it on his shoulder with a clang.

Then, a muffled voice that seemed to echo inside the metal diving suit came out: "I am... a Titan from the deep sea!"

A Titan from the depths, his name is... Nautilus.

In the past, Nautilus was a sailor commissioned by the War College to explore the unknown waters of the Guardian Sea.

The expedition took him deep into uncharted waters, when he and other sailors found a large black liquid that was leaking, and no one knew what it was.

Although it was their job to investigate what they found, no one on board dared face the black waters except Nautilus.

Just a moment after Nautilus put on his bulky diving suit and climbed over the railing, something lurking in the black water grabbed him.He clung to the side of the boat, but something underneath tugged at him so wildly that the whole boat shook.

The other sailors grew fearful and made a terrible decision.

When he beckoned for help with his eyes, they pulled Nautilus' fingers tightly on the railing... one by one!

Nautilus tumbled into the ink, clutching the anchor in despair and futility.

The black tentacles wrapped around him tightly, and he could do nothing but watch the slowly blurred outline of the ship disappear.

Then, his eyes went black and he passed out.

When Nautilus awoke, he was a little... different.

The huge iron diving suit has become a seamless carapace covering his body, and no matter how terrifying the body inside is, outsiders cannot peek into it.All the details in his memory seem to be vague and hazy, but there is only one thing that he remembers very clearly: he was abandoned here, walking towards death alone in the dark deep sea.

In his hand he still held the anchor that had belonged to those who had put him to death.

With this clue in his mind, he staggered for the answer, for the anchor was too heavy for him to swim or run. He was aimless, he wandered unconsciously, and the past time was like an eternal battle. Annihilating dreams.

By the time he stumbled upon Bilgewater's waterfront, he had found no trace of his former identity, no house, no family, no life to return to.

Just when Nautilus was isolated and desperate by the people, a strange man with a sloping foot and a strange bird standing on his shoulder walked up to him. He leaned on a cane in one hand and stretched out the other to him. A... helping hand.

This man is called Swain.

Swain brought hope to Nautilus, he promised to help him get back everything he had lost, and told him: "When swallowed by the boundless darkness, there is no other way but to move forward."

This time, Nautilus received Swain's instruction to search the coast of the Sable Rock Mountain Range, but failed.

When he saw the crow in the sky above the sea, he realized that he was not alone.

When he rushed over following the information given by the crow and saw Charles and Delevingne fighting indistinguishably, he quickly distinguished friend from foe.

Because, Draven's body has the same strong smell of blood as Swain.

"Hahahaha, yellow-haired brat, you really almost killed me!"

After being protected by his allies, Draven, who escaped from death, began to shake the throwing ax and shouted frantically: "But, it's still a bit short. This time, I will definitely chop your head off with one axe!"

As soon as Delevingne finished speaking, the throwing ax in his hand aimed at Ciel's head and threw it over. This time, he aimed at Ciara's shrugging head, accurately and without error!

This time, Charles is really desperate. The golden space mana saved in his body has been exhausted due to the use of precise barrage. Now he can't use the arcane leap to escape, and his feet, being blocked Draven's ax was scratched and he couldn't move for a while.

Everything can only be resigned to fate.

Galen, I can only help you so far.

Ari, I may never see you again.

Farewell, everyone, I really want to cook another pot of mushroom soup for you.

All the familiar people appeared in Charles' mind one by one, and then, Charles closed his eyes, he didn't want to see the splash of his brain when it burst.

That would be too off-putting.

Charles thought so.

Dang!

It was the sound of metal clashing.

Delevingne just threw it out, and before it left the throwing ax at his fingertips, he was hit by something, deviated from the track, and fell to the ground.

When Draven saw it, he took a sip, gritted his teeth and looked at the ground. He saw a silver metal can that was still spinning.

Just when he was about to yell, a hissing sound came from the metal can.

Bang!
A large cloud of white smoke exploded centered on the metal tank, instantly engulfing the huge bodies of Draven and Nautilus.

"Cough cough cough..."

Draven coughed non-stop due to the choking of the smoke. He waved his hand to drive away the smoke in front of him, and cursed: "What the hell is this!"

Charles, who was already determined to die, heard this, and hastily opened his eyes. Through the blond hair hanging on his forehead, he saw a... a figure in a tattered crimson cloak.

"Keep your head down, brat."

This is the voice of a man with a hint of playfulness, but rough and unrestrained: "Be careful of being accidentally injured by my bullets!"

Bang!
It was a sound like the roar of a cannon.

Click!

This is the unique sound of metal rubbing.

jingle!

It was the sound of a small thing falling.

Charles looked at his feet, the small metal shell that was still emitting green smoke, he recognized it, it was... the shell of a bullet!

　Titans come on stage, and, my big male gun!debut! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)