The screech was both piercing and sharp, making even Strangulation unbearable for a moment. However, as the large red orb was pried off, the noise abruptly stopped.
The swish of the waves, the trembling of the ship, the creaking and scraping of metal, all vanished instantly.
Monac also saw the various monsters before him begin to melt like slush, seeping through the cracks in the deck, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He took out several rabbits from his pocket, strangled them, and threw them into the sea, silently shedding tears.
Su Ming flew out from the well he dug, still holding the large red orb, and patted it casually. It was indeed elastic; he thought of giving it to Wang later.
Monac's three major hobbies were smoking, drinking, and grooming his beard, while Wang could dance. Now he was learning to play basketball. Maybe in a few decades, he could find a place to learn RAP and make his debut.
"Wang! Where are you?! Get on the deck!" Su Ming shouted loudly.
With a whoosh, a golden ring opened smoothly not far from Su Ming, from which Wang, quite disheveled, fell out.
"Human-faced Flowers, so many Human-faced Flowers! Master, my sense of smell is ruined. I'm a waste for the rest of my life! Wuuuu...." Wang collapsed into Deathstroke's arms, crying sadly, more distraught than Monac, who was still offsetting the cost.
The Guardians, as the housekeepers of the Supreme Mage, had an important duty to cook for their master. A chef without a sense of smell or taste was a waste!
Su Ming sighed. Perhaps Wang would be a competent warlock in the future, but for now, he was just a child, unable to bear such a burden.
"Don't worry, we've had a good haul this time." Su Ming handed the reddish 'basketball' to him: "We'll keep this Energy Core, take it back to Kama Taiji, and call a meeting of the Great Mages to research it. As for this ship, who among you wants to make a trip to the Celestial Dynasty Imperial Capital? Help me tell Zheng Xian that I'll take out a huge alien silicon-based lifeform corpse for joint research with the Divine Spear Bureau. But he needs to exchange some herbs and martial arts books for Kama Taiji, and he should take responsibility for curing your nose. How about that?"
Wang sniffed, with tears running down his dragon-like cheeks that had crossed the river, and he looked tearfully at Deathstroke, saying gratefully, "Thank you, Master. I'll take care of it right away."
With that, he quickly opened a teleportation gate, went in, and disappeared.
"Hey! Remember to practice dribbling when you walk! Don't let your dribbling posture look like that guy's..." Su Ming shouted from behind him, not knowing whether Wang heard it.
A few minutes later, Monac also recovered. Other than being very depressed, he showed no signs of aftereffects.
After all, he had participated in the entire World War II with Steve, so this level of battle intensity was nothing to him.
"We need to prepare to leave as soon as possible. Such a large ship appearing here suddenly will soon catch the attention of the Japanese government."
Monac said, wiping his face, this was not an unnecessary worry, but a fact.
The sound of Deathstroke digging was like cutting the earth with knives and swords, and the magical light and shadow effects were similarly explosive, unknown to how many people nearby had seen it.
If surrounded here, it would be easy for the two of them to escape, but the ship would be difficult to leave.
The plan he thought of was for Deathstroke to go into the sea and push the ship to the high seas, then summon the mages of Kama Taiji to collectively manifest a giant teleportation gate and teleport the ship to a deserted place in the Himalayas.
Since it was said to be alive, the body should be preserved and kept fresh somewhere, like fish.
However, Su Ming had a better way. He smiled and shook his finger at Monac, took off the cloak from his back, and ordered the Magic Floating Cloak:
"Turn into a Star-Spangled Banner, a larger one, and let it fly on my ship, I'd like to see which little devil dares to check it?"
The Magic Floating Cloak obediently transformed into a giant Star-Spangled Banner, using the entire smokestack as a flagpole, displaying its identity in every direction.
"Alright, at least until the light changes at dawn, we have some time without being exposed. Now I plan to go to the lower deck to find clues, are you coming?"
If Steve and Peggy were captured here, they must have left clues. They were no fools, and Peggy was a professional special agent.
Of course, that was the ideal situation: finding their personal belongings and having Monac use divination witchcraft to find them.
If no clues were left behind, either the lovers' IQ had dropped, or there was more than one such monster active worldwide, complicating the problem.
Monac responded with action, striding to catch up with Su Ming.
After all, he was here to rescue Steve. They were teammates in the Invasion Team.
In fact, on many occasions, he had wanted to tell Steve that the amiable Mr. Wilson he spoke so fondly of, like a Saint among men, was actually the ruthless, cunning Deathstroke....
But he held back; Deathstroke dared to leave so many people who knew his identity around Captain America, showing that he was prepared.
Perhaps it's a substitute or a fake death; if he managed to fool Captain America for so many years, he could certainly continue the deception.
Revealing the truth would be futile.
Nonetheless, Monac had to look out for that poor child, Deathstroke highly valued Captain America for an unknown reason, but it definitely wasn't simple.
In this situation, the Magic Floating Cloak had become a flag, and Deathstroke had no means of sensing magical traces. He had to follow, just in case there was an opportunity to make himself useful.
Walking along the deck towards the back of the ship, all the hatches they passed were merely façades, none could be opened. Using the Godslayer to break a few open revealed they were solid inside, clearly only for decoration with no passages.
After searching for a long time, there was only one path, leading down to a small maze-like area.
"Quite interesting, the imitation of the warship's ladders is very realistic. If this is being operated by someone, the power behind it must have warships as a template."
Su Ming continued to knock on the walls and floor, as if checking for hidden doors.
"Your mind is so sharp, why tell me this?" Monac also used magic to probe around, but everything here seemed unrelated to magic.
"If it turns out to be the worst-case scenario, with many such monsters simultaneously active on Earth, then we'll need to split up." Su Ming gave a serious explanation, as it wasn't impossible: "In that case, I and Wang will take a path, and you'll find Harold for help. His flame is quite powerful."
"Are you sure Steve and Agent Carter aren't on the ship?" Monac had no objections, but wasn't it a bit early to say this?
Su Ming shrugged: "The best-case scenario is that they 'were' on the ship and left clues for you to use divination magic. But by now, they're certainly not here. Do you remember which monster the ship materialized as? The things Steve worries about other than Hydra activities are Baki having issues, and Peggy's worries are inevitably about something happening to Captain America...."
"I understand now."
Monac nodded, wiping his Xiaohuzi vigorously.
Without any of these things being manifested, it indicated Steve and Peggy were not on the ship. Otherwise, what was seen wouldn't be giant rabbits bleeding from seven orifices, but Captain America bleeding from seven orifices.
However, Deathstroke was not serious for a few seconds and suddenly switched the topic. In the darkness, his red monocle turned towards Monac: "You previously mentioned you were preparing an Anti-Deadpool Magic. Can you tell me about it in detail?"