疯狂的妻子

As this creepy ensemble worked out, the reaction time allowed to the spirits on board the warship was scant, simple minutes to comprehend the wild development.

Fast action was taken by the formidable Overlord, whose Master's goals aligned with their own. Within minutes, its voice resonated inside Liu Yong's brain. " Ace, I have penetrated this warship in excess of twelve openings. Its death is up and coming."

With a disposition that double-crossed how he might interpret the unfurling tumult, Liu Yong answered, "Let us distance ourselves and just let them potentially run wild."

The powerful and sleek yacht continued unabatedly, maintaining a steady speed of more than 30 knots. Bit by bit, it limited any association with the disabled M-country warship, cruising away from the looming disaster.

In the significant dimness underneath the ocean's surface, the Master proceeded with its interest, delivering the warship stable. A grim realization quickly replaced the initial panic. The boat's power frameworks had floundered. However, a more critical torment blockaded it: a downpour of seawater, relentless and constant.

As the ship's captain reported the dire situation to superiors, even the most desperate attempts to seal watertight compartments were unsuccessful. Group individuals mixed to bring down rafts and wear life coats, their activities brought into the world of urgency.

The once-proud warship turned ominously amid the chaos, giving in to the abyss's relentless advance on its hull.

With an uprooting surpassing 3,000 tons, this vessel had turned into the material after which the Master painted its horrendous magnum opus. With more than twelve expanding wounds, its quick plummet into the chasm was essentially guaranteed.

In only thirty minutes, the warship surrendered, disappearing into the inky void and sinking to profundities past 2,000 meters. Just two elastic rafts weaved upon the unforgiving waves, demonstrating the integrity of the ocean's brutal case.

"Chief, how much farther would we say we are to cruise?" one of the yacht's group individuals asked.

Liu Yong, insightful and creative, gauged his reaction. " We will continue in our current direction. We might stop our excursion after one more hour has passed."

As the clock approached ten AM, the terrific yacht, an island of extravagance in the endless ocean, came to an elegant rest. The sea extended perpetually this way and that, with no indication of something going on under the surface or progress, not even the far-off outline of a single fishing boat not too far off.

Their ongoing directions lay roughly 150 to 160 nautical miles from the spaceship's destruction. It was an essential distance intended to shroud the mysteries they held onto. The enormous remains of the alien spacecraft rested here, among the vast ocean, beneath more than 3,000 meters of water.

Who could comprehend the extraordinary secret beneath, just a stone's throw away, in the impenetrable depths of the abyss, even from this seemingly ordinary vantage point?

"Chen Hu, stay on board the vessel. I'm dropping into the profundities," Liu Yong trained, his voice steadfast.

"Thank you, boss. "I'll wait for your return," Chen Hu said.

Liu Yong put on his rubber diving suit and held a powerful deep-sea light as he prepared for this moment. With conscious purpose, he slid from the yacht's harsh, vanishing into the chasm's hug.

As he wandered further into the incredible, unforgiving hug of the sea's profundities, the water's hold became always persistent. At the point when he arrived at a depth of more than 100 meters, a recognizable presence arose.

The Master, the glorious and perplexing substance, moved toward Liu Yong again. In the faint, luminous sparkle of the pit, it showed up considerably more giant, a titan from a domain of old folklore.

Its structure, set apart by a gigantic head, a lengthy neck and tail, and a monumental carapace embellished with threatening projections, oozed an air of crude power.

However, this was no customary monster; Liu Yong's trustworthy companion shared a profound connection with him. It drew nearer with a respectful and submissive disposition. " Master, climb on my back, and I'll take you where you need to go."

Liu Yong recognized the Master's proposal with a straightforward gesture and, with a determined elegance, mounted the animal's monster carapace.

The Overlord surged forward under his weight, directing them toward the ruins of the massive spaceship dormant in the abyssal depths.

In this domain of unending evening, distant from the sun's nurturing embrace, the climate was laden with an eerie quietness. Their remote ocean light source penetrated the abusive murkiness, enlightening the cryptic world that encompassed them.

The scene was stunning. A lone light emission, a radiant spear, slices through the obsidian waters, uncovering a frightful delight.

As they plummeted further into the pit, their general surroundings changed. Luminescent organisms added a mystical element to the scene in the pitch-black abyss, where even the bravest souls would fail.

These bioluminescent animals, brilliant and ethereal, had developed to emanate light in the inky profundities — a transformation that looked similar to fireflies moving in the midnight air.

With the ocean's yawning gorge underneath them, the Master conveyed Liu Yong to their objective — the cockpit of the abandoned spaceship. It was more bearable for Liu Yong than his previous dive because he was acutely aware of the rising pressure. He estimated he could endure this crushing depth for thirty to forty minutes.

The Overlord called out, breaking the abyss's silence, "Master, the hatch is located here."

Directed by the Master, Liu Yong enlightened the monstrous trapdoor with his intense light. His heart hustled with expectation, for this trapdoor was the limit to an outsider world, one he had long longed to investigate.

From the beginning, the trapdoor seemed flawlessly coordinated with the spaceship's outside — an exterior of invulnerable secret. Notwithstanding, a cautious examination uncovered an inconspicuous inconsistency — a palm-sized gadget, somewhat jutting to one side of the lid.

This disguised component, guilefully covered up, held the way to opening the insider facts inside as Liu Yong expanded his hand and cautiously squeezed the gadget, a fantastic reaction was anticipated.

The gadget respected his touch when flush with the lid, withdrawing a few centimetres internally — an uplifting indication of progress. Anxious to continue, Liu Yong endeavoured to turn the device to one side, yet it stayed fixed. A basic turn to one side, notwithstanding, created a delicate yet unmistakable "click" that reverberated in the quieted, sea-going climate.

The entryway was slightly open!

Liu Yong felt an indescribable surge of joy when he saw the once-impossible portal yield to his persistence. This entryway, a door to the obscure, exemplified the acknowledgment of a long-esteemed dream.

The visionary who had longed to find a method for admittance to the spaceship's internal sanctum was finally viewed as the key. It was a snapshot of significant importance — a defining moment.

Indeed, even the Master, regularly unfaltering and emotionless, couldn't hold back its fervour. " Ace, you have opened the entryway," it shouted with amazement.

Liu Yong answered, his voice touched with fulfilment, "To be sure, it appears to be the entryway has respected our industriousness."

In that instant, the Overlord, despite its immense might, transformed into a creature of unbridled enthusiasm. It gave Liu Yong friendship, its motions likened to a dedicated canine contribution reverence.

Liu Yong, overpowered with a feeling of achievement, wondered about the surprising presentation of warmth from his unflinching sidekick. It was a contacting indication of their bond and the meaning of this groundbreaking event.

With the entryway now slightly open, Liu Yong's heart hustled with expectation. The limit had been crossed, and the secrets of the spaceship's cockpit were covered in the significant ambiguity of the pit.