Chapter 6 - Rescue

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The port is built on the eastern wall of the island, and the terrain here is also the smoothest area on the entire island.

The giant ship with a length of more than 200 meters is moored in the port without any problems.

The night is deep, and the late autumn night at sea is terribly cold.

The fifty or sixty Lan Hai Soul Engineering Corps soldiers guarding the deck huddled together, moving their hands and feet from time to time to keep warm and maintain their body temperature.

Not all soul masters can protect against cold and heat, in order to achieve this, one must have a special martial spirit, similar to a martial spirit with ice and fire attributes, or one must have strong soul power.

In the Lan Hai Soul Engineer Group, a miscellaneous group of soul engineers that is not ranked at all in the Sun Moon Empire, there are obviously less than one in a hundred soldiers who can meet these conditions.

The soldiers' cultivation bases were uneven, and the vast majority of soul power cultivation bases were only around level 30.

Not to mention, almost all of these soul masters' cultivation methods are focused on enhancing soul power.

His physical condition is far below that of the traditional soul masters who originally belonged to the three major empires of the Douluo continent.

At best, he is better than ordinary people.

"Damn it, we are truly destined to suffer, not like those noble ladies."

A tall and thin young man in a black suit lowered his head and let out a sigh of relief, grumbling dissatisfiedly with his colleagues around him.

Unlike the dark and cold deck, the fifth-floor cabins on the giant ship's deck are still brightly lit, and even those noble ladies' rooms are equipped with heatable soul guides.

The person next to the tall and thin young man seemed to be the same age as him, but the shape of his body was almost spherical.

The short and fat young man sat against the railing of the deck, an inexplicable smile flashed in his small eyes, he moved his fat body a little, and then clasped his hands together and said in a strange way:

"Isn't that so? Is it because we don't work hard enough? We must know how to be grateful."

"Work hard? What good is hard work? Can hard work make you innately possess a powerful martial spirit like those noble children?"

The tall and thin young man coldly snorted and sat down next to the short and fat young man with depression. They came from the same fishing village on the coastal border of the Sun Moon Empire, and the two of them had already become very familiar.

Naturally, he knew the meaning of the short fat youth's words, he only grumbled along the lines.

The short fat youth kicked the tall thin youth with his feet, showing a miserable smile.

"How about it, why don't you try knocking on those noble ladies' doors? What if someone doesn't really open your eyes? Maybe your boy can ascend to heaven in one step."

"If you want to go alone, I don't want to feel uncomfortable. I still have this self-knowledge," the tall thin youth replied angrily, raising his head to look around him.

No matter how poor the military discipline of their Lan Hai soul engineer group is, they dare not be lazy in the eyes of the division head.

But it was a coincidence that Yu Yun led some soldiers onto the deck along the iron plate built in the harbor.

"Don't be lazy, the division chief is here," he hurriedly shouted to his companions, slyly getting up and straightening his back.

A series of rising voices sounded sparse, and the thin Yu Yun coldly stared at the soldiers on the deck for a few seconds.

"Tomorrow morning, I will prepare to sail, so be smart."

"Yes! Division Commander!"

They all responded in unison, but the strange thing was that each soldier of the Lan Hai Soul Engineer Corps only heard his own voice. Obviously, those colleagues are next to him.

Immediately after, the deck, which originally had a flash of light, fell into pitch darkness without warning.

Yu Yun covered his head which hurt so much, his dark red eyes were bloodshot and his face turned pale, even his consciousness became blurry.

But as a strong soul sage, he reacted quickly and let out a loud roar as he released the martial spirit from him.

"Enemy attack! Everyone is ready to fight."

One white, two yellow, three purple, one black, and seven soul rings emerged one after another, slowly moving around his body.

Wrinkled muscles all over his body bulged, and the strangest thing was that a black turtle shell with strange yellow patterns appeared out of nowhere on his chest, abdomen, and back.

But the low grunt from him was completely to no avail, with his soul sage level cultivation, he almost lost consciousness, let alone Lan Hai's group of soul engineer soldiers with uneven cultivation.

"sea turtle martial spirit?" A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness.

At first, it sounded like it was still a long way away, but the next instant it seemed to explode in Yuyun's ear.

The hairs all over Yu Yun's body stood on end, the first, third, fourth, and sixth, all four soul rings flashed almost simultaneously.

"Who?!"

The low growl from him was obviously much less confident than before.

The strange scene in front of him reminded him of the realm that only a few soul masters could have.

If it really was the domain, the previous roar from him might not be able to spread.

He now can only delay time as much as possible, hoping that the group of Xihai soul engineers on the port side can notice the strangeness on the deck.

As long as Hai Xiao came, with his eighth-level soul instructor cultivation, he would be able to stabilize the situation.

Under the impulse of the four defense-type soul skills, the black turtle shell on Yu Yun's body swelled several times against the storm, completely covering his slender body.

The dark light of soul power seemed to solidify, flickering on the surface of the turtle shell. Just standing here in silence, but there's a pretty unshakable momentum.

The defensive power of his Sea Turtle Martial Soul is already amazing, and he has enough confidence in it.

All four defensive soul skills were released at the same time, and the defensive power he now possessed was only inferior to that of the seventh soul skill he used, the true body of the martial spirit.

It's not that Yu Yun doesn't want to use the true body of the martial spirit, he finally went from being a commoner to the head of soul engineer Hanhai who now has real power, and appreciates life more than anyone.

You can use the seventh soul skill, the true body of the martial spirit, but you need to accumulate soul power, unlike other soul skills that can be cast instantly.

Simultaneous activation of four soul skills is already the limit of what he can do.

It makes no sense in the face of absolute force.

A muffled hum came out of Yu Yun's mouth, and the sound of mirrors breaking rang out one after another. Countless dense lines suddenly appeared on the thick and huge black tortoise shell that was encasing it inside.

Then it turned into points of light in the crash.

"Bang—" A five-fingered palm penetrated Yu Yun's left breast.

The darkness gradually dissipated, and through the light from the soul tool in the hallway of the cabin, a powerful old man who wore dark purple dragon pattern armor could be dimly seen.

The three claw marks on his right eye were smeared with a trace of dirty blood.

"Ahem—" Yu Yun struggled to look back, seeing the fierce purple dragon's head on the old man's chest, his pupils suddenly contracting.

"Imperial Corps...of the...Dragon Soul..."

Bright red blood overflowed from his mouth and nose, and before he opened his mouth, he fell silent.

The person who came was Wang Xiao and the group of him came to Xu Zihuang's rescue.

Yao Yang's figure appeared next to Wang Xiao, and at the same time, there were more than forty elites from the former Imperial Dragon Soul Corps.

As for the rest of the Great Sea Soul Engineering Corps soldiers, they all fell to the deck bleeding from their seven orifices, and the cabins where the noble ladies lived also fell completely silent.