Navigator: I Have a Legendary Exploration Log

Chapter 90 Preparing for the Seal

"What should we do then?"

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Chalice took a deep breath. "If we don't deal with it, it will definitely cause a terrible mess. We can't just leave it on the deck, can we? Can't we just throw it into the sea?"

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"Even if you throw it off the deck, it will reappear in some incredible way. Let me handle it—"

Buck also took a deep breath.

This third-tier extraordinary being, who had always seemed calm, composed, and at ease in Chalice's memory, was now finding it troublesome.

"Captain Cherries, do you have a sealing box?"

"certainly."

Chalice turned to look behind him.

Rumlow, carrying a can of phlogiston fuel, came running up, panting. He stopped and looked at Cherries, rubbing his bruised elbow and hissing in pain.

He had clearly tripped and fallen hard in the chaos.

"Captain, is this thing still of any use?"

Seeing Rumlow carefully hand over the phlogiston canister, Chalice said noncommittally, "Put it down for now! Go get a sealed iron box, the kind with the most inscriptions and the best effect! Be quick!"

"Understood! I'll go right away!"

Without taking a break, Rumlow immediately turned and left.

Logically speaking, this level of exercise shouldn't have been strenuous for an old crew member like Rumlow.

However, considering the strange influences that had previously permeated the area.

Chalice still feels lingering fear when he thinks about it.

The crew members' legs went weak and their feet went numb.

His seemingly stern order was actually meant to keep Rumlow from spending too much time on deck.

Besides myself, there was no one else on the Homecoming ship.

Cherries was most concerned about his two old buddies, Wirtz and Rumlow.

Although Thorpe, the gunnery chief, and Luca, who is about to board the ship as an extraordinary being, both have impressive backgrounds and considerable abilities and strength.

But both in public and private terms.

All of them must have their own loyal followers.

Obey yourself, and only obey yourself.

This is not about factionalism, but rather the hidden work that every captain must do and do well.

If we ignore Ironclad's core members, the captain's fate will likely not be good.

Just like the guy I encountered when exploring Bloodthorn Isle.

Even with the strength of an extraordinary being, he still died.

Besides being constantly on guard by Chalice, the more important reason was that he, as a captain, didn't have a single reliable subordinate.

Perhaps some of the crew members who came to the island with him were his trusted confidants.

Whether it was the threat from the Bloodthorn Tree or his own selfish motives, he had already slaughtered all those people.

The remaining crew members stayed on the ship.

Perhaps a few of his former "confidants" were among them.

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But faced with the ship's prolonged absence, these people not only dared not land on the island to rescue it, but were even persuaded by a few casually threatening explanations from Chalice to return to port without hesitation.

This is enough to show that these people's loyalty to their captain was pitifully low.

The old crew members that Sartre left to Cherries were his most reliable core group.

Unfortunately, seafaring is always accompanied by casualties.

Some, like the old captain, grew weary and chose to disembark; others tragically died in various accidents.

Today, only Wirtz and Rumlow remain of Cherries' core team, with perhaps a few more of his protégés, such as Bosun Eddie and Chief Engineer Max.

Chalice's generous treatment of the sailors was also intended to cultivate their loyalty.

He could just rely on these guys to do his work.

Desperately?

Stop joking!

They're not stupid.

How much is it?

Is it worth risking one's life for?

That's why Charys tried to get Rumlow away as much as possible, so that in case of an accident, his own men wouldn't be the first to be in danger.

soon.

Rumlow rushed back carrying an iron box with a grayish-black sheen.

Buck accepted it without saying a word.

After weighing it in my hand a few times, I was somewhat dissatisfied, but it was clear that I couldn't find a more suitable prop at the moment.

"You must be a Tier 2 veteran, right?"

Buck suddenly looked at Thorpe.

The latter paused for a moment, hesitated slightly, but still nodded.

"I now need the assistance of two extraordinary individuals."

Buck said succinctly, "I need to isolate that thing from the contamination as much as possible, but one person needs to move it into the iron box, and another person must immediately infuse spiritual energy to activate the seal and completely isolate it."

"Is it necessary to touch it with your own hands?"

Chalis hurriedly asked, "Would it be feasible to transfer them using tools?"

"Can."

Buck answered readily.

"But whether it's infusing the sealing box with spirituality or using tools, you can't be too far away, which is why I need the assistance of an extraordinary being who can resist a certain degree of contamination."

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"Cluck—cluck cluck—"

Just as Cheryl and Buck were discussing countermeasures, a strange throat sound suddenly rang out not far away.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

A sailor was seen kneeling on both knees, gripping his chin with both hands and twisting his head forcefully.

I don't know when.

He had already rotated his head halfway around, and the strange cracking sound of his cervical vertebrae breaking finally attracted the attention of those around him.

But this was not the most terrifying anomaly.

It looked as if countless earthworms were swimming beneath the sailor's exposed skin, causing goosebumps to rise and fall, some even protruding like granulation tissue.

He was completely corrupted by the pollution.

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Buck said in a deep voice, "He's beyond saving, get rid of him quickly!"

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But the sailor was not yet dead at this point.

His bulging eyes swayed along with his head, which had lost its support, and those who passed by looked away in terror.

Only Cheryl, carrying a gun and with a cold, hard expression, walked step by step.

"captain----

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The sailor's throat was not completely destroyed, and he could still make incoherent, breathy sounds.

"I—I'm not feeling well, my head hurts, can you help me? I—I don't want to—"

Chalice stopped in his tracks, meeting the sailor's skewed eyes as he raised the revolver, its magazine rotating to fire the Spirit-Breaking Bullets.

"I'm sorry—rest in peace—"

With a bang, the shaking head jerked back up.

He fell backward onto the deck, his head, pierced through the forehead, and his entire body began to convulse erratically.

Chalice showed no pity for the poor sailor's last body.

He waved, and Rumlow, quite tacitly, came over carrying a can of phlogiston.

bake!

Several brief bursts of flame.

The body stopped moving.

Thanks to the structural modifications and upgrades to the ship, the deck of the Homecoming also possesses fireproof, moisture-proof, hard, and tough properties.

Unless subjected to prolonged scorching heat, the deck of the Homecoming will only turn black and will not become fuel.

The sailors who had mutated were dealt with.

Chalice said softly, "Let them go first? Staying on deck will only cause trouble—"

The suggestion seemed reasonable, but Buck rejected it outright with his experience in dealing with contamination: "They're already contaminated. What if something goes wrong when they get back to the cabin and we don't have time to deal with it?"

"First, seal off the root cause of all this, then investigate the hidden pollution and erosion. You know this is the most appropriate and rational approach."

Yes—I know—

Chalice sighed and snapped, "No one is allowed to leave the deck. Stay away from that thing and take temporary shelter on either side. Rumlow! You maintain discipline!"

"If anyone acts rashly, shoot them dead without warning!"

"Yes, Captain!"

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Several chilling orders forcefully suppressed the sailors' unease caused by the strange changes in their companions.

This temporarily resolved my concerns.

Cherry is ready to work with Buck and Thorpe to deal with the culprit who caused all this tragedy not far away.

A statue imbued with the blessing of an evil god —

Bullshit evil god————