Chapter 4: Burning Nightmare

"Captain Medusa, what happened after you and Captain Tim went down?"

Archer asked as he carefully sealed the wound on his foot with antiseptic gel. Medusa glanced at the hideous claw marks on his ankle and put on his combat boots again. Despite having been injected with antihypertensive drugs, he still felt a dull pain in his chest.

"Why did Captain Tim die? His head and body are both severed... How horrible." A young sergeant named Ferdie whispered. Bearded Arthur took off his wet helmet and looked at the remains of Tim wrapped in a body bag in the corner, his face looking extremely ugly.

"It's because of you, Medusa..."

"That's right, Captain Tim sacrificed himself to save me." Medusa said calmly, "He is indeed the great captain of the Giant Whale Squadron. I will report his achievements to the Major General truthfully."

"Then this mermaid...did you catch it by yourself?" Arthur looked at the biological compartment containing the merman at the tail of the submarine and sighed, obviously full of doubts.

Medusa had difficulty breathing and didn't want to waste time talking to them: "That's right."

"Bullshit, you're just a military doctor, how can you be that capable?" The eagle-nosed Sergeant "Falcon" Goth had a gloomy face, with unwillingness in his eyes, "The credit for capturing the mermaid belongs to the Giant Whale Team and Captain Tim, don't even think about stealing it!"

"That's right!" Another member of the Giant Whale Team also echoed. The eyes of the remaining few people were somewhat unfriendly, especially Falcon, who had a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Medusa narrowed his eyes and stared at the opposite side.

This group of military ruffians who usually only know how to use their military positions to plunder and smuggle supplies are now trying to take credit for his achievements. They are extremely greedy and wishful thinking.

However, if the current turmoil is not suppressed, in this submarine under the deep sea, these military ruffians have always been unscrupulous in their actions. With the death of Captain Tim as an excuse, and the medical soldiers he led are no match for these soldiers equipped with heavy guns, it is not impossible for them to be killed.

Especially the "Falcon," who is insidious and cruel, and a much more difficult character than Tim.

"Really?" Medusa resisted the urge to feel uncomfortable and clicked his watch. The surveillance video was projected into the submarine in the form of a holographic projection, clearly showing the evidence he left behind. In the video, he was in the deep sea, skillfully stabbing the tranquilizer gun into the side of the mermaid's neck, and then buckled the special restraints that were enough to control manic mutants on the mermaid's neck and body.

He said softly, "I'm sorry, I sent this video to the major general as soon as I returned to the submarine. Whatever you have in mind, you'd better take it back. If anything happens to me..."

He sneered and didn't waste any more words.

Seeing the faces of the members of the opposite Whale Team turn black in an instant, Archer suppressed his smile. Although he was not sure whether Tim's death was related to Captain May, whatever his savior did was right, and he did not feel sorry for Tim, a tyrannical killer - every time he went out to sea to collect supplies for the empire, Tim always committed countless murders for his hobby, even women and children were not spared. Even as a military doctor, he had long hoped that Tim would go to hell.

The soldiers stopped talking and the submarine finally became quiet.

Medusa leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

A few hours later, the submarine slowly rose to the surface and entered the B1 level of the warship.

The moment the valve was opened, thunderous applause and cheers came from outside the door. It seemed that the news that he had captured the merman had spread throughout the warship, and it would soon reach the Imperial Parliament of the Saint Biron Empire. Medusa curled his lips, endured the pain in his ankle and the increasing discomfort in his chest, and walked down the bridge step by step.

Behind him, several soldiers carried the metal biological capsule containing the merman and followed him closely. Medusa watched the golden figure slide into the huge water tank specially prepared for it as the biological capsule was hanging in the air and tilted down.

The merman he caught with his own hands sank slowly and silently to the bottom of the warehouse. Its diffused black hair obscured the bright light of its golden scales, like dark clouds covering the sun. Only then did he notice that it actually had a pair of gorgeous fins like those of a flying fish, which were now folded back, making it look like a son of God who had fallen into hell.

And he is the devil who drags it down to hell.

He curled the corners of his lips, retracted his gaze, and turned his eyes forward.

Under everyone's gaze, the captain's face was extremely pale, but his gait was still elegant and upright. The silver-white military doctor's uniform carried the glory of the entire Saint Biron Empire, making his beauty look more dazzling than usual,

——That was the Imperial Rose of Saint Biron. Major General Niga suppressed his excitement and stared at Medusa who came in front of him, with an indescribable tide of enthusiasm in his heart.

Facing the young major general's approving gaze, Medusa saluted him.

"You never disappoint me." Niga said with a deep smile, "When I go back, I will definitely ask His Majesty the Emperor to confer you an honor and a noble title."

After he said this, many soldiers looked at him with envy, to be awarded an honor and a noble title means that one can own a residence in the high tower of the Saint Biron Empire instead of having to live in a cabin on a warship. In today's world where most humans spend their entire lives on ships, this is a great luxury and honor.

However, he wanted something more than this. Medusa curled the corners of his lips, and before he could half-kneel down to express his gratitude, he felt a warm current flowing down his nose.

One drop, two drops, bright red liquid fell on the snow-white uniform.

Medusa's body shook and he felt dizzy. The symptoms caused by the intense exercise in the deep sea seemed to begin to take effect.

"Medusa!" The usually cold major general rarely showed a look of surprise. He took a step forward, picked up Medusa who was falling forward, and picked him up sideways in front of everyone.

"Send him to the medical bay! Fox, you come and treat him, using all the cutting-edge techniques you learned in the Imperial Medical School. I want him alive, do you hear me?" The major general looked at the medical officer with a pair of fox eyes beside him and gave a stern order.

"Yes, sir."

…

Drops of burning liquid dripped onto my eyelids.

Medusa opened his eyes dazedly.

Bunches of white tentacles spread and grew before his eyes, condensing into a long staff with a streamlined sharp blade on the top, looking like a sharp snake spear. He saw himself raising his hand involuntarily and grasping it.

Thunder and lightning flashed. Raging water and electricity surrounded the tip of the spear, forming a huge vortex that wrapped around his body. He looked down and saw that his legs were gradually sticking together, with faint scaly patterns spreading out and glowing with silver-purple light, like stars dotting the skin of his legs.

His waist felt tight, and a pair of sharp, webbed hands suddenly stretched out from behind and hugged him. No matter how he struggled, the webbed hands just hugged him tighter and tighter. The golden fish tail wrapped around him from below, bringing with it a scorching temperature, burning every inch of his muscles and bones. A hoarse and charming young man's voice whispered in his ear: "ke...to..."

Medusa suddenly woke up, feeling hot all over.

As far as the eye can see, it is pure white. It is obvious that he is in the medical cabin.

How could I have such a weird dream?

Did he dream about the mermaid?

Could it be because of this strange thing wrapped around his hand...

He observed the white tentacles wrapped around his wrist, like a snake attached to his hand and the entangled skeleton of a scorpion. He thought to himself, and the strange word he heard in his dream rang in his ears involuntarily. Keto...

Is this the language of the mermaids? These meaningless syllables sound like the pronunciation of Keto, the sea god who represents the danger of the sea in ancient Greek legends.

It was that god who gave birth to the vengeful demon Medusa.

Very good. Then let's call this thing that helped him a lot, "Keto".

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