"Thud!" Charles crashed heavily onto the floor from the ceiling.
Before he could even get up, the purple semi-transparent tentacles descended from above, about to engulf him.
Charles quickly curled his body as seven or eight tentacles on his back propped against the ground, narrowly missing Charles's feet as they burrowed into the earth.
The crew fired their bullets anxiously, attempting to save the Captain, but the bullets seemed utterly useless against the tentacles.
"Pope! Snap out of it! Get your people moving! Hurry up and kill these tentacles!!" Charles shouted desperately as he dodged frantically.
"Brethren, for the Light God, save Charles."
With the Pope's command, the twelve bald men, who were already on full alert, charged fearlessly with various relics in hand, as some of their bodies began to undergo certain changes.
