Chapter 462 - 279 The Feathered Serpent God’s Subspecies_1
As soon as Ivita set foot on the deck, she saw about twenty human shaped creatures cloaked in scales on the deck of Britannia. The lower half of these creatures were pythons, their backs bristled with fins and spines, yet their upper bodies were human shaped, their faces free of scales, looking more like women that had been soaking in water for an extended period.
They were all female.
Ivita heard the Hearthstone Witch call them Nagas.
The weapons in the hands of these Nagas were harpoons or tridents. Unlike the sparsely dressed Sharkmen, they seemed to decorate themselves with seashell jewelry.
These Nagas seemed to harbor deep loathing for humans. As soon as they boarded their ship, they lunged at the sailors and warriors with their weapons.
Although the Nagas seemed terrifying, they didn’t seem to have any professional capacities. Only their racial talents seemed to make their bodies naturally strong.
These Nagas were sustaining a back-and-forth combat with the warriors.
But three furious winter melons aboard the ship plunged into the crowd of Nagas, violently crashing into them. One of the dreadfully robust melons could shatter their insides and cave in their abdomens with every crash.
Wilson grabbed a Naga, opened his terrifyingly huge mouth, and bit her neck with great force, fiercely guzzling her blood.