Embers of Embers

Chapter 513 Massacre
"Huh, what a big fish!"
The captain cheered. Under the siege of six armored ships, the Morning Glory Advance had been cornered. Gunfire and huge waves rolled in front of his eyes, dragging everything into gray chaos.
The pirates were very excited. Ever since the Ice King ended the civil war among the Viking countries, pirates like them have lost the soil for their lives. Under the siege of many lords, the pirates have not robbed such a rich ship for a long time. , everyone is smiling wildly, arranging the spoils in their minds.
His eyes moved to the other side. They were the three cargo ships following the Morning Glory Advance. They were swaying in the storm. After the Morning Glory Advance was attacked, they did not choose to escape. They probably recognized it. Reality stayed where it was.
After breaking away from the protection of the Morning Glory Advance, these three cargo ships had no ability to protect themselves at all. They could only place their hope on the Morning Glory Advance, and now this armored ship was under fierce attack and could not protect itself.
"But what's going on, boss? There's no news at all?"
The captain said that he looked at the Black Fang in the distance. They all belonged to the pirate group Black Fang, but the highest command was held by Ze'ou. However, after Ze'ou gave the order to attack, there was no news, and the Black Fang also disappeared. It gradually disappeared into the wind and waves, leaving only a vague shadow. As the waves rose, the Black Tooth could be seen being carried by the waves from time to time, but the more specific situation was unknown.
What went wrong on the Black Tooth?
The captain thought this way. He also saw the shelling of Ascalon, but blocked by the wind and rain, the shock he felt was less than one tenth. In the captain's opinion, it was just some new type of artillery that he had never seen before. , there is no need to be too vigilant.
Yes, the Black Fang that was hit did not remain silent and continued to issue orders. Ascalon's bombardment was just a large formation, and a new cannon alone could not change the situation of the battle.
The armored ships surrounded the Morning Glory Advance like a pack of wolves. Under normal circumstances, it might still be able to fight, but the storm was furious. Once it fell into the downwind, the difficult natural environment would only accelerate their death.
"Keep firing!"
The captain ordered, and as soon as he finished speaking, a stream of fire swept through the night sky, slammed into the front of the armored ship, and fell into the sea.
He looked at all this with some anxiety. This is not a mysterious shell, but more like a semi-molten metal. Thick steam was stirred up on the sea surface, but it was quickly swept away by the cold wind. The iron-clad ship continued to move forward. The captain raised his head and looked at After boarding the Morning Glory Advance, a ferocious figure stood on the deck and looked at him from a distance.
The captain had seen many twisted and strange things on the sea in his life, but he had never seen anything like that.
Under the dark night, thunder surrounded him, and the pale light illuminated the rugged figure.
"demon……"
The captain murmured.
If there really is a so-called devil in this world, then it must be the thing he saw in front of him.
The tall figure was covered in solid armor, with scarlet flesh slowly squirming between the gaps in the armor. The body undulated slightly, exuding blazing heat, as if the deformed monster was breathing and its heart was beating hard.
The iron chain was wrapped around the weapon master's body, firmly fixing the heavy armor on the bumpy deck.
Endless raindrops fell like curtains, but Shrike could barely see the trajectory of the ballistics with his first shot. He calculated in his mind and whispered.
"Adjust the trajectory, fire the second time, and fire!"
Pulling the trigger, a heavy roar sounded from the cold lance, sparks flashed through the gaps in the machine, and then a scorching stream of fire erupted.
Normally, the range of this weapon is not suitable for use in naval battles, but these armored ships are too close, giving the Shrike room to play.
With the flexibility of a weapon master, Shrike can adjust the shooting angle at will.
Pull the trigger and the Forged Spear rises into the night sky.
Everyone saw the rising fire. It rose rapidly, and its target was not anyone, but the sky above the armored ships. The captain witnessed the burning spear being thrown high into the sky and exploding.
The Forged Spear detonated over the wounds of the armored ships, and the half-melted steel scattered like a rain of fire, lighting up the entire sea area in an instant. The red light shone on everyone's face, and they stared blankly. watching.
The fire rain stretched into thin rays of light in the pupils of the pirates, from top to bottom, connecting the sky and the sea. The cold rainstorm was mixed in between. They made a squeaking sound and rolled up gray mist.
"Find cover!"
When the fire rain fell in front of his eyes, the captain recovered from his surprise and shouted loudly.
Some pirates reacted and rushed into the cabin in time. When a small number of pirates started to move, it was already too late. Broken steel, with burning heat, fell densely on the armored ship. There was a continuous sound of clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanging, clanking, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanking, clanking, clanging, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking and clanking sounds. In an instant, thousands of charred holes were punched out on the deck.
The exposed pirates were also hit by the fire rain. Fortunately, after such a long period of attenuation and the cooling of the heavy rain, the fire rain was no longer too lethal.
The steel pierced through the flesh, and the residual heat scorched the wound. Except for some unlucky ghosts, who were directly hit on the head, most of the pirates who were hit were still alive. They fell on the deck, panting in pain.
"Reload and fire!"
The weapons master opened fire again, and the rain of fire came in an instant. While lighting up the sea, it also suppressed the pirates' actions. Most of them hid in the cabin, shivering under the rain of fire.
The captain stared at the ferocious figure of the weapons master. Unlike the frightened pirates, after the first shock, he understood the threat that the weapons master could bring. All he could do was to suppress it with fire rain. These burning steel cannot shake the armored ship at all, let alone the heavy rain that is still rolling in, and the flames cannot be ignited at all.
The most important point is that the weapon master can only suppress his own armored ship. The coverage of Fire Rain is limited and cannot suppress all the armored ships. When he suppresses himself, the attacks of other armored ships will not be able to suppress him. stop.
This is just the final counterattack of the Morning Glory Advancing. Although it is not clear what the weapons division is, as long as this armored ship is captured, all its secrets will be exposed before one's eyes.
Thinking like this, the greed in the captain's heart brought great pleasure. As he watched the rain of fire continue, he suddenly thought of something.
Why……
He concentrated in panic, straining to listen to the commotion above the sea.
Why...the sound of artillery became quieter.
With this thought in mind, the captain rushed out of the cabin despite the threat of fire and rain.
Just now, the roar of artillery was constant, but I don’t know since when, the sound of artillery became less and less. Did the other armored ships give up the attack?How is this possible? Everyone has seen the firepower of the Morning Glory Advance. No one dares to stop the attack before it is incapacitated.
The captain looked to the other end of the sea. Previously, his vision was blocked by darkness and heavy rain. He could only easily distinguish the positions of other armored ships from the light of gunfire. But now, under the light of fire and rain, everything became clear.
The greedy and restless blood cooled down in an instant, and the captain saw it.
It's not that those iron-clad ships gave up the attack, but that they were already in flames.
The raging flames were burning on the iron-clad ship, and the pirates were screaming, and their figures were clearly visible against the fire. The indestructible iron-clad ship was slowly sinking, and the surging waves seemed to be dragging it, trying to pull it into the abyss. .
In this firelight, the captain saw the real devil.
The deck began to collapse and shatter, and something sharp pierced out of it, like a child being delivered. It dug hard into the steel shell, bathed in fire, and slowly stood up.
As it stood up, the keel was completely broken under the continuous destruction. The armored ship was crushed by its own weight, the rivets broke, the armor lifted and peeled off, and was devoured by sea water, disintegrating into countless pieces and sinking into the deep sea.
The demon slowly raised its head. The captain couldn't see clearly and didn't know whether this thing had eyes, but he knew very well that at this moment he and the demon were looking at each other.
The fire rain that filled the night sky fell, and the light that illuminated the darkness fell with it. The vision was once again covered by darkness and heavy rain, and the captain lost the figure of the devil.
Then another rain of fire rose into the sky, illuminating the blurry world, but at this time the devil was no longer visible on the burning wreckage, and the armored ship slowly sank to the bottom of the sea, just like the previously sunk armored ships, slowly Die silently.
Then he heard a sharp sound echoing in the strong wind, as if something was moving rapidly towards here.
Looking at all this blankly, invisible fear completely captured the captain's mind.
Suddenly the captain understood.
This rain of fire is not used to attack or suppress at all. It has only one purpose, and that is to illuminate, to guide the path of the devil's attack.
A line of hook shot through the air and accurately nailed into the deck not far in front of the captain, like the tentacles extended by something evil in the darkness.
The captain heard the sound coming from the direction, not from the sea, but from the night sky.
When he raised his head, he saw a rain of fire exploding high in the sky, illuminating everything in the sea, but it failed to illuminate the captain, because his body had already been shrouded in another, even larger darkness.
The cold iron feather stretched out to its fullest, and the falling light perfectly outlined its terrifying figure.
Break through the rainstorm.
"God Odin..."
The captain prayed devoutly, and with trembling hands raised the hatchet stuck in the back of his waist.
As if an evil creature was born in the bloodthirsty battlefield, the immortal flesh and blood dragged up the enemy's shattered armor and broken swords, twisting them together and turning them into a demon of steel and flesh.
The demon landed in front of the captain, the hook began to retract, and it straightened its body.
The captain stared at the black angel. The demon in front of him was real, not some ghostly hallucination. The armor was undulating slightly, the heart underneath was beating, the muscles were pulling on the machine, and the pitch-black scales were undulating regularly with his breathing. With.
The black angel was reflected in his frightened eyes.
"Valhalla!"
After a brief silence, the captain shouted loudly.
He raised his hand ax and was about to strike at the black angel. Even though the captain was frightened, he still dragged his body forward with all his strength.
The captain cannot retreat. He is a Viking. If he wants to die, he should die fighting here instead of cowardly escaping. Then Valkyrie will no longer take pity on him and Odin will laugh at him.
But...but...
At this moment of life and death, the captain's thoughts were extremely fast, and the erosion brought by the original sin armor was slightly affecting him, and this influence was infinitely enlarged under his collapsed psychology.
This is a demon, a hateful demon. Once he dies in its hands, will the brave Valkyrie have the ability to take back his soul?
Can they, armed with swords and shields, really defeat the demon in front of them?
No matter how firm his faith was, he was shaken at this moment. The captain's steps slowed down, and his clenched hands became loose. The hand ax came out of his hand and struck the armor, splashing sparks.
The captain turned around and tried his best to escape. His mind went blank and he couldn't think of anything.
A cold line passed through, and a sharp sound passed through his ears, overlapping with the thunder.
The Black Angel kept waving, and the falling rain washed away the blood on its wings, and the things in front of it, whether they were steel or flesh and blood, all fell apart at this moment.
Countless iron feathers rubbed against each other, scratching the surface of the steel, leaving deep cracks.
The pirates hiding in the cabin witnessed the captain's death. His body was cut into countless pieces by intertwined sharp blades. In the blink of an eye, it was washed away by the heavy rain and the blood was washed away.
This is a massacre, Lorenzo knows this very well. These pirates have no courage to resist. They may have been brave, but it was also against fellow humans. They have never seen monsters like themselves. .
The black angel strode forward, and fire rain fell on it, illuminating the ferocious details.
The heavy rain trapped the Dawn Advance, and it also trapped the pirates. In this desperate battlefield, they had no way to retreat.
Tie Yu gently caressed the cabin and deck, making a harsh sound and cutting through all materials. The sound of death was slowly approaching, approaching the cabin.
Everyone's eyes reflected this terrifying demon, and the heartbeat in their chests became heavier.
"Valhalla!"
Lorenzo didn't know who made the first war cry, but soon, under extreme threat, there were more roars of collapse in response.
The pirates brandished their weapons and rushed out of the cabin. Bullets were flying, and they fell feebly on the body of the Black Angel together with the swords and axes. They tried their best, but they couldn't even leave scratches on the armor.
The perpetual pump has strengthened the armor that is currently in action, and some replaceable armor has been replaced with the material of cypress iron. These strong metals protect the armor.
The Black Angel waved his iron feather again, sparks burst out, and the pirates were shattered in an instant.
(End of this chapter)