Embers of Embers

Chapter 515 Test
The storm carried the icy sea water and threw it high into the sky, then crashed down and slapped on the fireworks that refused to go out.
The ironclad ship began to sink, and the rolling waves kept harassing it, but even so, its sinking was still extremely slow... But it was indeed sinking. The seawater soaked through the cabin and rushed in the corridor, like an old man who was dying slowly. The armored ship was dying, but there was nothing to stop it.
The sea was roaring, and the pirates who fell into the sea were wailing, but after another heavy wave passed, they lost their traces, and some people struggled in the boiling sea of ​​fire, but gradually lost their voices.
Such cruel scenes are happening constantly, but there is no time to lament these things, the naval battle is still going on.
The Black Angel jumped into the sky riding on the power of the burning paint antimony. The bad weather helped it stay in the air, its wings spread out, and it hovered over the battlefield like a vulture.
In successive battles, including the slowly sinking armored ship beneath him, Lorenzo's side has sunk four armored ships. The enemy still has two armored ships with combat effectiveness, and the third one is broken. The Black Fang, which was sailing in the heavy rain, was shot by Ascalon, and most of the buildings above the deck were destroyed. In Lorenzo's opinion, the Black Fang didn't have much combat power left.
In fact, the Black Fang was much more miserable than Lorenzo expected. Ascalon directly destroyed the command room, the fire ignited the internal living area, and caused the ammunition in the warehouse to cause a secondary explosion.
It can be said that after so much experience, there are few living people on the Black Tooth. It is not moving here under Zeo's control, but the waves are pushing the Black Tooth.
Zeo sat on the wet deck, leaning against the raised wreckage. His only movable hand grasped the groove to prevent him from rolling into the sea due to bumps.
"Is this your will? God Odin."
Zeo raised his head and looked at the god of death hovering above his head.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands were secretly controlling all of this, causing the Dawn Advance and the Black Fang pirates to meet here. Even if they gave up or escaped, the storm completely enveloped this place, and the direction of the water flow was reversed. All ships can only sail to the center of this vortex.
The threads of fate were picked up by the goddess, woven together, and then cut.
Zeo was not afraid, on the contrary, he was still very happy.
"Even if we can't get that ironclad ship, even if we can't plunder a country with it...at least we can die with such honor. You must know that not every Viking can die at the hands of such a monster."
Zeo laughed, but his laughter was monotonous and no one responded to him.
Looking to the side, I saw a corpse lying not far away. Its cause of death was a puncture wound. It was probably the violent jolts on the ship that made it lose its balance for a moment. The corpse was stuck on the broken railing, with its arms and thighs Weirdly bent.
"This can't be done. It's such a ridiculous thing to die, but you can't go to the Hall of Valor..."
Zeo murmured as he looked at the sailor's body.
The sailor finally came to his senses. He realized that Zeou's words were farting. He didn't want to die. He tried to escape, but in this roaring sea, everyone had nowhere to escape.
The Morning Glory Advance opened fire again. The armored ship adjusted its body in the rapid waves, splashing white tides, turned its flanks towards the pirates, and then opened fire with its fixed artillery.
A dense rain of bullets pierced the sea surface and hit the armored ship hard, penetrating the armor and hitting the cabin. The fragments flew away and cut everything in its path.
After the Black Angels made a surprise attack on the armored ship and lost more than half of it, the pirates' firepower could no longer suppress the Morning Glory Advancing. In addition, the distance between the two was getting closer. The Morning Glory Advancing was firing on all cylinders, and the Forged Spear They took off one after another and rained down raging fire.
The pirates removed the door panel and held it up like a shield, trying to block the rain of fire and cover the firing of the balcony cannon, but suddenly a black shadow passed overhead, attracting their attention.
They raised their heads and saw the gliding black angel. For a moment, they were captured by fear. They knew very well how terrifying this monster was. As long as it descended on the armored ship, no one could resist its massacre.
Just thinking about it, Black Angel crossed the armored ship without stopping, which made the pirates feel a little incredible, and then they saved their lives easily, but what they didn't notice was that Black Angel left behind at the moment of passing by What.
In order to repeatedly lift off, the Black Angel is equipped with four fuel tanks for propulsion. In the previous battle, one of the fuel tanks has been exhausted, and just to avoid the rain of bullets, Lorenzo completely burned up. The second fuel tank allowed the violent Qi Antimony to push the Black Angel out in an instant.
Now Lorenzo discarded the third fuel tank, about half of the lacquered antimony was still stored in it, and it could support at least one Black Angel launch, but now he threw it away so casually, and the pitch-black tank fell to the sky. He fell onto the armored ship beneath him, and just as he was about to fall onto the armored ship, Black Angel suddenly turned around and threw out several iron feathers.
With a sharp sound, one-meter-long iron feathers fell like a hail of arrows, nailing them all into the fuel tank and piercing it into the cabin.
Dark and viscous liquid overflowed from the cracked gap, and a few seconds later the Forged Spear exploded high in the sky, raining down fire.
The Black Angel rushed towards the last armored ship without looking back, and behind it, it seemed as if a mythical dragon had come to the world. The roaring dragon's breath rolled over the sea, dragging everyone into the blazing hell. Even heavy rain could not extinguish this anger.
Soon after, Ascalon opened fire again, and the scorching lines cut across the burning hell, giving the iron-clad ship the final blow.
The remaining pirates witnessed all this, and they stood there blankly, at a loss.
The Vikings rarely encounter such a situation. As people who believe in the god Odin, they can let out a deep war cry even when faced with a giant bear several meters high. But at this moment, they can't do anything or think of anything. Absolutely The fear prevented them from reacting at this moment, and they could only watch all of this blankly.
The hooks are nailed into the deck, and the dark angel descends.
"Are you scared?"
Black Angel stretched out his hand, and the cold iron feather gently scratched a pirate on the side. The sharp edge left blood on his neck. He did nothing and said nothing.
When the battle no longer becomes evenly matched, becomes hopeless, and there is no chance of victory at all, even warlike people like the Vikings feel a little tired.
What they long for is a battle that arouses desire, but all Lorenzo offers is dark death.
The pirate's face was expressionless. He could smell the burning smell in the air and the smelly blood. He could even feel the body temperature coming from the original sin armor. The blood was surging in the steel, and his heart was rising and falling slowly. With.
The black angel withdrew his hand, Tie Yu shook slightly, his head broke and fell off his neck.
The battle is now over. Lorenzo has successfully implanted fear in the minds of these Vikings. Even if they yearn for the sacred Hall of Valor, it is difficult for them to have the will to fight against the black angel in front of them.
The pirates were gripped by despair.
The sound of the cannon gradually disappeared, and the sea returned to calm, leaving only the howling of the wind and thunder.
The weapons master put down the lance in his hand. There was no need for fire suppression anymore. The pirates' fighting spirit collapsed, and all that was left was to clean up the battlefield.
Shrike crawled out from the weapon master's neck, with many nerve connections still hanging on his body. He sat on the armor's shoulders and looked into the distance.
"It's dawn..."
I saw a gray-blue light band rising at the junction of the sky and the sea. It showed a sapphire-like magnificence, with a blazing white light in its depth.
The faint light penetrated the wind and rain, illuminating the messy sea area, and the battlefield ushered in a brief calm.
Fire broke out on the steel wreckage. They floated on the sea, and it would take at least some time before they completely sank.
The Black Angel stood on the last iron-clad ship, watching the sluggish pirates who had no fighting intentions. Lorenzo was waiting for Ascalon to reload. Now there was no need to bother himself so much to destroy the ship. Just wait for Ascalon's shot to put an end to this sudden encounter.
Lorenzo thought so in his mind, but in fact, he still made a fighting action. The black angel ran wildly on the deck, carrying thousands of sharp swords and repeatedly cutting everything in his field of vision.
The previous close-range shelling almost severely injured Lorenzo, not to mention the subsequent siege. This reminded Lorenzo that even if he faced an enemy who had no intention of fighting, he must kill them all.
But amid this one-sided massacre, the sound of surging waves once again broke the calm.
Lorenzo heard the war cry again, but it became much weaker, like a whisper.
Black Angel turned around, and the heavy Black Fang came towards him. The sharp collision angle broke the armored ship under his feet, causing waves several meters high.
Fragments were flying, and the pitch-black muzzle was pointed directly at the Black Angel.
Fire.
The Black Angel took action almost as soon as he realized the cannon. The sharp iron feather was quickly thrown out. The cannonball was accurately hit by the iron feather before it even came out of the barrel. It failed to cut through the cannon, but it successfully stopped the cannonball. After firing, several lines of steel crossed and got stuck together, the roar turned into a loud noise, the artillery exploded on the spot, and the fragments of steel repeatedly strafed the battlefield.
In the smoke, the black angel strode forward, his wings gently vibrating, and all the dust was blown away.
"What...are you?"
A weak voice sounded, and Zeo stood up unsteadily.
Maybe Odin was really blessing him. The waves brought him here, and then calmed down, so that Zeo's tired body could walk safely on the swaying deck.
Zeo stared at the black angel, it was like a god descended from the world.
Behind it is a sea of ​​burning fire, filled with steel wreckage and people who are still struggling. Farther away from the sea level, clear blue rises, and a burst of pure white illuminates the darkness.
Day is coming.
Lorenzo looked at the man in front of him through his visor. Half of Zeo's body was burned. He moved his body hard, holding the hand ax in his only movable hand, and walked towards Lorenzo tenaciously.
"Let me die heroically, devil!"
Zio shouted to Lorenzo loudly, almost using all his strength, and he coughed up bursts of blood.
There was no response. After a while, thick steam escaped. Lorenzo crawled out from the back of the Black Angel's neck and stood on top of the Original Sin Armor.
"Are you their boss?" Lorenzo asked curiously.
Zeo's expression also became dull. He seemed not to have expected that this demon was actually controlled by someone.
"I...I am, I am their captain, their commander."
For some reason, Zeou suddenly didn't want to die so much. The armor in front of him, the man who controlled the armor, and the Dawn Advance... Zeou felt for a moment that this was no longer the world he was familiar with.
Such divine power can be usurped by mortals, what a desire.
"Why are you attacking us?"
Lorenzo asked again. This was not a casual chat. This operation was of great importance. People stopped him before he reached the Viking countries. He always felt something was wrong.
"Why? Is it necessary to explain why? Pirates are born to plunder."
Zio found Lorenzo's question incomprehensible.
Lorenzo was a little helpless. It was probably a coincidence that he encountered such a group of damn things. The damage to the Morning Glory Advance was not very serious, but even so, it still needed to stay in the harbor for a few more days for maintenance.
The pirates severely slowed down Lorenzo.
"In other words, we met by chance?"
"No, it was the guidance of God Odin. He gave me this opportunity to meet each other."
Zeo said enthusiastically. As he spoke, he was still trying to move forward. He raised his arm with difficulty, and his face was reflected on the blade of the hand ax.
"This is a test, a test for us. Only the truly brave can reach the Hall of Valor. These guys are just cowards. Only I am the bravest."
Zeo humiliated the pirates who had lost their will to fight, they were not worthy of entering the hallowed halls of Valor.
"Ah...fanatic believers are really troublesome..."
Lorenzo sighed. He felt that he could not get any useful information from Zeo.
Many people don't remember, but Lorenzo himself is very clear. He has been a priest for a while, and he has also dealt with fanatics. They are not so much a group of lunatics as a group of fools bewitched by faith. In the end, even the most basic communication was not possible.
"Come on! Let me die here!"
It may be the threat of death, it may be mental exhaustion, or it may be the erosion from the black angel.
Zeo yelled uncontrollably. Such a fierce battle turned him crazy in the end. He staggered to the Black Angel and slashed with all his strength, but it was all in vain. He It can't even leave scratches on the armor.
Lorenzo shook his head, he was too lazy to say anything to Zeou.
The Black Angel restarted, but it did not attack Zeo. It retreated slowly. Zeo seemed to understand what Lorenzo was going to do. He shouted in horror, waving his ax and trying to catch up with the Black Angel. But he couldn't do it. With his body, he couldn't cross the wreckage.
Zeo could only watch like this, watching the Black Angel leave. He could not get a heroic death. He would die in shame like other pirates.
"No... no no!"
Zeo wailed, but it was of no avail, the severe pain in his body made him kneel down, looking at the black angel leaping into the sky, he could feel the departure of the Valkyries.
For a moment, despair more terrifying than death enveloped Zeo. He stared at the Black Angel, with Lorenzo's face etched in his mind. The next moment, Ascalon opened fire, and the fire filled every corner of his vision.
(End of this chapter)