Embers of Embers

Chapter 551 Winding the Atrium
Fatigue, soreness, sleepiness.
Shrike was probably too tired. The moment he lay on the bed, his tense muscles relaxed, and his highly concentrated thoughts were also released at this moment. Shrike fell asleep easily, sleeping too deeply, like a corpse Same, lying on the bed.
Normally, the shrike would have had a comfortable sleep and wake up leisurely a few hours later, as if he had been reborn. Unfortunately, the environment in which the shrike fell asleep was different this time. He was already in the sea of ​​silence, invisible. The erosion is always around him, even if he falls asleep, he is not immune.
Invisible palms gently rubbed the shrike's head. They added hateful colors to this peaceful dream, burning away the beauty, leaving only ferocious gray.
Dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, the shrike's breathing became a little heavy, and his limbs twitched slightly, as if he was facing some formidable enemy in a dream.
The sound of rushing water came from far away, and then came the crashing of metal. They were also far away at first, but the sound gradually became sharper and clearer, as if they were approaching the shrike.
Shrike was a little bored. These things were disturbing his sleep, but he didn't know where these things came from. He ignored them and lay on the ground honestly, trying to enter a deeper dreamland.
"Wake up! Shrike!"
Someone was talking next to his ear, but Shrike couldn't hear what he was saying. He covered his ears, changed his position, and continued to sleep.
But the sound did not stop, it continued to echo around the shrike, repeating itself over and over again.
"Shrike! Shrike!"
The man kept calling until he lost all his patience and roared with a loud voice.
"Wake up! Shrike!"
Shrike woke up, only to feel a huge force. Someone dragged him up hard. When he opened his eyes, storms and thunder enveloped everything in his field of vision. The cold rain slapped his face, making him sleepy. The ground left, and the pain in the body continued to intensify.
"Shrike! Hold on!"
The familiar face roared at him, and Shrike looked over and saw rain spreading on his face, as if he was crying.
"Lan...Lancelot?"
Shrike read his name, and he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He was like a puppet, controlled by Lancelot, who forced him to stand up, and then stuffed a weapon into his hand. .
"Hold on, we can get out!"
Lancelot said again, his words were trembling, but he still spoke forcefully, as if he wanted to convince himself of this.
Shrike looked elsewhere, and now his somewhat sleepy face was filled with only fear.
He was on a huge ship, sailing from the depths of memory.
The Hornwhale was fully powered, breaking through the seawater and ice, and crushing all the demons howling in the seawater. The corpses and severed limbs splashed with the waves, and the blood stained the sea, gathering into a ball. A group of black fog, it advances all the way, unstoppable, following the trajectory from the sky.
The channel appeared, and a brilliant aurora penetrated the sky and the earth. It was so bright that even the roaring and rolling storm could not block its light. It pointed out the road sign and led the Narwhal to escape from the sea.
"Speed ​​up! That damn thing is catching up!"
Another voice sounded, and he waved his axe, easily cutting off the head of a demon, and then kicked the headless corpse into the sea.
Wearing armor and animal skins, he looked bulky, but he moved very quickly. He took out a silver revolver with his backhand and opened fire at the demon who climbed onto the deck at the other end. The sound of gunshots and thunder sounded together, shocking his mind. At the same time, the demon's head exploded into a broken mass of blood mist in an instant, and then fell into the boiling sea beneath him.
"damn it!"
Seeing Floki, all the lost memories emerged before his eyes. Shrike immediately raised his pistol and wanted to kill Floki, but was stopped by Lancelot.
"We still need him."
Lanlost said to Shrike, his face was pale, one hand was already protecting his waist and the other hand was dragging the weapon.
"But that bastard!" the Shrike growled.
"At least he is still useful now!" Lancelot covered the bullet wound in his waist and abdomen and said to Shrike, "At least we need him to take us out of the Sea of ​​Silence now!"
"But...but..."
Seeing Lancelot like this, Shrike didn't know what to say for a moment. Floki, the bastard, shot Lancelot and wounded him. If there hadn't been the current change, maybe they would all be dead now, and The Narwhal at his feet will also be usurped by Floki.
"Only the living can take revenge. If you die, there will be nothing."
Lancelot whispered to Shrike. The gunshot wound caused him to lose blood and there was not much strength left. If it weren't for the current terrible situation, Lancelot might have fallen down due to the exhaustion in his heart.
"I...I know."
Seeing this, Shrike could only hold back the hatred in his heart. He clenched the weapon in his hand and covered Lancelot's advance.
They and Floki had become enemies, but in the face of the threat of the Silent Sea, they had to unite.
"Ship doctor!"
Shrike yelled, and a ship's doctor heard the call. They rushed into the heavy rain with a medical kit, and in the shadow of a shelter from the wind, they performed simple wound treatment on Lancelot, while Shrike kept pulling the trigger. Shoot any demons that try to get close.
The ship's doctor roughly cut open the wound, took out the bullet, and stopped the bleeding and sutured Lancelot. In this situation, that was all they could do. Lancelot didn't care. He injected himself A Florund potion stood up again and took command of the scene.
"A demon crawled in along the damaged location!"
Someone shouted in the heavy rain, and then fierce gunfire came from the cabin.
"Inform them! Abandon other areas and defend the power room!"
Lancelot yelled at the soldiers, as long as the power room does not fall, the Narwhal can keep moving forward. In this case, there is no need to care about other things. Escape from this storm is the first priority. question.
Fierce gunshots continued, and the scenes in front of him flew by. Shrike felt as if he had fallen into a killing madness. All that was left in his mind was the repeated reloading and firing, with streams of fire shooting out, but he still could not stop the progress of the demons. , they were as numerous as ant colonies, covering every part of the Narwhal, gnawing at the steel with their fangs and claws, trying to drag it into the deep sea.
"It's coming! Watch for impact!"
Floki had spotted something, he screamed, and rushed to the nearest building, grabbing what he could, even hacking his ax into the steel to hold himself in place.
As he shouted, the deck suddenly became commotion again. Everyone stopped firing at the demon, and instead, like Floki, looked for the nearest bunker.
"what happened?"
Shrike woke up from the madness of the war madness at this time. He looked around with some doubts, his consciousness was a little hazy, but then he saw it.
The boiling sea surface began to swell, as if something was about to come out. Not only the people on the boat, but also the demons all followed their instincts to escape in an instant, as if something from the distant shore was about to come here.
"Shrike! What are you staring at!"
Lancelot yelled at him and threw a rope to Shrike. He instinctively grabbed the rope. The next moment, the endless sea waves were rolled up, and the rolling storm stopped for a moment. Then the rising seawater turned into heavy rain and poured, and behind the blurry water curtain, a huge dark figure appeared in front of you.
The falling aurora reflected on its body, and its pitch-black scales were like a clean mirror, refracting the light and fully revealing its terrifying and depressing figure.
It was a big snake, an extremely huge sea snake. Just the part exposed to the sea was already bigger than the Narwhal. There were complicated patterns on the scales, as if they were man-made incantations one after another. These words were so... It was so obscure that people who looked at it felt their eyes were stung by something and looked away.
A light fell, and the huge snake eyes were peeping at everyone on the ship, with blazing white fireworks floating in the beast's pupils.
Everyone who looked directly at it felt instinctive fear in their hearts. Legendary myths and reality overlapped. They became part of the story and stepped into the realm of the gods.
"A serpent entwining the courtyard."
Shrike looked at the blazing snake eyes and murmured to himself. Then the waves hit the Narwhal. In the violent shaking, some people were wailing and being thrown off the ship. Shrike was also rolling back and forth on the deck. Fortunately, he held on tightly. He held on to the rope and did not escape from the Narwhal.
"accelerate!"
Floki kept shouting that such powerless shouting could not change anything at all. As the erosion spread, communication had been interrupted. Every time he communicated with the power room, a soldier who was not afraid of death was needed to break through the demons and monsters. cabin.
But it seemed that people in the power room also saw this strange scene through the portholes. The Narwhal became restless, and it began to accelerate slowly. This time, the speed was faster than before. It followed the waves stirred up by the big snake. move forward.
The big snake is not in a hurry to attack. It is like a predator playing with its prey. It quietly observes the struggles of mortals and tastes their despair. The fear that is almost condensed spreads out from the Narwhal, which is like delicious food. The smell of alcohol stimulated the demons' sense of smell, and they let out blood-thirsty cheers and continued upward.
"Floki! What to do!"
Lancelot shouted to him. This cunning Viking seemed to be the last hope. He knew the Silent Sea far better than anyone else.
"I don't know!" Floki looked at the big snake straight into the storm with fascination, his voice full of excitement, "because I have never sailed so deep before!"
Due to the limitations of the environment and the ship, Floki was not able to cross the Silent Sea so deeply before the ironclad ship appeared in the Ice Bay. He was both afraid and happy.
"Damn it, the madman!"
Lancelot yelled angrily that he should have realized this when Floki betrayed them. After Floki usurped the Narwhal, all he had to do was drive deeper into the Silent Sea.
This was a journey with no return, and he had no intention of leaving alive.
"It's getting closer!"
Shrike climbed up from the deck in embarrassment. He saw the big snake lowered its body and leaned towards the Narwhal. In this comparison, human beings were so small. Apart from running away, Shrike could not think of any other solution.
It was also at this time that it seemed that the surviving people in the cabin could no longer suppress the fear in their hearts. They went crazy and took all the actions they could.
Fixed artillery fire.
There was a burst of dazzling fire on one side of the ship, and the remaining fixed artillery opened fire one after another. The moment the big snake approached, dozens of tons of heavy projectiles hit it hard.
The attack was effective, and the dark scales were broken one by one, revealing the scarlet flesh and blood underneath. The hot blood mixed with the cold seawater, making a sizzling sound, and then turned into a violent wind and became part of the storm.
The sound of gunfire continued, and the people dominated by fear attacked the big snake like crazy. Amidst the smoke, the big snake burst into the sky above the Narwhal.
"It's irritated!"
Lancelot said and ran towards the direction of the snake's head. With a loud bang, the snake's head hit the Narwhal hard. It plowed everything on the deck, whether it was Buildings and people were easily smashed, and the broken flesh and steel sank to the bottom of the sea one after another, enjoying the eternal silence.
It dived to the bottom of the sea again, and then rose on the other side of the Nawhal. The serpent tried to wrap its huge body around the Nawhal, thus completely strangling the ironclad ship. A pair of fire wings spread out on both sides of the ship's side, and the vibration of the wings pushed the Narwhal away from the dead ground.
The ear-piercing roar resounded, and even the sea surface trembled. The heartbeats of everyone on board accelerated due to the roar, and some people even had blood flowing out of their ears.
The speed of the big snake began to increase. It stopped playing with its prey, and saw the sea swelled again. The next moment, the snake's head hit the side of the Narwhal. The steel shattered, the structure collapsed, and a huge wound appeared on the side of the ship. Tons of seawater poured into it, and people were washed away by the seawater before they could even scream. The monsters followed the raging seawater, bringing the final death.
Shrike looked at all this blankly, he was still too naive, everyone was like this, they couldn't escape at all, facing this kind of creature that was beyond common sense, mortal steel and gunpowder had no chance of winning.
The heavy impact sounds continued, and every time the sound was heard, there would be an additional wound on the Narwhal. Its speed gradually slowed down, like a tired old man, and finally stopped, until the dark blue water completely destroyed it. buried.
……
"So ten years ago, Lancelot didn't die directly?"
Lorenzo leaned against the door and listened to Gallon's story. As expected, Shrike lied to him, at least some parts of the story he told were replaced by lies.
"I don't know. I heard this from Lord Floki," Garen said.
"Why would he say this to you?"
Lorenzo asked, although it was the same story, but through the telling of different people, their appearance had become distorted, making it impossible for people to see its true face.
"Because the Lord wants me to be prepared. He said that if nothing happens, someone will come back with that gun to take revenge on him many years later."
"Revenge? Why does it sound like Floki is quite happy to me?"
Although Gallon relayed it, Lorenzo still felt a hint of joy in the words, a strange joy.
"Because my lord also said that those who take revenge will bring new ships, ships that can explore the Silent Sea."
Garen whispered, Floki's persistence in the Sea of ​​Silence was far beyond anyone's imagination, he coughed a few times, and then continued.
"And then there's the story that follows, a story about choices."
(End of this chapter)