Embers of Embers

Chapter 563 Courage
Strong winds and cold rain poured into the messy command room. Under the attack of demons, the place was almost turned into ruins. Fortunately, the main functions were not destroyed. Floki controlled the blood-stained steering wheel and made Chenhui advance. The ship moved forward on this stormy sea.
Garen fell to the side. Due to his ankle injury, it was difficult for him to move long distances. Therefore, under Floki's order, only Clough and Seleu left the place along the broken long ladder, while Garen was left behind. Floki is accompanied here on this final journey.
Looking at the stooped but tall figure, the fear in Garen's heart disappeared. He clenched the folding knife scattered aside, preparing to deal with the danger that might break out.
Floki stood at the wheel, facing the storm.
This turbulent sea brings only endless fear to people, but in Floki's eyes, it is so beautiful, like a golden wheat field, which makes people intoxicated.
Floki has devoted his whole life to the exploration of the Silent Sea. In order to build a large ship that can go deep into the Silent Sea, he fully supports the establishment of the Bingbing Bay Shipyard, allowing trade between the territories, and greedily plundering wealth , thus creating one larger armored ship after another.
Because of these many reasons, Floki is actually very good at controlling armored ships, even the unfamiliar Morning Glory Advance beneath him.Floki began to learn this even after escaping the Narwhal alive.
"Old friend..."
Floki whispered.
The giant python of the world poked its body out of the stormy sea fog, and the rusty Narwhal sailed out of the wind and waves.
For a moment, Floki felt like he was back ten years ago. He was still trapped in that seemingly endless storm. Everything he had experienced in the past ten years was just a short-lived dream.
Nothing has changed, the only thing that has changed is himself.
The majestic body became rickety, the strong muscles began to wither and shriveled, the gray hair hung down messily, and he was in a miserable state, and his body still smelled of urine, but his eyes were still bright, and the soul hidden in them was full of enthusiasm.
"Sir...Lengbingwan..."
Seeing Floki's revival, Garen finally recovered from his ecstasy, and then poured out his sorrow.
"Don't be sad, Garen. At least you don't have to worry about Lingbing Bay."
Floki stared straight ahead, his eyes never moving.
During the long days affected by erosion, Floki dreamed that he was wandering on this silent sea, this empty and silent sea.
Sometimes he could see everything in the world from the reflection on the sea, and sometimes the rising breeze would carry people's words.
During this journey, Floki fell into madness, but he was very aware of what was happening around him, the battle of Lingbing Bay, the fighting of monsters, the march of Lonely Sea...
Floki knew exactly what the situation was like. He had nothing to fear and nothing to cling to.
"Although these words may seem cruel to you, that's the truth."
Floki held the steering wheel, and the cold wind gradually made him lose consciousness. However, his gradually alienated body burst out with extremely powerful vitality, allowing him to stand firm in it.
"The Ice Bay is of no value to me, Garleon."
Garen felt that his breathing had stopped and his pupils were stiff.
"What has always driven me is this mysterious sea... Whether it's Lingbing Bay, the shipyard, or everything else, it's all just for now."
Floki was in a wonderful mood.
Garen's breathing became a little rapid. Listening to Floki's cruel words, he felt that his mind was about to be torn apart. This was far more disgusting than the erosion of demons.
The things he sticks to and the things he clings to are just Floki's tools, tools to achieve his goals.
Floki never cared about territorial power. All the time, all he thought about was the Sea of ​​Silence.
Or... that chart that has not yet been completed.
Floki clenched his pocket knife slightly. He could feel the breath behind him, Garen's complicated emotions, and more things that were difficult to describe clearly.
At last there was a sigh.
Garen stood up with a folding knife, looking downcast, but with a bright light in his eyes.
"You gave me a second chance. If this is what you want, then this is mine."
He gripped the twisted steel to steady himself, holding the folding knife in his other hand, guarding Floki's side.
Floki laughed loudly, not caring about his deformed body.
"Holmes! That's just a beast! It only follows instinct and has no wisdom at all!"
Lorenzo on the deck heard Floki's response, and it was similar to his guess. The sea snakes in front of him were just like the watchmen, without any wisdom at all, but only laws that acted under certain rules.
[Adjust the hull and I will bombard it with Ascalon. 】
Lorenzo's voice rang in Floki's mind. Both of them were similar lunatics, and there was no need for any extra words. Floki immediately controlled the steering of the Dawn Advance, and Lorenzo was also the first to do so. Time controls the Black Angel to run wildly on the deck.
[Everyone looks for cover. 】
While running wildly, Lorenzo issued orders to all survivors.
At this moment, the battle is no longer something that mortals can participate in. This is a war between false gods. They are like knights sprinting towards each other on the duel field. Both sides set up heavy lances, waiting for the moment when they cross each other Separate life and death.
Ascalon is Lorenzo's lance. The collision angle of the Blood Shark successfully opened a large hole in the sea snake's body. The terrifying vitality revived in it, but in order to heal such a terrifying injury, it still needs For a long time, this was Lorenzo's chance.
As long as Ascalon can accurately hit the wound and penetrate the sea serpent's torso, Lorenzo can take advantage of its weakness to carry out the [Gap] invasion.
Invade the [gap] of the false gods, invade the [gap] of the watchers.
Lorenzo tried not to think any further. He had no idea what kind of situation he would encounter.
For the sea snake, he also has the opportunity to destroy the Morning Glory Advance. As long as he releases the waterfall-like stream of light again, the extreme temperature will easily evaporate the Morning Glory Advance into nothingness.
Taking the Blood Shark as an example, nothing can survive under it and everything will fall into nothingness.
Lorenzo only had one chance to fire. After one shot, even if he didn't die in the stream of light, the others would not be spared.
It is the ultimate temperature, issuing burning orders to all things, and holding the power of death.
The ultimate expression of power Michael.
"Then let's take a gamble..."
Lorenzo whispered.
The black angel leaped high, leaped onto the hook in the gust of wind, and swung it with the strength of the original sin armor. At the same time, Lorenzo opened his eyes on the hanging tower.
He controlled the technician on top of the hanging tower and quickly manipulated it to make the hanging tower start to move again. It was hit by the broken ice in the previous furious waves, and the mechanical arm and bracket were slightly distorted, but fortunately It can still keep running. Lorenzo doesn't need them to hold on for too long, as long as he can move Ascalon's barrel.
The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the sea, and Lorenzo needed to raise its inclination so that it could hit the sea snake at an angle.
The Sea Serpent has already started taking action above the sea. With the Blood Shark completely destroyed, it regards the Morning Glory Advance as its next target. However, just like playing with its prey, the Sea Serpent is not in a hurry to destroy the Morning Glory Advance, but slowly destroys the Morning Glory Advance. Moving forward, he slowly tortured the poor prey and vented his anger.
In order to achieve his goal, Lorenzo used the [gap] to shuttle and move continuously, which put a great burden on his consciousness and also allowed him to discover some interesting things while spreading erosion.
"Epidemic doctor! You are not dead!"
Lorenzo yelled, his voice echoing in the [gap], communicating.
The cold sea water boiled completely as the light rose, and the water temperature was terrifyingly high.
The epidemic doctor was struggling in the boiling water. He looked in terrible shape. He had lost 30.00% of his flesh and blood. His bones were hanging among the scarlet flesh. He relied entirely on his tentacles to securely bind himself to the sea snake's scales. on the body, greedily sucking the hot blood to keep itself alive.
"Almost died."
The epidemic doctor responded.
At the moment when the white light rose, Lorenzo's host body was directly evaporated into fine dust. The epidemic doctor was not much better. In an instant, most of his body was burned into nothingness by the high temperature.
Fortunately, Power Yanar manifested in his body, a strong vitality burst out, and the scarlet tentacles weaved red eggs, which rapidly proliferated to resist burning.
Even so, the epidemic doctor was still severely injured. He parasitized himself on the sea snake to regain his strength and reorganized the body's organs bit by bit. It was not until a few minutes ago that he grew his eyes again and could see the light again.
"Holmes! This damn thing is not a sea snake!"
The rapid shouting exploded in Lorenzo's ears, and Lorenzo could actually feel the fear of the epidemic doctor in it.
"What did you say!"
Lorenzo didn't know what the doctor was talking about. He returned to his body again, and the Black Angel dragged the hook to fish up Ascalon's barrel.
This time, he didn't need to switch back and forth laboriously. The pendant started on its own, hoisted the gun barrel, and placed it on the raised cabin and ruins.
It was the technician who hadn't had time to evacuate. He controlled the crane and gave Lorenzo a thumbs up.
Lorenzo didn't know his name. At this distance, the strong wind and rain obscured his vision. Lorenzo couldn't even see his face clearly, and he didn't have time to say any words of thanks. The roar of the epidemic doctor sounded again.
"See for yourself!"
As the words fell, Lorenzo could feel the passage being opened.
The [gap] of the epidemic doctor opened up, and he welcomed Lorenzo.
For a moment, Lorenzo didn't know what to do. The great enemy of the Epidemic Doctor actually launched a [gap] against him so easily. Lorenzo even wondered if there was any conspiracy, and even said that the Epidemic Doctor was really Or an epidemic doctor?
What happened during those few minutes of missing contact.
"Leave this to me, Lorenzo!"
After hesitation, another familiar voice sounded.
Lorenzo looked at the figure emerging from the lift with a somewhat surprised expression.
"Can you?"
"If you mean protecting Ascalon, I can still do that."
The sound rang out from under the weapons division's armor, and Shrike stepped onto the battlefield again.
Looking at the Weapon Master who was activated again, Lorenzo realized that this time the Weapon Master had removed all its weapons and only retained a few sharp sword blades. Its figure looked a little thin, like an outlaw at the end of his life. .
The shrike's face inside the armor was a bit ferocious, and he was seriously injured, but after entering the armor, the demon's flesh and blood coexisted with him. They were infecting the shrike, but they were also healing him.
This was a gift from the devil, something Shrike should have refused, but for the sake of a greater goal, he was willing to accept it.
"I want to do more and play more value."
Shrike murmured, it was probably this mentality that supported him to drive the weapon master again.
His life not only belonged to himself, but also belonged to those who died to save him. For these huge wishes, Shrike went willingly.
Lan Jade could only watch Shrike leave. The proportion of demon flesh and blood in the third-generation armor was pitifully small, and she could not use demon flesh and blood to maintain her own life. Therefore, she was injured and could only hide under their protection in agony. .
"Hybold!"
Shrike shouted again. He didn't know why he called Hebold, but he felt that this guy was nearby.
Highbold is a very reliable tool, and at this time there should be more such tools, the better.
The scene was silent for a few minutes, and Heibald cursed secretly in the shadows. He grabbed the thermite rifle and a folding knife, and gave instructions to Seleu and Clough who were hiding behind him.
"Listen to Lorenzo and stay under this cover."
Seliu nodded obediently, but he was not sure how much Heibald had listened to. During the time they spent together, he had realized that this little girl was not as quiet as she appeared.
Clough on the side also nodded vigorously, but was grabbed by Highbould.
"That doesn't include you! You come with me!"
Kradu's face turned pale immediately. He finally escaped from this hellish battlefield and stepped into hell again. It took more than ordinary courage.
Haybold also understood Clough's fear, and he immediately threatened.
"Are you going to back down? God Odin will laugh at you."
Clough is not a fanatical believer, but Odin still has a certain influence in his heart, and even if these are not involved, being afraid of war is considered a shame for the Vikings.
"And what about her?"
Clough suddenly pointed at Seleu again.
"She's not a Viking, she doesn't believe this."
Listening to Hebold's words, Clough felt like he had been deceived. No one could have imagined that he would realize the falseness of his faith today, at this time, but before he could say anything, Hebold said again.
"Enough people have died for us today. Do you want to be a coward?"
Heibald glanced at the weapons master who was struggling to advance. He remembered the miserable situation of Shrike. It was Heibald who carried him to the medical cabin. Logically speaking, Shrike should hide there honestly, waiting for victory or death, but now He's back here again.
Turning his head, Clough was stunned. He and Hebold looked at each other. It was also at this time that he noticed Hebold's state.
Haybold's body was stained with blood, his eyes were filled with fear of death, and the hand holding the folding knife could not help but tremble.
Heibald was afraid, and he was also afraid of fighting. He finally crawled out of hell, and he didn't want to return to this ghost place even more than Clough.
"Why... why?"
Clough didn't understand. He could just pretend not to hear. This kind of battlefield was no longer a place for mortals to join, so why would he go back?
"Because he called me."
Haybold said, walking out into the drizzle of rain.
(End of this chapter)