Embers of Embers

Chapter 572 Reincarnation Iteration
This is the giant ship Najirfa sailing towards the end of the world. It is full of ghosts and monsters. They are sailing towards the end of the world, bringing disaster and extinction.
Everything is proceeding like the myths of the Vikings. The only difference is that there are still ordinary people on this giant ship who know nothing about it. They are the main force of the ship, and the so-called ghosts and monsters are only a minority. , and now Lorenzo is going to take the madman and the mortals to death together.
Floki was still intoxicated in his crazy imagination, looking up at the bright stars, looking forward to conquering this last vacancy.
The epidemic doctor longed for the moment to witness the truth. The flesh and blood on his body squirmed like a swarm of snakes, and his scarlet eyes observed the expressions of others, just like bystanders enjoying the performance.
Watson had a cold face. As an ascendant, she is truly a being comparable to the gods, a false god who came to the world.
Shrike remained silent. He clenched his fists and kept his gaze on Floki. Hatred and madness supported his anger.
Lorenzo's eyes swept across their faces one by one, looking at these full of madmen, he sighed deeply, as if he had made some decision, but he did not say it at the moment.
The ship's doctor who arrived took Seliu away, and the temperature continued to drop. Not only Seliu, but others also developed symptoms, and some were also troubled by erosion.
Fortunately, after these few battles, there were very few survivors on the ship. Even if someone was affected by the erosion and turned into a monster, it was still within control.
When the ship's doctor said this, Lorenzo could also feel the change in his expression. Although he tried to remain calm, there was still a trace of madness in his final words.
"The more people die, the more resources are left..."
The ship's doctor's eyes flashed with greed, and he left after saying that.
The firelight in the furnace rose and fell, reflecting on the bodies of several people, rising and falling.
"What do you think? Lorenzo." Watson asked at this time.
Lorenzo nodded and said slowly.
"This is not a journey that never returns. No matter what, someone needs to survive and bring the stories here back."
Just like when Floki kept the Shrike alive, someone needs to know what happened here. If they fail, perhaps a larger and stronger ship will arrive here someday in the distant future.
Others did not react much to Lorenzo's words, and they themselves did not care about them.
For them, this voyage is a one-way ticket, and no one thinks about the return trip. No matter what Lorenzo chooses, as long as they can move on, no one cares.
"With the loss of the hull, the consumption of resources, and the invasion of erosion, if we continue to move forward like this, we may reach the end of the world, but what is certain is that we will stay there forever."
Lorenzo said and looked at Floki.
"You should know this, shipbuilder Floki, this sea of ​​silence is a barrier after another. It is completely isolated from mortal prying eyes in various factors. Even if someone penetrates deep into it, it will be difficult to return. I can only keep the secret here forever."
"what happened?"
Floki asked. He could feel the change in Lorenzo. Unlike these madmen who had nothing, Lorenzo cared about something.
"If we keep driving, more and more people will die from erosion and cold, and we need to stop," Lorenzo said.
"What do you mean?"
Floki's expression immediately turned cold, and the doctor beside him also changed slightly.
This doomsday giant ship is full of monsters. Now they can live in harmony on the ship, bound by the same purpose. But now this purpose has diverged, and the monsters have spread their fangs and claws.
"I need the survival of the Morning Glory Advance and these crew members. If we continue to move forward and break the ice, the temperature will be lower. The channel we broke will be frozen, and we will be trapped and die here," Lorenzo said his own idea.
Lacquer, antimony and Florund potions are not endless, nor are armored ships unsinkable.
Lorenzo can feel the changes in the strength of the erosion. The deeper you go, the more terrifying the power becomes. At first, people may be able to use Florund potion to maintain it, but this is just an illusion. The madness has not receded, it will only slowly rise. , until mortals can no longer support it.
"Let the Morning Glory Advance stay here. Faced with the erosion, the crew has no ability to resist. If we continue to move forward, we will only die in vain. It is better for us to disembark and go on foot."
Lorenzo's eyes were clear, he had already made his decision.
Go on foot.
After Lorenzo finished speaking, he stood up and glanced at the white land in the distance.
Extreme cold and erosion, walking in this environment is simply a fantasy, mortals will easily die in it, but this time Lorenzo feels that such a decision has some hope.
This harsh environment is only for mortals, but Lorenzo is not a mortal.
"Me, Doctor Epidemic, Watson and Floki, we are the only stubborn guys going forward alone. What do you think?"
"Is that so? I don't care. I'm very good at adapting."
The Plague Doctor waved his hand. After knowing Lorenzo's purpose, he was relieved a lot. The Plague Doctor even felt that getting rid of these useless mortals might have a greater chance of success, and he himself was not afraid of erosion. With the severe cold, Might Yanar gave him a near-immortal body.
Watson did not speak, but just nodded towards Lorenzo. She had no physical existence, and the harsh environment could not threaten her at all, not to mention that she was on Lorenzo's side.
Floki was silent for a few seconds, and finally he could only nod, agreeing to everything.
"Then let's get ready, this is our last time on board."
Lorenzo said to the others, and the meeting ended peacefully.
Floki stood up and passed by the shrike in the wheelchair. Then he stopped and turned around to look at the guy in the wheelchair whose appearance was difficult to distinguish.
"Well done, Shrike, you've shown your worth."
Floki smiled, recognizing the Shrike.
The figure in the wheelchair could be seen trembling, Shrike's eyes were red, Lancelot's pale face flashed in the rising fireworks, and the hand that once pulled the trigger could not stop shaking.
【kill him. 】
【kill him. 】
【kill him. 】
The dead souls whispered in his ears, their voices getting louder and louder.
Floki did not move, but stayed in place. He knew the inner struggle of Shrike and looked at his back expectantly, waiting for Shrike's madness and rage.
But there was nothing after that. Shrike finally calmed down and said calmly.
"get out."
Floki was stunned. He wanted to say something, but found that no matter what he said, it was a bit ridiculous.
After taking a deep look at Shrike's back, it was hard to imagine that the furious guy had turned into this. He turned around and disappeared into the darkness silently.
Shrike took a long breath, as if he wanted to spit out all the resentment and anger of the past ten years. He coughed a few times and his breath became even more depressed.
"I'm okay, I'm not disappointed."
Lorenzo walked to Shrike's side and heard Shrike speak weakly.
"Those voices...these voices are so annoying."
Shrike reluctantly raised his head and gave Lorenzo an ugly smile.
Shrike adhered to his principles from beginning to end. He was a soldier, a high-ranking knight of the purge agency. He obeyed orders and even gave up his roaring and burning anger.
This was not an easy choice. Fortunately, under the erosion and hatred, Shrike came to his senses.
Lorenzo nodded and said with praise.
"You are the only selfless one among us, Shrike."
These are words from the heart.
Lorenzo had already felt the Shrike's fluctuations. Once he really listened to the dark voice, perhaps at that moment, Shrike's body would start to alienate and try to kill Floki.
Reaching out his hand, Lorenzo comforted the shrike.
They are all paranoid selfish ghosts, Doctor is for his truth, Floki is for his charts, and as for Lorenzo...
He didn't know whether his reason was to let the crew survive or to let Seleu survive. Sometimes Lorenzo also reflected on this. Is it the mortal world he wanted to save, or the world where his friends survived?
Lorenzo thinks it should be the latter. What he hopes to save is the world where Seleu and the others exist. This sounds a bit selfish, but Lorenzo thinks it's not bad.
He never felt that he was a good person. Saving the world was too sacred and distant to him. Such selfish reasons were more in line with his heart.
Right, that is it.
"You are my friend too, Shrike."
Lorenzo said, the words were a little incomprehensible, and the shrike didn't know what he was talking about, and then he felt a cold touch on his head.
The crown of holy silver was worn on Shrike's head. This thing can isolate the invasion of the [gap]. A kind of psychological comfort and blessing for friends.
The ship's doctor came over. They pushed the wheelchair and took Shrike back to the medical cabin. In just a few minutes, only Lorenzo Watson and the epidemic doctor were left here.
"If the ice continues to thicken, our speed will soon slow down, and then it will be time for us to disembark and walk."
Lorenzo said to the epidemic doctor.
"Is there anything else you need? Take care of it quickly, we might never come back."
The Plague Doctor thought for a while and walked over slowly. After this period of rest and recovery, thanks to Quan Neng Yanar, the wound caused by the sea snake on him was almost completely healed. This is also the pillar for the Plague Doctor to continue moving forward, like Few things could kill a monster like him.
"I do have some things to deal with."
The epidemic doctor said as he looked towards the bow of the ship, and bursts of snow dust were thrown up.
"How much further can we go?"
"A few hours, or a few days, who knows? If possible, I want to stop and start as soon as possible. The deeper we go, the harder it will be for mortals to resist... There is no need for them to die in vain with us." Lorenzo said .
"Ok."
The plague doctor nodded and walked into the darkness.
Lorenzo and Watson looked at each other. They were the only ones left here, and the two slowly leaned closer to each other.
"What do you think is ahead? Watson."
Lorenzo asked with a heavy heart.
This voyage was too heavy, and Lorenzo's friends fell one after another. Now Lorenzo only has Watson, and only she, who is more than a mortal, can accompany Lorenzo on this final journey. , which made Lorenzo no longer so panicked.
"The truth, all the truth."
Watson took Lorenzo's hand and encouraged his old friend.
They had come a long way, from the night of Advent to the end of the world, and it was so long.
Lorenzo took a long breath and lowered his head. The severe cold came faster than he expected. The deck was already covered with a light layer of hoarfrost, which grew around the metal and froze everything.
He was ready to continue the interrupted conversation.
"Watson, what exactly is underneath the Well of Sublimation?"
Lorenzo had not continued the conversation when the others had been there, but now that they were alone, Lorenzo wanted to know the answer.
"We, or rather, we were."
Watson didn't hide anything and answered Lorenzo's question directly.
"Lorenzo, everything in [Baptism of God's Favor] really existed. This is not some illusory dream, it is actually..."
"It's a [gap], an extremely huge [gap], an extremely complete [gap]. It's like another real world. Countless people have used their memories to build that great place together."
Lorenzo told all this before Watson did, and Watson looked a little surprised.
"Some people saw a short story from it, some saw a few books, some gained some knowledge, and some browsed the beauty of the entire world... This is the source of dreams."
Lorenzo continued.
"When I invaded Him, I saw the former Temple of Stasis. I have had this idea since then. Is this really true?"
Lorenzo was in a very calm mood. In his opinion, such a result was more normal and reasonable. After all, all the demon hunters were connected to the [Gap] from the beginning. It is the root of all demon hunters and the source of secret blood. .
"That [gap] records our past, our past era, the era before reincarnation and iteration."
I thought I would be in a surging mood, but at this moment, Watson's mood was just like Lorenzo's, extremely calm.
"Then why did it become like this?"
Lorenzo murmured to himself, recalling the magnificent world he had seen, how powerful and great it was, but in the end it died, and in the constant reincarnation and iteration, he became Lorenzo The world we are familiar with.
Watson didn't answer, and after a brief silence, she said.
"You'll know...just go say goodbye."
(End of this chapter)