All this happened so suddenly, some people were still staring at the brilliant light track above their heads, some were still fighting the monsters crawling out from the bottom of the sea, and some were hiding in the shadow corners and shivering...
The complicated sounds completely destroyed the tranquility of Lonely Sea. Shrike didn't know how many people heard the bell-like gunfire, but what he knew clearly was that he clearly heard the bell, so loud, and in its playing.
All the sounds in the world seemed to fade away, and in the end only this lonely echo remained.
Lancelot's face was filled with disbelief. The blood began to spread from his chest and penetrated his entire shirt in the blink of an eye. The bullet carried huge kinetic energy and pushed him backwards.
His blood was getting colder and his heart was gradually slowing down. Lancelot had already raised the gun in his hand, but he no longer had the strength to pull the trigger, so he fell down.
A brilliant light trail was reflected in the eyes that gradually expanded, and soon there were bursts of thunder and heavy rain pouring down.
"Lancelot!"
Shrike yelled and rushed towards him. He covered Lancelot's chest and tried to save his life, but it was too late. The silver large-caliber revolver smashed Lancelot's chest.
The hole came out, and the heart was shattered in an instant. No matter how much the shrike tried to stop it with his hands, the blood still couldn't stop pouring out. It flowed to the deck and was washed away by the heavy rain, as if it had never existed.
Floki glanced contemptuously at Shrike, who was holding the corpse. His body twitched slightly, as if he was crying.
The silver revolver was raised again, but failed to snap.
The heavy rain blurred Floki's vision, and the icy cold wind gradually made the hand holding the gun lose consciousness. Perhaps it was due to erosion and other reasons. He felt that he should get closer and take good aim.
The pitch-black muzzle was pointed at the Shrike, and it slowly approached. At this moment, thunder flashed across and roared.
Almost at the same time, Shrike bounced up on the spot, and his bent knees exploded with incredible force, allowing him to move a short distance. The twitching and crying just now just paralyzed Floki. At the time when Lancelot was shot
For a moment, Shrike was thinking about how to fight back.
Shrike wants to kill all these Vikings.
But he was still too slow. The bell rang again, and the bullet easily penetrated Lancelot's body and wounded the Shrike's arm. When the Shrike took off, he dragged Lancelot's body and used it as meat.
Shield to protect yourself.
The sudden heavy rain wet the deck, and Shrike's landing was very funny. He fell to the ground holding Lancelot's body, rolled several times, and finally stopped when he hit the cabin in the bumps of the Narwhal.
Come down.
His whole body was wet, his clothes began to become heavy, and the cold touch was constantly torturing Shrike's nerves. While dragging the body, Shrike also got Lancelot's gun.
Shrike got up in embarrassment, moved quickly, and pointed the gun at Floki according to the impression in his memory, but before he could pull the trigger, the tall figure covered Shrike.
"Floki Wilgdason!"
Shrike reprimanded for pulling the trigger. This was a premeditated betrayal. Maybe these madmen had already targeted him when the Narwhal arrived in the Viking countries.
Thunder and gunfire overlapped, turning into a deafening roar.
Shrike felt an irresistible force coming from the muzzle of the gun. He was forcefully pulled to one side, and bullets were fired out one after another, disappearing into the rain.
Floki grabbed the barrel of the gun and tried to take the weapon away from Shrike, but this was the only weapon in Shrike's hand. Shrike refused to let go no matter what, and kicked Floki hard on the waist.
On the abdomen, but the armor has already been put on there.
"It's really troublesome..."
Floki whispered, and slowly drew up the battle axe. The cold edge was illuminated by the light track, and the shrike's embarrassed face was reflected on it, with raindrops streaking across it, distorting his expression into a ball.
The battle ax fell, the metal crashed, and sparks flew everywhere.
Shrike leaned against the cabin behind him, holding his bleeding arm and slowly sat down. Broken steel was scattered on the ground around him.
Floki gave him endless pressure. In such a chaotic and bumpy environment, the Viking stood firm as a rock. His steady steps seemed not to be affected by erosion at all. All of his actions came from his rationality.
judge.
"What on earth are you going to do?"
The shrike gasped, the cold air rolling in his lungs, causing sharp pains.
Anger, fear, sadness... complex emotions swirled in his mind, and the erosion everywhere acted like a catalyst, accelerating all of this and dragging Shrike's consciousness into the dark abyss.
"Same as your purpose, to figure out the secret of this lonely sea."
Floki said calmly. He had no intention of continuing to attack. After seeing Shrike give up resistance, he looked away while talking to other places.
Shrike's eyes wandered with him. At this moment, he realized that the heavy rain had blocked everyone. Many soldiers were unaware of Lancelot's death. They still insisted on fighting against the monsters at their posts...
Not only that, some soldiers also became like those Vikings, letting out bursts of war cries, looking at the demons with bloodthirsty eyes, and pouring out all their anger.
They were affected by erosion and fell into this endless killing.
In a daze, Shrike had a strange feeling, and he remembered the myths and legends that the Viking mentioned before.
Heavy rain and thunder, crazy warriors and bloodthirsty demons, all of this happened on this big ship. Under the guidance of the light track, it pressed through the ice and headed towards an unknown place.
This moment is so similar to everything described in the myth, as if the Narwhal had strayed into a divine realm at a certain moment during its voyage, and everything that happens now is part of the myth.
"We are already in the Hall of Valor."
Shrike heard Floki whisper.
It's not clear what Floki wants to express, and Shrike himself can't understand these strange beliefs and myths of the Vikings, but for some reason, Shrike has a strange empathy at this time, just like beasts of different types.
The same fear of an equally deadly predator.
Shrike felt like he was being stared at by something, and it was surrounding him.
"I don't want this either, but who told you to give up?"
Floki withdrew his gaze. He picked up the shrike and dragged him forward on the deck. He didn't know where he was taking the shrike.
"Do you know? The Vikings all call me Floki the Shipbuilder. I have spent more than thirty years traveling to all the seas in the Western world, and I have drawn every inch of the sea into my charts.
But this chart is not perfect."
"You can't go deep into the Sea of Silence," said the Shrike.
"That's right. After returning from my travels, I devoted all my energy to this mysterious sea. It's so beautiful here..." Floki stopped and looked up at the magnificent light track, "Beautiful
And very deadly.”
This is a windless place, and long ships can rely on primitive manpower to move forward, but after going deep to a certain extent, they will encounter sea areas full of ice floes, and then this is a place completely covered by ice.
Long boats cannot travel here at all. Even if they are lucky enough to reach the ice, the harsh environment is another problem for material requirements. This is a country of the dead, and there are no living fish for them to hunt, let alone here.
There is something even more frightening hidden beneath the silence.
All kinds of factors combine just right to form an insurmountable wall, blocking all those who try to step into the Silent Sea... until human technology ignites and steel ships open the channel.
"If you wanted to explore this place, we could work together."
Shrike gritted his teeth and said, conserving strength and waiting for the moment to fight back.
"Cooperation? Mutual equal strength is called cooperation. In the end, you and I will only become unilateral massacres."
Floki spoke calmly, he would not regret this decision.
"Do you think you are hiding well? It's not that I have never seen an iron-clad ship, but I have never seen such an advanced iron-clad ship, and you are from Yernweg... and you know these dead people. In your words,
They should be called monsters."
The heavy bell rang again, and Floki shot a monster that had just climbed up. Its head exploded into a ball of minced meat, which was then washed away by the heavy rain.
"The origin is mysterious, the technology is advanced, and the purpose is so clear. No one has disturbed this place for many years, but you keep chasing it."
The Viking in front of him was smarter than Shrike expected. He was more like an alert wolf than a barbarian.
"Let me guess, the secret agency maintained by the Victoria royal family? Look at you, it is more like a secret mercenary than a legion. You only obey the orders of your master."
Shrike's breathing slowed down for half a beat. He didn't expect this Viking to guess so much, but at this moment Floki's voice changed and he said mockingly.
"I'm not that smart. I just know that many years ago, a group of people went deep into the Sea of Silence, and they came out alive and returned to their own country. From then on, that country was shrouded in the glory of science and technology."
Floki turned around and saw only Shrike's face filled with anger and resentment.
"Don't you understand?" Floki was a little disappointed. "At that time, my ancestors took them deep into the Sea of Silence. They said there was great wealth there and told us to get it, but no one could do it.
Once we got there, these gradually turned into ridiculous legends."
"But it's different now."
Floki said, stopping and throwing the shrike aside.
He stood at the bow of the ship. With the turbulence, the solid ice was pushed open by the Narwhal. They moved forward unstoppably, carving out a black channel on the gray glacier land.
This was Floki's purpose. Now he has successfully usurped the Hornwhal. As the second-in-command, the first mate had already been killed by Lancelot, and Lancelot himself became one of the dead.
The rest of the soldiers stuck to their posts. Under the pressure of the demons from the outside, they had no extra time to think about anything else. The sound of gunfire and fighting continued. They were so close to the Shrike, but at this moment, the Shrike felt that they were just the same.
It's like being in a different world.
"Just for this reason?"
Shrike didn't understand a madman like Floki. In fact, he had known this madman for only a few days and hadn't even spoken to him. No one could have imagined that this Viking would betray him so quickly.
Thinking of this, Shrike stopped and looked at the Vikings around him. He was also fighting with the soldiers, and no one paid attention here at all.
I have some strange thoughts in my mind.
"This was not premeditated, it was just a spur of the moment decision."
Floki said slowly at this time, with a look of death in his eyes, he raised his silver revolver and pointed it at Shrike.
Contrary to Shrike's expectation, this was not a long-planned conspiracy, but what Floki had thought of during his brief conversation with Lancelot.
At that moment, the development of the situation appeared in Floki's mind, and it was at that time that he felt the thought of betrayal.
"This is a rare opportunity. Although I am called a shipbuilder, I can't build such a ship at all. You still have a strong country as your backing, and I... you also know that the Vikings themselves are in constant civil war.
Well, let alone other things."
In words, Floki was also extremely dissatisfied with the current situation of the Viking countries, but rather than changing the current situation of the Viking countries, what moved him more was this mysterious sea area.
"What, are you ready to kill me?"
Shrike took a deep breath, slowly moved his body, and adjusted his position. Only his arm was injured. He was thinking about how many seconds it would take him to rush to Floki.
Floki has got what he wants, he has gained control of the Narwhal. Although this guy may not know how to drive a ship, he just needs to maintain the status quo and move forward along the light track.
I should be of no use to Floki, right? Shrike's survival is just an unstable risk factor for Floki. It's not clear why he just talked so much nonsense to him, but now Shrike should be about to usher in his own death.
.
The silver muzzle of the gun was pointed at Shrike. He took a deep breath and prepared for the last fight, but suddenly the muzzle dropped again, and Floki gave up.
"On the contrary, I need you to survive, otherwise I wouldn't talk so much nonsense to you."
No one could figure out what Floki was thinking, and at this time Shrike also discovered that it seemed that he had never been in Floki's eyes. He didn't take Shrike into consideration at all.
"You're a recorder, right? I need a recorder."
Floki continued to speak, facing the strong wind and looking forward solemnly.
Countless demons have awakened from the deep sea. They are squeezing each other, building up as high as a hill, and trying to climb onto the deck. The threat of death united the soldiers and Vikings, and the soldiers fired at the bottom.
, the Vikings chopped down the monsters that climbed up.
Shrike looked at all this. The colorful light above his head fell down, like the radiance of stars, illuminating everyone's face. The colorful faces twisted into ferocious looks, and they devoted themselves to the crazy killing.
This made Shrike shudder.
The Narwhal is like a dying old man. It is being pulled by countless monsters. There is unfathomable darkness in the deep sea below. No one knows how many monsters are looking at this lonely ship thirsty for blood.
Lone ship!
Shrike got up suddenly. He ignored Floki's threat and ran to the edge of the fence. He looked behind the Narwhal. The heavy rain was violent, but the colorful light track illuminated the entire sea area, and the blurred vision became
It was clear, so Shrike saw the blazing fire behind him.
The armored ship Narwhal was not the only one that entered the Silent Sea. In order to transport supplies, two cargo ships followed the Narwhal. But now those cargo ships were buried in the blazing fire. Only the Narwhal was fully armed.
There was only one ship, and they were sinking slowly, and the brilliant firelight illuminated those ferocious shadows.
The demons were like a colony of ants, eating away at the steel corpse and slowly dragging it into the deep sea. The shrike also saw a survivor escaping onto the ice. His figure staggered and fled tiredly. A withered
The palm of his hand broke through the ice, grabbed his leg and dragged him under the water.
Shrike didn't dare to look any further.
"This sea is cursed and has magic power. In your words, it is what is called erosion."
Floki seemed to be used to this, and he looked straight ahead, at the end of the light track.
"Do you know us Vikings? When we enter a windless land and the ship cannot sail, we will sacrifice a brave warrior to the gods, and his blood will flow into the sea, and the gods will hear
Our call brings wings to ride the wind."
Floki has stepped into the Sea of Silence countless times and returned countless times. After a long period of bloodshed, he has gradually figured out some rules in the Sea of Silence.
"Is this a...sacrifice?"
Shrike stared at Floki with his eyes widened.
"I guess so."
Floki didn't know that the gods were too illusory. He raised the muzzle of his gun and pointed it at the bottom of the Narwhal, and then pointed at the far end of the sky.
"We are left with only two choices now, either die here or get there."
Floki said as he looked into the unknown.
Furious blood filled Shrike's chest. At this moment, Floki turned his back to him, looking at the beautiful land in the distance, while Shrike asked in a hissing voice.
"What exactly is there?"
Shrike couldn't understand. Everything that happened tonight was too fast and too sudden for him. His original world was torn to pieces almost in an instant.
Before being incorporated into the operation, Shrike had only seen a few monsters, and only a handful of monsters died in his hands. But now he fell into hell in an instant. The strange things that once frightened him are here
There are so many of them, they wake up from the deep sea, scratching the Narwhal, as if they want to drag the Narwhal into the deep sea, or they seem to pick up the Narwhal and push it to the end of the light track.
"What's there?" Hearing Shrike's question, Floki was stunned and smiled helplessly, "I don't know either."
"have no idea!"
Shrike yelled, he felt like he was being tricked. Floki had done so much, but he didn't even know what his purpose was. This was ridiculous.
The uncontrollable roar exposed Shrike's actions. While roaring, he also took advantage of the situation to launch an attack. Floki turned his back to him, and being paralyzed by conversation, he stabbed out the broken steel in his hand.
It was a cut-off gun barrel that Shrike had secretly hidden before. He held the barrel with his palm and stabbed Floki with the sharp edge.
Thunder and heavy rain became his best cover. Rather than knowing what was at the end of the light track, Shrike wanted to kill Floki in front of him and avenge everyone.
Only the howling wind was heard, and Floki's face was illuminated by thunder.
In the previous negotiations, Shrike, as a recorder, had always stayed far away, and the battle just now was also blurred by the rain. When he was approaching Floki infinitely, Shrike could really see his appearance clearly.
It was a weather-beaten face, with scars between the beard and the skin folded together by the years, but the pupils were as clear as gems.
Floki turned around suddenly, his wrist armor resisted Shrike's thrust, and then grabbed Shrike's hand. It felt like it was clamped by pliers. Shrike was dragged up, and Floki raised his knee and hit him hard.
Shrike's belly.
Shrike screamed and retched his stomach juices, and Floki held the silver revolver in his other hand and slammed his elbow hard on Shrike's arched back.
It felt like being struck sideways with a hammer, and the Shrike fell to the deck, curled up, and shaking in pain.
"I won't kill you."
Floki repeated it again, but this time he gave his reasons.
"Many years ago, we Vikings would hire some bards when we went to war. We might die in battle, but what is more precious is that we need someone to pass on our bravery."
"You think I'd be your bard?"
Shrike endured the pain and got up again. He didn't have much chance of winning against Floki. He also hoped for other soldiers, but now the crazy erosion was devouring everyone.
"You will," Floki said sarcastically. "Not only that, you must remember all the details of this moment. Only in this way can you go back to work, right?"
Floki had thought everything out and was cunning, but the next moment he shouted excitedly.
"This is a scene that only exists in myths, and we are all honored to be part of the myths now... I need someone to record all of this, take it out and tell it to others."
Floki smiled, this time he smiled from the bottom of his heart, with a ferocious expression like a wolf.
"Does it matter whether the light ends at the end of the track?"
He spoke calmly.
"Like those first navigators, when they charted the sea, did they ever think about what was there?"
Floki seemed to be asking Shrike, but it seemed like he was talking to himself.
"No, no, it doesn't matter what is there at all. If I have to give a reason, it's just because there is a vacancy there on the chart, that's enough!
Floki laughed loudly, he had not been so happy for a long time.
"Full speed ahead!"
he shouted.
Brilliant light shines on the cold earth. It looks at everyone and paints everyone's face into a gorgeous starry sky. Nameless songs are carried in the wind, making people indulge in a beautiful fight.
Blood and corpses fell into the deep sea, offering devout sacrifices to the gods, and a huge shadow squirmed under the ice until it covered the entire Hornwhal.