He seemed to be lying somewhere, with unbearable pain all over his body, as if a colony of ants were eating away at his body, followed by a bone-chilling cold, and his breathing became suppressed, as if he was on the verge of life and death.
My consciousness was a little cloudy, and even thinking became difficult. I tried to move my body, but for some reason my body became so heavy that it was difficult to move even a little bit, as if it was frozen together by the cold.
"Many things are corresponding, like light and darkness, life and death, human despicability and virtue."
The man said incomprehensible words and stood in front of him. His figure was so tall that it almost blocked all the light, leaving only a dark shadow covering his field of vision.
Who is he? What is he talking about?
It's hard for the chaotic consciousness to think about these things. The cold death is threatening itself. Apart from trembling, it seems that it can't do anything.
"So will you be despicable for the sake of a greater desire, or will you stick to your own bottom line and choose virtue?"
The man squatted down, his face shrouded in an unknown darkness. He stuffed something cold into his hand, and then let out a frightening laugh.
"The time has come to test you, Shrike."
After a brief period of silence, bell-like gunshots rang out.
…
Shrike opened his eyes suddenly, as if waking from a nightmare, his pupils were bloodshot, staring at the darkness above his head.
Taking a deep breath, the heavy breathing continued, he put his hand on his chest, and he could feel an obvious beating sensation in the palm of his hand.
He slowly sat up and leaned against the wall, cold sweat streaking across the tip of his nose. He slowly covered his face with his other hand and let out a low growl.
Shrike hasn't had nightmares for a long time, let alone dreaming about these things. They should have been buried in the deepest part of his memory, but it may have been the reason for this operation that gave these dead people the opportunity to dig their graves.
He tried hard to regain his composure. Gradually, his violent heartbeat gradually calmed down. He lowered his hands covering his face. He looked terrible.
His hair was stuck to his face with cold sweat, and his collar was completely wet. Shrike stretched out his hand and tried to touch something, but he came up empty.
For a moment, he became nervous again, and his heart, which had finally calmed down, began to beat hard. He rolled out of bed, lifted the quilt, and searched everywhere but couldn't find the thing. Just when he was panicking, the shrike was hit by a touch of silver.
Light attracts.
"So...you are here."
Shrike took a long breath, stretched out his hand to hold the silver revolver on the table, sat on the chair, and stroked it carefully, as if the weapon in his hand was some kind of treasure.
The fingers clenched tightly, and the joints were slightly white, as if they were holding on to their own lives. The shrike could not let go of it.
"For whom the bell tolls."
Shrike whispered and paused. He looked at the time and found that it would be dawn in a few hours. He had no intention of sleeping in this situation.
He opened the drawer and saw dozens of copper-yellow bullets rolling inside the drawer, mixed with some carving tools.
Take out a bullet at random. Their shape is different from the regular bullets on the market. These are special bullets from the Perpetual Pump. They use strong cypress iron. In their words, this bullet can be easily shot.
It penetrates the flesh and blood, shatters the bones together, and kills with one blow.
There are a lot of special ammunition like this in the warehouse, and the Perpetual Pump was very generous for this operation.
The heavy rain outside the porthole window was still there, with thunder streaking from time to time. Shrike remembered that it was like this outside before he fell asleep, as if the Dawn Advance had stayed in place and hadn't moved at all.
In the tranquility, you can hear the noise coming from under your feet. The steam turbine of the Morning Glory Advance has never stopped working. They have been moving, but they were closely pursued by the storm.
Shrike turned the bullet in his hand, and under the light of the lightning, he could see what was engraved on the surface of the bullet case.
It's a line of characters, a person's name.
As the cabin shook, the copper-yellow bullets in the drawer collided and rolled with each other, and the name was engraved on the surface of the bullet case, just like the bullet in Shrike's hand.
In the crisp sound, the bullets called out that name with a metallic tone.
Floki Wilgdarson.
Open the magazine, mechanically launch it on the ground, fasten it, raise the revolver, and point it toward the porthole.
This was a rage that lasted for ten years. Shrike was so eager to see Floki again that he imagined the meeting countless times. He would put the gun into his mouth and pull the trigger.
Right, that is it.
Miaoshuyuan miaoshuyuan.com Shrike glanced at the waves outside the porthole with his death knell. The violent waves vaguely painted Floki's face. He stared at this face and placed his index finger on the trigger.
"Boom!"
Shrike said softly.
The next moment, a roaring explosion responded to the Shrike, and a stream of scorching light was reflected in his eyes. It penetrated the waves and directly hit the Morning Glory Advance. The violent vibration overturned the Shrike, and the copper-yellow bullets rattled.
It made a loud noise, fell out of the drawer, and rolled all over the floor.
Shrike stared blankly at the darkness above his head. This sudden change stunned him. He slowly raised the death knell. He looked at the revolver in his hand with a weird expression, until the piercing siren broke him out of the weird hallucination.
Fished it out.
It was an enemy attack, not Shrike's shot from the void that shattered the waves.
"Shrike! Rush to the command room immediately after hearing this!"
The radio sounded in the corridor, and it was Lorenzo's voice. Judging from the eager tone, it was serious this time.
The shrike's professionalism was still there. He didn't stop, quickly put on his clothes and opened the hatch.
…
a few minutes ago.
Lorenzo was sitting in the command room. The heavy rain washed away his vision over and over again. The whole world seemed to be swept into the storm, leaving only gray everything.
Lan Jade was originally on duty today, but after what Seliu did, Lorenzo tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep no matter what. There was nothing to do on the ship, so he took Lan Jade's place.
Anyway, demon hunters are full of energy, so staying up all night wouldn't affect Lorenzo. He just sat down and observed his surroundings from time to time.
To be honest, Lorenzo quite liked this state. The room was filled with cool sea breeze and the natural music shocked his mind.
Everything was harmonious until the ironclad ship broke through the sea.
Modern technology is gradually improving, but there has not been much progress in early warning and observation. Even though iron-clad ships have begun to traverse the sea, the navigation method is still very primitive, let alone early warning.
When Lorenzo saw the ironclad ship in the command room, it was already very close to the Morning Glory Advance under the cover of the storm. The thick steam was driven away by the strong wind before it spread, and the thunder covered up the roar of the engine.
, the waves dragged them to arrive silently.
It's like a steady assassin, looking for an opportunity to strike a fatal blow, and now it's here.
In such harsh conditions, it is very difficult for artillery to hit, and the opponent knows this, so they only launch artillery fire when they are so close.
Lorenzo had no time to react. The blazing fire flashed past, and then the Dawn Advance began to shake violently.
"what happened?"
Lorenzo was shaking in the captain's cabin because of the shock. He never imagined that he would be attacked in this situation. He knew that there were still a large number of pirate remnants in the Viking countries, but he remembered that he was sailing on the high seas now.
They haven't even reached the waters of the Viking countries yet.
Or... the pirates are also involved? These are a group of pirates who can't survive in the Viking countries, so they come to the high seas to rob? Then they are too good at choosing their time!
What's worse is that Lorenzo can't figure out how he encountered these pirates. With current technology, searching for a ship that is not within sight on the sea basically depends on luck. Most pirate robberies are
It was a plunder along a fixed channel, but in order to keep a low profile, the Morning Glory Advance did not follow a fixed channel at all.
Or was it really so unlucky that he was discovered by a group of passing pirates?
Then this can be considered a group of very courageous pirates.
Thinking of this, Lorenzo glanced at the roaring waves and storms, and plundered under such circumstances. He really couldn't understand whether these pirates were crazy because of poverty.
But who cares?
Lorenzo's expression became fierce. He steadied his figure and pulled the alarm, and the harsh sound echoed throughout the Morning Glory Advance.
These pirates had no idea who they were messing with.
…
The Black Fang was lifted high by the waves, like a leaping swordsman slashing at the Morning Glory Advance.
Compared with the Morning Glory Advance, the Black Fang is much smaller in size, and its outer armor is also covered with rust and scars. It is unknown how long it has been sailing at sea.
Judging from some characteristics of the hull, it can be roughly judged that this was an ironclad ship that served in Naluo, Gaul. However, it was taken away by pirates during a certain attack and became a butcher on the sea.
, looking for prey everywhere.
"Successful hit, keep firing!"
Zeou put down the telescope and ordered to the first mate beside him. The first mate didn't say anything. He took a deep breath and then yelled at the communication tube.
"Keep firing!"
The strong sound echoed in the communication pipeline, and was transmitted to the artillery crew a few seconds later. Soon after, more gunfire sounded, and the firelight flashed intensively, pouring firepower towards the Morning Glory Advance.
Because the turbulent waves caused the sights of many artillery guns to shift slightly, most of the attacks fell into the sea, but some still landed on the Dawn Advance, splashing dazzling firelight on their armor.
Zeou once again raised the telescope to observe. Due to the harsh environment, he could not see the specific situation of the Morning Glory Advance. However, based on his experience, judging from these few blows, the armor of the Morning Glory Advance should be
It has been penetrated, and everyone on the ship should be busy putting out fires and plugging holes.
"Are you going to continue firing? Captain," the first mate asked, "They should be unable to resist."
"I know, but it's better to be careful and keep firing."
Zeou said with a heavy face. Although the heavy rain blurred his vision and made the Morning Glory Advance seem illusory, Captain Zeou, who had been on the sea for so long and sunk countless ships, knew very well that he had never seen such an armored ship.
No other details could be seen, but just from the outline of the Morning Glory Advance, he could feel a hint of uneasiness.
He has also thought about whether this is a military warship of a certain country, secretly performing some mission here, such as the recent conflict between Yin Erweg and Gaul Naluo, coupled with the alliance with the Viking countries, these
All are very likely to happen.
But after a brief thought, Zeou felt that this was impossible. There was only such a lone armored ship moving forward, followed by a few cargo ships. Rather than any military operation, it was more like a frigate protecting the cargo ships. They had not taken the main channel yet.
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"Don't pay too much attention to them, what we need are those cargo ships."
Zeou said again.
In his mind, all he had to do was sink or drive away the Morning Glory Advance. Their target was these cargo ships.
In many cases, when the frigate finds that it cannot protect the cargo ship, these guys will run away, and Zeo doesn't bother to care about them. After all, chasing will also consume a lot of resources, and there is no need to waste materials and take these unknown risks.
"But...it really feels like destiny."
The sea breeze rushed into the command room, making Zeou feel cold.
"What's wrong?"
The first mate knew that his captain was not mentally right. It was said that he was shot in the head in a previous naval battle. He survived, but since then he always said some strange things.
"If it hadn't been for this storm, we wouldn't have been driven off the channel, and we wouldn't have encountered these ships... It was an interesting encounter."
Zeou's face was full of smiles.
He thought for a long time before launching the attack, and finally ordered the fire. The big reason was the storm.
The storm plunged both sides into a harsh environment. Even if Zeou sank the Dawn Advance, he still had to wait until the storm stopped before he could plunder those cargo ships. But the storm was also helping him, just like now.
Launching a surprise attack quietly, coupled with the intrusion of this storm, the Dawn Advance not only had to face its own artillery attacks, but also dealt with this harsh environment.
"We don't need prisoners."
Zeo said to the first mate. The first mate understood what he meant and a hateful smile appeared on his face.
But this smile did not last long, as the scorching firelight illuminated his face.
The scorching fire stream burned out a straight trajectory. The strong wind could not shake it, and it could not even deflect its trajectory. The seawater along the way was also evaporated in an instant, returning the unreserved high temperature to Black Fang.
Number.
The moment Zeou saw this trajectory, blazing fire had already penetrated the command room of the Black Fang, and the steel was twisted and melted in an instant. He looked at his first mate with his own eyes, and the smile on his face turned into a deformity in an instant.
The sorrow was then destroyed into dry ashes by the instantaneous high temperature.
Zeo froze in place. The entire command room had been burned into a pitch-black frame. The fireworks were still burning with difficulty, but were quickly extinguished by the violent storm that poured into it.
He slowly raised his hand. Under the remaining warmth, his gloves had turned into a ball of burnt paste and stuck to his skin. Then pain came from his face. Zeo touched it gently and could feel it.
All he felt was severe stinging pain. Large areas of burns appeared on his body, and they were adhered to his clothes. Every movement caused severe pain and created new wounds.
There was just a small difference. If he got even closer to the first mate, he would be caught in the heat of the fire and burned into a ball of ashes scattered by the wind.
Zeou staggered to the side and sat on the side. He gasped for breath, enjoying his survival. His eyes slowly looked at the other end of the rain curtain. The Morning Glory Advance had adjusted its angle, and the sharp angle broke through the roaring waves.
Like a thrown spear.
Looking at all this, he could not stop shaking at first, as if he was afraid, but in the end Zeo laughed excitedly.