The cold wind poured into the burnt-black wreckage. Zeo leaned to the side, his steps staggered, and he fell down after walking a few steps.
His hand seemed to have touched something. He looked hard at the thing under him. It was a burnt bone. It could be completely shattered with a little force. If Zeou guessed correctly, this should be his first mate.
's bones.
He didn't feel sad at all. To be precise, he didn't care about the death of his first mate at all. If he didn't work hard, Zeo would soon go to the Hall of Valor to accompany his first mate, and then he would have plenty of time to share his sorrow.
Zeo gasped in pain. In a panic, he inhaled high-temperature gas, and his respiratory tract was burned. Every breath brought severe pain, as if there were sharp fragments stuck in his throat.
His vision became distorted. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and realized that he had lost vision in one eye. All he could feel was stinging pain and some gelatinous substance.
Probably that was his eyeball. The burning gun passed him by. This was the spear thrown by the God of Death. Even if he saw it, he had to pay a due price, and this price was Zeo's closeness to the burning gun.
His body was severely burned, and every movement of his body would cause tremendous pain. Fortunately, most of the wounds were burned into a ball under the high temperature, which stopped the blood from flowing out.
Ascalon's bombardment was very accurate, but unfortunately it was too fast and penetrated the Black Fang directly, failing to detonate it and completely destroy the Black Fang.
The ballistic trajectory directly evaporated half of the command room, destroying things like the instrument panel and steering wheel. Now the Black Fang has lost control, and there are continuous explosions below the deck. It seems that it is caused by the scorching residual temperature.
chain reaction.
The first mate died, the captain was about to die, the command room lost its ability to command, and explosions were heard in the rest of the Black Fang...
Zeo has been plundering in the sea for so many years. This is the first time he has encountered such an opponent. He defeated the Black Fang with just one blow. This was when the opponent was too strong. As long as Ascalon's power weakened slightly.
, perhaps the burning spear will be blocked by the layers of steel of the Black Fang, leaving the explosive fire on the ship, and then burning everything.
It sounds terrible, but Zeo is not afraid, and even said that he is a little happy. He has not encountered such an opponent on the sea for a long time. Although he is a bit too strong, but because he is strong enough, when he sinks
When you are with the other party, you will feel more accomplished.
However... this seems to be just a thought. Zeou may not be able to crawl out of this twisted wreckage alive now, let alone conquer the Morning Glory Advance.
Zeo could feel the gentleness of his body, and the pain was dissipating little by little. He could vaguely hear the calls of Valkyrie. They were counting their achievements in detail and choosing seats for themselves in the banquet of the gods.
He remembered what happened when he was a sailor. At that time, Viking warships were still plying the sea. The so-called iron-clad ships existed in legends. His captain once told Zeo that the Viking pirates
Life is like dancing with death. They enjoy glory and victory, but they also have to bear the threat of death anytime and anywhere. Maybe you are celebrating one second, but you will be assassinated the next second.
Zeo felt that the captain was right, because as soon as he said this to himself, an arrow shot through the air and pierced his head.
That was Zeou's first naval battle. Because of his bravery in killing enemies, he was promoted to boatswain after the war, and then to third mate, second mate, first mate, captain...
Sure enough, no one knows when death will come.
Zeou closed his eyes with some sadness. His achievements were already very rich, but perhaps due to the despicable nature of human nature, he was still not satisfied with this.
There was a sound in the calm of death, and thunder flashed across, waking up the dying Zeou.
"Captain! That's great you're alive!"
A pair of eyes appeared in the gap between the wreckage, and the sailor lay outside, shouting loudly.
Zeou looked at these eyes. He probably didn't expect that the sailors of the Black Fang did not break up in this situation. As the captain of these pirates, Zeou knew very well who these people under him were. They
They will betray their friends without hesitation for a few gold coins. The reason why they follow Zeo is just that Zeo is stronger than them.
With his only pupils widening hard, Zeo tried hard to see everything in front of him until he was sure that this was not an illusion before his death.
Silence, explosion.
Zeo stood up again with amazing willpower. He breathed heavily, even though the stinging pain in his throat continued. This did not defeat Zeo, but made him feel the reality of being alive.
He is still alive.
"Send a signal to other ships to attack. We want to plunder that armored ship!"
After a brief moment of calm, Zeo ordered the sailors through the steel wreckage.
"Climb the mast and go!"
"But... Captain, do we still need to continue fighting in this situation?"
The sailor's expression changed from surprise to panic. He thought the captain would say retreat, but he never expected that the captain would order an attack.
"Is there any chance we can retreat?"
Zeo took a look at the terrible command room, and heard screams and wails of fear coming from the distance.
The first person to come to him was not the second mate or the third mate, but an ordinary sailor. Zeo didn't know whether they were dead or whether they abandoned the ship and fled.
"You also saw the enemy's shelling, didn't you? Do you think it is possible for us to evacuate based on the range of the artillery and the current condition of the Black Fang?"
Although Zeo was seriously injured, his mind was still very clear.
"Such a powerful weapon must have some drawbacks. It may be that the reloading is slow, which means that the opponent is reloading. Do you think that after the opponent completes reloading, will they just let us leave, or will they launch another shelling to end it completely?
us?"
Zeo's hand grasped the steel hard, he barely managed to steady himself, and said to the sailor through the steel.
"This is not only an attack, but also self-protection. Their targets will be attracted by other attacking ships, which will give us a chance to breathe. What's more... aren't you tempted by that ironclad ship? Child."
The sailor swallowed. He and Zeo were separated by the blackened wreckage. The afterglow of thunder illuminated Zeo's hideous face caused by burns. He was like a hateful demon imprisoned in a cage.
At this moment, the devil is describing a bright future to the sailor, tempting him to take action.
"Did you know? Ragnar Lodbrok, now the King of the Ice Sea, was originally a pirate. He gained a country by plundering."
"What? Are you curious about why I know so clearly?"
Zeo's voice was filled with magic, calling to the sailors.
"Because I once robbed with him, and I watched him gradually become the king of the ice sea...don't you long for such achievements? As long as we get that iron-clad ship, this will be our beginning. When we
When we die, Odin will be moved by our glory."
The sailor's eyes looked straight at Zeo, and his breathing became rapid. Heavy rain, thunder, and the sea sent the Black Fang to the Dawn Advance, as if driven by fate.
"Moreover, even if you die, do you want to die on the way to escape, or die heroically in battle?"
Zeo's voice was a little weak. He didn't have much strength to climb up the mast. Now the sailor was his only hope, an extension of his ambition, promising nihilistic beauty and trying to exchange for his soul.
The sailor's body trembled slightly, his eyes were red, he took a deep look at Zeo, and then shouted loudly.
"attack!"
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"We can't let them get any closer!"
Notar shouted.
Everyone knew what he was thinking. Once these six armored ships surrounded the Morning Glory Advance, even the strongest armor would collapse under the continuous bombardment, not to mention the opponent's corner collision tactics.
No matter how much he trusted the craftsmanship of the Perpetual Pump, Lorenzo would not dare to let the Morning Glory Advance encounter a collision.
The direction of this actual battle is far beyond his expectation. Now it is almost approaching a small-scale maritime battle. He is not worried that the Morning Glory Advance will sink. Judging from the current firepower, their chances of winning are still very good.
big.
Lorenzo is worried at the moment that if the Dawn Advance is damaged too much here, they will have to stay in the Viking countries for a longer period of time to perform maintenance, which may also affect the operation against the Silent Sea.
Saving the world is more important than killing a group of pirates.
"Notar, you direct the fire counterattack! Shrike, follow me!"
Lorenzo handed over command to Notar, and then motioned to Shrike to follow him.
The two ran wildly in the swaying corridor. Shrike had no idea what Lorenzo was going to do, so he shouted to him.
"what are you up to!"
He thought Lorenzo would take him to the deck to fight the pirates who climbed up, but Lorenzo instead took him all the way down.
"Since this is an actual combat exercise, let's be more thorough in actual combat!"
Lorenzo said something that Shrike couldn't understand, but Shrike soon understood what he meant. The two stopped and stood in front of a huge circular hatch.
The anxious heart calmed down for a moment, but was soon covered by another unspeakable coldness, which poured out through the gap in the cabin door, gently knocking on the hearts of the two of them.
"In today's era of armored ships and artillery, are you interested in trying a primitive and thrilling gang battle?"
Lorenzo looked at him with a smile.
As Lorenzo spoke, the circular hatch slowly rotated, rolling to one side and opening the door.
Behind the door was a murky darkness, with ferocious silhouettes appearing and disappearing in it.
Shrike held his breath for a moment and looked to the other side. Lorenzo also stopped joking and said with a serious face.
"Come on, Shrike, you will be responsible for the support and I will be responsible for the surprise attack."
The two stepped into the hatch, and the lights turned on one by one. Cold but vivid armor stood in the middle, flesh and blood entangled with the steel. Perhaps they smelled the breath of a living person, and their squirming became more intense.
The dark iron feathers reflect the indoor scenery, and the tall weapon racks display new weapons from the Perpetual Pump.
Lorenzo finally stopped on his way to the armor, raised his head and stared.
"What's wrong?"
Shrike asked while arranging his equipment.
In order to facilitate the use of the armor on the move, the perpetual motion pump is optimized for starting the armor. The driver can easily replenish and use fuel even without the assistance of technicians.
"It's nothing, I just suddenly realized that I haven't seen this armor for a long time."
Lorenzo gently stroked the sharp iron feather without saying anything else.
After the Reichenbach Fall, he reunited with the Black Angel after a long absence. In front of him, this was just a twisted creation of flesh and steel, but Lorenzo knew that this was the last place where his friend stayed.
Lorenzo put aside these messy worries and climbed up the ladder to the back of the Black Angel's neck. The armor had been unfolded, revealing the inner structure wrapped in flesh and blood.
As if aware of Lorenzo's arrival, the squirming of flesh and blood became more obvious. Logically speaking, these flesh and blood should remain silent when not activated, but now they have shown some growth, and the slender tentacles are raised.
It shook as if to welcome Lorenzo back.
"Wait a minute, Shrike, what is this?"
Lorenzo almost thrust half of his body in, but he suddenly discovered that there was something extra on Black Angel's body.
"The new equipment was installed by Merlin. It was originally for Orvis, but after he died, Merlin thought it would not be good to just seal it away. Then he thought of you."
Shrike stood on the shoulders of the weapon master. This second-generation armor was covered with armor. There was also a giant spear placed on the shoulders, which was somewhat similar to the weapons of the Lancers.
"He analyzed it and found that the Black Angel is very suitable for this piece of equipment. You will use it to play a wonderful role... These are his exact words."
"Is this so..."
Lorenzo glanced at it, and then looked at the darkness beneath him. The flesh and blood had revived, as if they were about to devour Lorenzo.
Ovis.
Lorenzo vaguely remembered this person, and Lorenzo didn't have much communication with him. He even couldn't remember whether he had met this person before.
But now that Lorenzo had brought his equipment, it felt a little strange.
"I go first."
After Shrike finished speaking, he activated the weapons division. The indicator lights lit up one by one, and the platform under his feet began to slowly rise, sending the weapons division to the deck.
"The weapons master joins the order of battle."
Such a voice sounded inside the Morning Glory Advance.
Looking at the weapons master leaving, Lorenzo stopped thinking about it and got into the armor. His flesh and blood caused the armor to close, and various indicators began to adjust.
The secret key is entered correctly.
The huge cable connecting the armor snapped.
The fuel injection is completed and the additional fuel tank is also filled.
The lacquer antimony began to burn, the engine roared, and the scales on the armor began to undulate slightly, as if there was life, and the armor was breathing.
It seemed that the activation of the armor was detected, the gears began to rotate, and complex thin sounds were heard all around.
Black Angel was lifted up by the mechanical platform under his feet, and the structures above his head were unfolded one by one until the dark cloudy night sky was revealed, and the cold heavy rain fell, soaking the armor.
Lorenzo waited quietly for the change in his vision, feeling the connection between his body and the armor, and spoke softly.