The storm carried the icy sea water and threw them high into the sky, then crashed down and slapped on the fireworks that refused to go out.
The ironclad ship began to sink, and the rolling waves kept harassing it, but even so, its sinking was still extremely slow... But it was indeed sinking. The sea water soaked through the cabin and rushed in the corridor, like an old man dying slowly.
The ironclad ship is dying, but there is nothing to stop it.
The sea was roaring, and the pirates who fell into the sea were wailing, but after another wave of waves passed, they lost their traces. Some people were struggling in the boiling sea of fire, but they gradually lost their voices.
Such cruel scenes are happening constantly, but there is no time to lament these things, the naval battle is still going on.
The Black Angel leapt into the sky riding on the power of the burning paint antimony. The bad weather actually helped it stay in the air, its wings spread out, and it hovered over the battlefield like a vulture.
In successive battles, including the slowly sinking armored ship beneath him, Lorenzo's side has sunk four armored ships. The enemy still has two armored ships with combat effectiveness, and the third one is broken.
The Black Fang was sailing in Heavy Rain, but it was shot by Ascalon, and most of the buildings above the deck were destroyed. In Lorenzo's opinion, the Black Fang didn't have much combat power left.
In fact, the Black Fang was much more miserable than Lorenzo expected. Ascalon directly destroyed the command room, the fire ignited the living area inside, and caused a secondary explosion of ammunition in the warehouse.
It can be said that after so much experience, there are few living people on the Black Tooth. It is not moving here under Zeo's control, but the waves are pushing the Black Tooth.
Zeo sat on the wet deck, leaning against the bulging wreckage, holding on to the groove with one hand that could only move, so that he would not roll into the sea due to the bumps.
"Is this your will? God Odin."
Zeou raised his head and looked at the god of death hovering above his head.
It was as if there were two invisible hands controlling everything in secret, causing the Dawn Advance and the Black Fang pirates to meet here. Even if they gave up and escaped, the storm completely enveloped this place, and the direction of the water flow was reversed.
All ships can only sail towards the center of this vortex.
The threads of fate were picked up by the goddess, woven together, and then cut.
Zeo was not afraid, on the contrary, he was still very happy.
"Even if we can't grab that armored ship, even if we can't plunder a country with it... at least we can die with such honor. You must know that not every Viking can die at the hands of such a monster."
Zeo laughed, but his laughter was monotonous and no one responded to him.
Looking to the side, I saw a corpse lying not far away. Its cause of death was a puncture wound. It was probably due to the violent jolts on the ship that it lost its balance for a moment. The corpse was stuck on the broken railing, with its arms and thighs
Bizarrely bent.
"This can't be done. It's such a ridiculous thing to die, but you can't go to the Hall of Valor..."
Zeo looked at the sailor's body and murmured.
The sailor finally came to his senses and realized that Zeo's words were nonsense. He didn't want to die. He tried to escape, but in this roaring sea, everyone had nowhere to escape.
The Morning Glory Advance opened fire again. The armored ship adjusted its body shape in the rapid waves, splashing white tide, turned its flanks towards the pirates, and then opened fire with its fixed artillery.
A dense rain of bullets pierced the sea surface and hit the iron-clad ship hard. It penetrated the armor and hit the cabin. The fragments flew away and cut everything in its path.
After the Black Angel's surprise attack on the armored ship destroyed more than half of it, the pirates' firepower could no longer suppress the Morning Glory Advance. In addition, the distance between the two was getting closer. The Morning Glory Advance was firing on all cylinders, and the Forged Spear
They took off one after another and rained down raging fire.
The pirates removed the door panel and held it up like a shield, trying to block the rain of fire and cover the firing of the balcony cannon, but suddenly a black shadow passed overhead, attracting their attention.
They raised their heads and saw the gliding black angel, and for a moment their hearts were captured by fear. They knew very well how terrifying this monster was. As long as it descended on the armored ship, no one could resist its massacre.
Just thinking like this, Black Angel crossed the armored ship without stopping, which made the pirates feel a little incredible, and then they saved their lives easily, but what they didn't notice was that Black Angel left behind the moment he passed by.
What.
In order to repeatedly lift off, the Black Angel is equipped with four fuel tanks for propulsion. In the previous battle, one of the fuel tanks has been exhausted, and just now to avoid the hail of bullets, Lorenzo completely burned up.
The second fuel tank allowed the violent Qi Antimony to push the Black Angel out in an instant.
Now Lorenzo abandoned the third fuel tank, which still contained about half of the paint antimony, which could support the Black Angel's launch at least once, but now he threw it away so casually, and saw the dark tank falling towards
He fell onto the armored ship beneath him, and just when he was about to fall onto the armored ship, Black Angel turned around suddenly and threw out several iron feathers.
With a sharp sound, one meter long iron feathers fell like a hail of arrows, all of them were nailed into the fuel tank and penetrated into the cabin.
Dark and viscous liquid overflowed from the cracked gap, and a few seconds later the Forged Spear exploded high in the sky, raining down fire.
The Black Angel rushed towards the last armored ship without looking back, and behind it, it seemed as if a mythical dragon came to the world. The roaring dragon's breath rolled over the sea, dragging everyone into the blazing hell.
Even heavy rain could not extinguish this anger.
Soon after, Ascalon opened fire again, and the scorching lines cut across the burning hell, giving the iron-clad ship the final blow.
The remaining pirates witnessed all this, and they stood there blankly, at a loss.
The Vikings rarely encounter such a situation. As people who believe in the god Odin, they can let out a deep war cry even when faced with a giant bear several meters high. But at this moment, they can't do anything, can't think of anything, absolutely
The fear prevented them from making any reaction at the moment, and they could only watch all of this blankly.
The hooks are nailed into the deck, and the black angel descends.
"Are you scared out of your wits?"
Black Angel stretched out his hand, and the cold iron feather gently scratched a pirate on the side. The sharp edge left blood on his neck. He did nothing and said nothing.
When the battle no longer becomes evenly matched, becomes hopeless, and there is no chance of victory at all, even warlike people like the Vikings feel a little tired.
What they longed for was a battle that aroused desire, but Lorenzo only gave them dark death.
The pirate's face was expressionless. He could smell the burning smell in the air and the smelly blood. He could even feel the body temperature coming from the original sin armor. The blood was surging in the steel, and his heart was rising and falling slowly.
With.
Black Angel withdrew his hand, Iron Feather shook slightly, his head broke and fell off his neck.
The battle is now over. Lorenzo has successfully implanted fear in the minds of these Vikings. Even if they yearn for the sacred Hall of Valor, it is difficult for them to have the will to fight against the black angel in front of them.
The pirates were enveloped in despair.
The sound of the cannon gradually disappeared, and the sea returned to calm, leaving only the howling of the wind and thunder.
The weapons master put down the lance in his hand. There was no need for fire suppression anymore. The pirates' fighting spirit was shattered, and all that was left was to clean up the battlefield.
Shrike crawled out from the weapon master's neck, with many nerve connections still hanging on his body. He sat on the armor's shoulders and looked into the distance.
"It's dawn..."
I saw a gray-blue light band rising at the junction of the sky and the sea. It showed a sapphire-like magnificence, with a blazing white light in its depth.
The weak light penetrated the wind and rain, illuminating the messy sea area, and the battlefield ushered in a brief calm.
Fire broke out on the steel wreckage. They were floating on the sea. It would take at least some time for them to sink completely.
The Black Angel stood on the last armored ship, staring at the dull and uncombatant pirates. Lorenzo was waiting for Ascalon to reload. In this situation, there was no need to bother himself so much to destroy the ship.
Just wait for Ascalon's shot to put an end to this sudden encounter.
Lorenzo thought this in his mind, but in fact, he still made fighting movements. The Black Angel ran wildly on the deck, carrying thousands of sharp swords and repeatedly cutting everything in sight.
The previous close-range shelling almost severely injured Lorenzo, not to mention the subsequent siege. This reminded Lorenzo that even if he faced an enemy who had no intention of fighting, he must kill them all.
But amid this one-sided massacre, the sound of surging waves once again broke the calm.
Lorenzo heard the war cry again, but the roar became much weaker, like a whisper.
Black Angel turned around, and the heavy Black Fang came towards him. The sharp collision angle broke the armored ship under his feet, causing waves several meters high.
Fragments were flying, and the pitch-black muzzle was pointed directly at the Black Angel.
Fire.
The Black Angel took action almost as soon as he realized the cannon. The sharp iron feather was quickly thrown out. The cannonball was accurately hit by the iron feather before it even came out of the barrel. It failed to cut through the cannon, but it successfully stopped the cannonball.
After firing, several lines of steel crossed and got stuck together, the roar turned into a loud noise, the artillery exploded on the spot, and the fragments of steel repeatedly strafed the battlefield.
Amidst the smoke, the black angel strode forward, his wings vibrating slightly, and all the dust was blown away.
"What...are you?"
A weak voice sounded, and Zeo stood up unsteadily.
Maybe God Odin was really blessing him, and the waves brought him here, and then calmed down, so that Zeo's tired body could walk safely on the swaying deck.
Zeo stared at the black angel, it was like a god descended from the world.
Behind it is a sea of burning fire, filled with steel wreckage and people who are still struggling. Farther away from the sea level, clear blue rises, and a burst of pure white illuminates the darkness.
Day is coming.
Lorenzo looked at the man in front of him through his visor. Half of Zeo's body was burned. He moved his body hard, holding the hatchet in his only movable hand, and walked towards Lorenzo tenaciously.
"Let me die heroically, devil!"
Zio shouted to Lorenzo loudly, which almost exhausted all his strength, and he coughed up bursts of blood.
There was no response. After a while, thick steam escaped. Lorenzo crawled out from the back of the Black Angel's neck and stood on top of the Original Sin Armor.
"Are you their boss?" Lorenzo asked curiously.
Zeo's expression also became dull. He seemed not to have expected that this demon was actually controlled by someone.
"I...I am, I am their captain, their commander."
For some reason, Zeou suddenly didn't want to die so much. The armor in front of him, the man who controlled the armor, and the Dawn Advance... Zeou felt for a moment that this was no longer the world he was familiar with.
How desirable that such divine power can be usurped by mortals.
"Why are you attacking us?"
Lorenzo asked again. This was not a casual chat. This operation was of great importance. People stopped him before he even reached the Viking countries. He always felt something was wrong.
"Why? Is it necessary to explain why? Pirates are born to plunder."
Zio found Lorenzo's question incomprehensible.
Lorenzo was a little helpless. It was probably a coincidence that he encountered such a group of damn things. The damage to the Morning Glory Advance was not very serious, but even so, it still needed to stay in the harbor for a few more days for maintenance.
These pirates severely slowed down Lorenzo.
"In other words, we met by chance?"
"No, it was the guidance of God Odin. He gave me this opportunity for us to meet again."
Zeo said enthusiastically. As he spoke, he was still trying to move forward. He raised his arm with difficulty, and his face was reflected on the blade of the hand ax.
"This is a test, a test for us. Only the truly brave can reach the Hall of Valor. These guys are just cowards. Only I am the bravest."
Zeo humiliated those pirates who had lost their will to fight, and they were not worthy of entering the sacred Hall of Valor.
"Ah...fanatic believers are really troublesome..."
Lorenzo sighed, he felt that he could not get any useful information from Zeo.
Many people don't remember it, but Lorenzo himself knows it very well. He has been a priest for a while and has dealt with fanatics. Rather than saying that they are a group of lunatics, they are more like a group of fools who are bewitched by their beliefs.
In the end, even the most basic communication was not possible.
"Come on! Let me die here!"
It may be the threat of death, it may be mental exhaustion, or it may be the erosion from the black angel.
Zeo yelled uncontrollably. Such a fierce battle turned him crazy in the end. He staggered to the black angel and slashed with all his strength, but it was all in vain. He
It can't even leave scratches on the armor.
Lorenzo shook his head, he was too lazy to say anything to Zeo.
The Black Angel restarted, but it did not attack Zeo. It retreated slowly. Zeo seemed to understand what Lorenzo was going to do. He shouted in horror, waving his ax and trying to catch up with the Black Angel.
But he couldn't do it. With his body, he couldn't cross the wreckage.
Zeo could only watch like this, watching the Black Angel leave. He would not be able to die a heroic death. He would die in shame like other pirates.
"No...no no!"
Zeo wailed, but it was of no use. The severe pain in his body caused him to kneel down. Looking at the Black Angel leaping into the sky, he could feel the departure of the Valkyries.
For a moment, despair more terrifying than death enveloped Zeo. He stared at the Black Angel, with Lorenzo's face etched in his mind. The next moment, Ascalon opened fire, and the fire filled every corner of his vision.