Garen stood on the terrace. He had put on his armor. The surface of the metal was pitted and pitted. It was unknown how many fierce battles it had gone through. The animal skin was exposed in the gaps, and the fur on it was swaying in the wind.
The Viking countries are in a state of iteration of the times. The ancient faith is no longer glorious. Only steel and gunpowder are the masters of the future. Garon put on war makeup, put on a horn helmet, and whispered about the god Odin.
praying, but holding a gun from Inverg in his hand.
He looked at the sea of Lingbing Bay, where the armored ship from Yingerweg was parked quietly. It was like the mythical Nagirfa, coming from afar, sowing disaster, and now it brought fireworks to
Above the Lingbing Bay, and soon it will go deep into the Sea of Silence, heading towards the abode of the gods.
As the myth goes, brings about the Twilight of the Gods.
For a moment, Garen felt as if he had returned to ten years ago. At that time, there was also an iron-clad ship from Yin Erweg. It also went deep into the Silent Sea and never returned.
"Sir, the Final Society has already begun to take action. They are killing here step by step, and they are also attacking civilians indiscriminately."
The deputy appeared behind Garen. He was also fully armed, his face hidden in the shadow of his helmet.
"How is the arrangement of the escort?" Garen asked.
"The power is basically concentrated here and at the shipyard. Judging from the current situation, the Final Society does not have much interest in the shipyard. Their main target is still here."
Garen did not respond. He thought that the most valuable thing about the entire Lingbing Bay was not the people here, but the geographical location of Lingbing Bay and the shipyard built on it. Even if the Final Society pushed Lingbing Bay into
Sea of fire, but as long as there are no problems with the shipyard and Floki, they can come back at any time.
"Get ready to fight, the only one we can rely on now is ourselves."
Garen glanced at the place behind the heavy walls, then walked down the terrace, raised the gun in his hand, and reloaded.
All these disputes began when Floki returned. He joined the Doomsday Society in order to explore the Silent Sea. However, in the final gathering, he did not die with the others, but managed to survive.
Floki's survival could not be hidden for too long. Some of the Final Societies in other areas knew the news. They believed that Floki was hypocritical, he had betrayed the sacred faith, and now he should be punished.
Tonight is the night of punishment.
This is a bad moment. Maybe the surname Wilgdason will be completely annihilated tonight. No one will come to help them. Whether it is the king or the lords, they all want Floki to die so that they can fight for the rule of this area.
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Garen tried to protect this place, but he was not a lord, he did not have the supreme power, so he could only fight alone.
The fire rushed here along the street, and people laughed wildly in the fireworks. They moved forward in the fire until they could no longer move and died in the blazing flames.
The members of the Final Society are moving forward. They have broken through the blockade of the patrol. In the face of heavy rain of bullets, they do not care about the threat of death, but march forward happily.
This kind of madness that is not afraid of death has shocked many people, and some guys who know about the Society of the End have begun to feel fear in their hearts.
When death cannot threaten these people, what can restrain them?
Garen also understood this, and he also knew that these guys were a group of complete lunatics. He never thought that these people would give up the attack, and even asked them to sit down and have a good talk.
"Inrvig's guests are also in town," the deputy said.
Garen hesitated a little, but still stood firm, "We have no power left to protect them, and we can't even protect ourselves."
The deputy stopped talking, and the assembled team advanced in silence.
All the hands Garen could muster gathered at the gate. Many years ago, the ancestors of Wilgedasson fought here, blocking the enemies who wanted to drive them out.
Now it's up to Garen to do this. Although he doesn't have the blood of Wilgedasson in his body, he has already regarded himself as one of them. In order to thank Floki for his appreciation and trust in him, he will do it anyway.
These people stay here.
"The end of all things..."
Garen whispered, he could already see the fire burning in the darkness, and countless figures were approaching here.
After these years of development, the Final Society has gained a certain degree of influence in the Viking countries. In addition, Lingbing Bay is considered a neutral and unclaimed land. Garen cannot refuse the arrival of these Vikings.
, and it is impossible to examine them one by one, which is why they have gathered so much power.
If Garon's guess is correct, the spies of the king and lords are hiding in the darkness. They are watching tonight's farce with great interest, like vultures hovering in the sky, ready to eat Floki Wilger
Dason's body.
"Stop! If you get any closer, we'll open fire!"
The deputy warned sternly, but at this moment Gallon passed him, raised the gun, and pulled the trigger. The gunfire rang out in the night sky, followed by more gunshots.
"There is no need to communicate with these madmen... If they could really communicate, everything would not develop like this."
Garen said, and continued to fire. The fire network temporarily contained the enemy's advance, but this was only temporary. These guys were not afraid of death, and they were huge in number. I don't know how many there were.
Thinking of this, Garon felt deeply sad. The Viking kingdoms were still in constant civil war, and different wills were greedily advancing. He was killing his compatriots, and his compatriots came to kill him for their ridiculous beliefs.
"Why... why do you have to do with these lunatics?"
Garen pulled out the hand ax from his waist and struck an ax on the head, splitting open an approaching enemy.
He had been shot several times, but as if he couldn't feel the flow of blood, he just walked to Garen.
"Why do you care so much about Jinghai?"
Garen was fighting and asking questions in a low voice. No one responded to his questions, and the building behind him was dark.
He is just a manager appointed by Floki. He is not a lord and cannot use the lord's power, but even if he has it, it seems to be of little use.
More enemies came out of the darkness. Even Garen could not have imagined that there were so many followers of the Society of the End. Fortunately, they were far inferior to Garen in terms of weapons, so he could still gain a certain advantage.
Until a tall figure walked out of the darkness.
He was a strong man over two meters tall. He was more like a giant than a strong man. Under his stature, everyone seemed so small.
He was simply covered with animal skins, and only the key parts of his chest were covered with armor. The giant shouldered a huge shield with all his strength and strode towards here.
The bullet clanked against the shield, causing sparks and leaving dents.
The rain of bullets was unable to shake the giant shield at all. It was not so much a giant shield as a piece of iron with a handle. It was so heavy that only a weirdo like a giant could lift it.
At first, Garen thought that the End Society was a group of lunatics who had been deceived into madness, but now it seems that there are a few people with brains among them.
Behind the giant, more people hid under his back and slowly approached.
This is a battle that is both primitive and modern.
Gallon's side was halfway up the mountain, at a high point. The deputy smashed the wine barrel with his axe, and a large amount of wine flowed down from the high place and overflowed the crowd.
The torch passed over everyone's heads and fell into the wine. The fireworks boiled for a moment, and a wall of fire rose between Gallon and the enemy.
This gave everyone a little breathing space. Garen glanced at the soldiers behind him. Everyone's eyes looked very stressed, which made him feel deeply anxious.
The biggest difference between the two sides is their view on death. We are all Vikings, but obviously the Society of the End is more extreme. They don't care about death at all. But Garen can't do this. Faith can only confuse people for a while, but it can't help.
After holding on for too long, he could only maintain his advantage as much as possible and prevent his momentum from being dissipated.
In fact, Garen was a little confused. Even if he won the battle tonight, he would not be able to save Floki. He could think of that scene. When the sun rises again, the hazy sea fog will come to the king and lords.
ships, they came to take over the devastated city.
Before he could think more, heavy footsteps sounded, and then Garen saw it.
The sea of fire is surging and shaking violently, but there is no wind now. Something in the sea of fire is disturbing it.
First it was a pitch black dot, then gradually expanded and turned into a pitch black shadow. Gradually the shadow took on a complete shape and turned into a burning figure.
One after another, ferocious figures walked out of the sea of fire. Fireworks rose up on their bodies, inflicting pain, but this could not stop them. They continued to move forward. Some fell down, while others still had enough energy to start.
Run wildly.
Like demons coming out of hell, they roared like an army.
This horrific scene shocked everyone, and no one fired for a while. When they recovered, the enemies were already close enough, and they screamed again and again in an instant.
The burning figure fell on the soldiers, and the flames on their bodies swallowed them up together. They struggled on the ground and gradually stopped.
Panic arose in his heart, and for a moment Garen wondered whether he was fighting a human being or some unknown monster.
"Fall back!"
Garen turned around and yelled at the soldiers.
At this moment, warm wind blew across his neck, and Garen saw a ferocious shadow in the corner of his vision. He turned his head stiffly, and the tall figure occupied all of his sight.
The giant's body was burning with fireworks, and he raised his giant shield high, like a giant blade of judgment.
It crashed down, bringing up smoke and dust. At the last moment, the deputy grabbed Garen and pulled him over. The two of them rolled on the ground, gasping in pain, and then got up with all their strength.
"My lord!" the deputy shouted.
Gallon leaned on the gun and tried to stand up, but his left leg felt severe pain, and his ankle was twisted strangely, with blood dripping from it.
He failed to completely avoid the attack. The deputy rushed over, picked up his shoulders, and staggered back. The soldiers opened fire to cover them, but this had little effect. More figures crossed the sea of fire.
"It looks like we are all going to die here."
Garen looked at more and more figures, and they surrounded the place heavily.
"There is still hope. We can hide inside the building and defend. And since they are not familiar with the internal structure, we can still entangle them for a while."
The deputy was thinking about countermeasures.
"It's useless. They are fighting a war of annihilation. There is no need to go deep into the building. They just need to set fire to everything." Garen's voice was a little desperate.
"Their target is Floki, and we are all just sacrifices for punishment."
Regarding the Club of the End, because of Floki, Garen had a deeper understanding. These guys couldn't be viewed with common sense. After being in contact with them for a period of time, Garen sometimes felt that there really were gods.
"O...Ding God..."
As he thought this, his eyes froze.
Standing in the sea of fire was a vague figure. This figure began to become clear and turned into an existence that must never appear.
The cloak was full of holes and stains, and the silver-white armor was full of scratches and dents. The man was holding a spear, standing in the sea of fire. Garen couldn't help but look at his face, and all he could see was under the helmet.
of darkness, and then a blazing white light rose from the darkness.
"Odin!"
The bone-chilling cold engulfed Garen's heart, and he realized that he had seen something he shouldn't have seen.
For a moment, his mind became blank, and there was nothing except the figure of God Odin. His eyes were dull for a while, and when he looked into the sea of fire again, he had lost that mysterious figure.
"Maybe... maybe they are right..."
Garen's expression was ferocious, and he was struggling in his heart. He looked at these enemies who were not afraid of death, and suddenly he felt that they seemed to be the pious ones.
After the deputy dragged him through the door, the soldiers closed the door, blocking out the burning sea of fire.
There were constant crashes, and the enemies were knocking on the door. Amidst the violent shaking, a sudden impact shook several soldiers open. The door was dented, and tall figures could be seen in the gaps banging on the door.
"You can't keep it...you can't keep it."
A soldier said tremblingly that the door had become distorted under the continuous slamming, and he even doubted what he was fighting against.
Garen's mind was also confused by the sight of God Odin. He could no longer feel the pain in his ankles. His mind was completely occupied by the posture of the god. No matter how his deputy called, he received no response.
"Sir! If we keep doing this, we will all die here!"
The deputy punched Gallon in the face. The severe pain made him wake up a little. He looked at the door belatedly, and the afterglow of flames flashed between the gaps.
"We have to hold on to this..."
Garen whispered, and then even greater despair enveloped him. He could not defend this place. He might have been able to fight before, but the figure in the sea of fire disturbed his mind.
In the midst of fear, everything suddenly became quiet, the restlessness outside the door disappeared, and the flames that passed through the gaps also changed. The golden flames lost their original color, and they became blazing white, like Odin.
God's gaze.
Clang
A sharp folding knife penetrated the gap in the door. It turned hard and forced the door open.
The man turned his back to the blazing sea of fire, looked at the frightened people, and let out a long breath.
"Lorenzo, they are not all dead yet."
Shrike's words were not answered. Behind him, in the blazing white fireworks, the demon hunter held a gun and sword and strangled the dead legion to death.