The night is already dark, and under the heavy gray clouds, all the starlight is obscured. In the endless thick darkness, the only light comes from the Dawn Advance, which is driving alone here holding a burning torch.
In the long dark night.
It is so lonely and so bright. If there are travelers in the darkness, they will definitely find its light spots, but similarly, if there are bloodthirsty beasts, they are also destined to be aware of the existence of the Dawn Advance.
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The pressure of erosion is always affecting everyone on the ship. Fortunately, the Morning Glory Advance carries enough Florund medicine. With the help of the medicine, these erosions have not affected the crew and soldiers too much for the time being.
But even so, some people still heard the voices from the darkness, as if in this darkness that could not be illuminated, there were countless weird things surrounding the edge of the darkness, licking their sharp claws and whispering.
"How long can they hold out?"
"Where can we go?"
"Fresh blood, fresh meat!"
Chaotic and complicated sounds rang in the ears of a few people. The medical room was overcrowded, and the ship's doctors were helpless. They themselves were also troubled by the strange whispers. The more they were affected by the erosion, the clearer these whispers became.
with intensity.
The ship's doctors can only prescribe more doses of Florund's medicine to the affected people, which can relieve their pain. But the problem is that Florund's medicine is not endless. It is limited. Sooner or later, one day
It will be exhausted, and what will happen then?
No one asked this question. Everyone maintained the same tacit understanding and no one was thinking about this matter. They were all elite members of the purification agency, and they knew what they would face before setting sail.
Garen and Clough are also in a bad state, probably because they have been forgotten. No one has come to send them the Florund potion yet, and the will of mortals is directly exposed to invisible erosion.
Fortunately, these Vikings are not very fragile yet. They don't know about the so-called erosion. Gallon and Clough just feel uncomfortable, which extends from physical to mental torture.
"Are we... maybe seasick?"
Clough said suddenly.
He knew very well that this had nothing to do with seasickness. Every Viking grew up on a longship. How could they get seasick?
Maybe the atmosphere today was too gloomy, and he wanted to make a joke to lighten the frozen atmosphere a little.
But unfortunately, no one responded to his joke. Garen sat aside blankly, watching the squirming figure in the darkness.
After suppressing the restless Floki, Garen just sat aside, saying nothing and motionless. If Clough hadn't heard his breathing, he would have doubted whether Garen was dead.
"Sea of Silence..."
Clough looked at the darkness outside the porthole, and when they realized they were in it, the despair in their hearts became a little more intense.
As Floki's subordinates, they know exactly where the Silent Sea is.
A sea of no returnees... It cannot be said so absolutely, but there are some returnees.
Looking into the dark corner, they saw that Floki Wilgdason, whom they respected, was the returnee of the Silent Sea. Among the Viking nations, he knew the existence of the Silent Sea best.
"If we die here, will we be led to the Hall of Valor faster than others? After all, we are already in the divine realm." Clough added.
There was still no response. In this strange atmosphere, my faith in the god Odin was being shaken slightly unconsciously.
Do the gods really exist at the end of this sea? This ferocious and strange end of the sea.
So are the gods here as crazy as this sea?
"Your Excellency has always wanted to own such a powerful iron-clad ship to explore the secrets of the Silent Sea. This is why he supports the development of Lengbingwan Shipyard so much."
Clough said to himself again that the silence in the cabin made him extremely anxious. He really hoped that someone could come and talk to him, anything.
"If the Lord can wake up, he may be able to take us out of the Sea of Silence. After all, he is a returner, isn't he? The only returner."
A little hope rose in his eyes, but when he saw the decadent Galen, these hopes vanished in an instant.
This is just a beautiful delusion. They know very well that Floki cannot wake up. The closer he gets to the Sea of Silence, the crazier he becomes. They can hear the gasping sounds coming from the darkness, just like a wild beast.
Just like that, I once again fell into a maddening calm. In the calm, darkness was growing crazily in my heart.
Clough wanted to close his eyes and take a nap to restore his tired spirit, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the dark vision made him feel extremely panicked, and then the whispers became clearer and kept whispering in his ears.
With.
He couldn't sleep, so he could only open his bloodshot eyes and accept this torture in silence.
Footsteps sounded behind the hatch, as if someone was approaching. Clough woke up a little in an instant and looked at the hatch with some excitement.
It doesn't matter who comes. If it's a human, then Clough will beg him to talk to him to alleviate this lonely despair. If it's a monster, Clough will gladly die to end this long torture.
The sound of footsteps echoed in the dim corridor. Due to the damage and other problems of the Morning Glory Advance itself, there were very few guards inside the cabin. Everyone was working in shifts, trying to make the armored ship inside them go farther.
Therefore, the corridor was unexpectedly quiet, and one could only vaguely hear someone's breathing, as if a guard was standing in a corner.
It was so silent, dark, and distant until it was broken by the sudden sound of footsteps.
The hatch opened, and soft light fell down.
"ah!"
Clough immediately let out a beast-like roar, thirsting for light like a moth to the flame.
He tried to knock against the figure in front of the door and escape from this desperate situation, but before he could launch an attack, he felt the cabin spin, and then he fell heavily to the ground.
"Use these things to make you feel more comfortable."
Lorenzo directly stepped on Clough's body and injected him with Florund's medicine.
Halfway through the walk, Lorenzo suddenly realized these things. He knew that Lan Jade of Gallon and others had been injured and was receiving treatment, while Shrike was too tired and went to rest first. Lorenzo had been in a coma before.
He suddenly realized that no one seemed to care about these guys, so he quickly turned back and took a few Florund potions.
Along the way, Lorenzo had been hoping that these Vikings would be stronger, at least not turn into monsters easily, otherwise Lorenzo might need a [Gap] invasion to get what he wanted.
After previous experiences, Lorenzo was somewhat resistant to this deceitful power. This power was so mysterious and full of uncertainty. In such a harsh environment as the Silent Sea, Lorenzo could not allow himself to have any accidents.
To a certain extent, Lorenzo has become the embodiment of hope. Everyone on the ship trusts Lorenzo and believes that as long as Lorenzo is alive, they still have hope.
It feels good to be expected, but the pressure that comes with it is also breathtaking.
"Next."
As Lorenzo spoke, he walked over to Gallon. The guy didn't resist and allowed Lorenzo to inject the medicine into his neck.
Soon the medicine took effect, and the chaotic whispers became much quieter in an instant.
"Where is Lord Floki? Won't you use it for him?"
Looking at Lorenzo who was motionless, Garon finally spoke at this moment.
The effect of the medicine spread in the blood, and this feeling made him feel a lot more comfortable. What followed was a false fantasy. Garen wondered if this medicine could help Floki wake up.
"He doesn't need it... That's why I came to you. I can make Floki wake up, but I need you to cooperate with me."
Lorenzo had already thought about how to deal with Garen and Clough. These two guys were very loyal. As long as they had Floki under control, they would easily cooperate with him.
"wide awake?"
There was a little light in Hun Xing's eyes, and Garen seemed very excited, but he soon calmed down.
"What do you want to know? About the Silent Sea?"
Garen mobilized his resting thoughts and allowed himself to step out of the chaos.
"I can't help you with this, Mr. Holmes...but as long as you can help Lord Floki wake up, I'm sure he will be happy to tell you this."
Galen passed the trap set by Lorenzo and threw the words back again.
"After all, after you wake up, we are all in the same boat. In every sense, we need to help each other to survive here."
He stared at Lorenzo, a ray of light falling in despair, and he wanted to make good use of it.
"Huh? When did I say that I wanted to ask these things about Jinghai?" Lorenzo shook his head, "When it comes to Jinghai, maybe I know more than you do."
"Haven't you discovered it yet? Garen, the purpose of setting sail for our ship is for this place, this sea area called the Sea of Silence."
Lorenzo continued speaking. He carefully observed Garen's expression. Under the eroding oppression and Floki's crazy despair, even the most determined person would show some flaws.
"I think you should be familiar with these."
As Lorenzo narrated, Garon's expression became extremely complicated, and then there was fear, fear of the actions of these people.
The silver revolver flashed in his mind, followed by the shrike's face, Garen said slowly.
"So you're not here to take revenge on Floki?"
"Hmm? Probably."
Lorenzo thought it would be better not to make a decision for Shrike.
"It was you ten years ago, but you still don't want to give up?"
Memories of the past began to appear in front of his eyes. Garen thought he would never think of them again, but today, they dug their graves and stood in front of Garen again.
"So you know about that departure ten years ago, right?"
Lorenzo stared at Garonne and slowly came closer. Every time he took a step forward, the pressure suddenly increased until Lorenzo's shadow covered Garonne.
"Even if you were not on that ship, you should have heard Floki's story, that's why you showed that expression when you saw Shrike."
Gallon was startled, and then he understood Lorenzo's true purpose. He smiled sadly, and then replied.
"I don't know Shrike, but I know that gun."
The gun named Deathstroke left a deep impression on Lorenzo. He could always see Shrike caressing the gun and could often hear Shrike whispering to it.
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For a while, Lorenzo thought that Shrike was suffering from a mental illness or a fetish or something, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After being in contact with the purge agency for so long, Lorenzo had already realized that the senior members of these purge agencies were
Employees all have some mental illness and some ulterior secrets.
Lorenzo also thought about it carefully, and finally found that Kestrel might be the most normal one among these people...but that's not quite right. This guy's stupidity can be regarded as a kind of mental illness.
"Oh?" Lorenzo smiled, and then asked again, "Is that so?"
He is condescending.
"So, what exactly happened ten years ago?"
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Pain.
Sharp pains shot through half of his body. The pains were densely packed, like a swarm of ants climbing on his body, eating every flesh and blood, torturing his exhausted mind until he could no longer sleep.
Lan Jade opened her eyes and looked at the dim room. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and there were several bloody bandages and empty potions scattered on the ground.
She sat up slowly and saw that her entire left arm was wrapped in a white bandage and splinted to fix it.
Because there were too many injured people, after Lan Jade's condition stabilized, she was moved back to her room to make room for other injured people. From time to time, patrolling ship doctors would come to check Lan Jade's condition and also give her regular
Provides Florund's Potion.
"Ah...it seems like I can't do anything."
Blue Jade whispered in a low voice.
Judging from her current state, Lan Jade will not be of any help to the next actions, and it is even said that she has become a burden to the team.
In the dim room, she tried to roll herself up, but was unable to do so due to the pain in her body. She could only sit blankly against the wall until Lan Jade began to feel lonely and desperate.
She knew very well that this was erosion affecting her, but Lan Jade could not break free from it. She wanted to give herself another Florund potion, but remembering the ship's doctor's instructions, she thought about it and decided not to give it to everyone again.
Adding to the trouble.
Lan Jade has always been a somewhat lonely person, probably because of her past experiences that have troubled her, and even after all this time, she still has difficulty getting out of it.
She wanted to do something for everyone, but what she could do every time was limited. These things stayed in her heart, making her sad and suffocating.
In this way, the lonely atmosphere continued to spread, until Lan Jade couldn't bear it anymore.
She stood up slowly and tried to take a few steps. She found that the injury on her arm did not affect her movement, and then she opened the hatch.
After all, humans are social animals. Under the influence of erosion, the feeling of loneliness becomes extremely strong, prompting Lan Jade to leave the room and look for similar people.
How is Shrike doing?
Such words suddenly rang in my mind.
Although Lan Jade is a member of the cleanup agency, her relationship with her colleagues is not close. After all, for a withdrawn person like her, if anyone can be considered a close friend, the only one Lan Jade can think of is Shrike.
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This seemed to stem from the friendship in Ende Town, so the only thing Lan Jade could think of at the first moment was Shrike.
She stood in the deserted corridor and looked in another direction. Lan Jade remembered that that was Shrike's room.
As soon as she took steps to try to walk there, Lan Jade suddenly felt a palpitation in her heart.
"who is it?"
she asked.
There was something behind the corner of the corridor, something familiar and loathed.