The folding knife has been unsheathed, and the sharp blade reflects a faint light in the darkness. It is tightly held in the hand of Lan Jade, who is clinging to the wall and slowly moving forward in the quiet corridor.
Although one hand was injured, Lan Jade still had another hand. She was a high-ranking knight who purged the mechanism, and then a woman. She was not that fragile. As long as she could still wield the weapon, she could kill.
enemy.
She slowly approached the front. She remembered that it was Shrike's room, but at this moment, Lan Jade could clearly feel the hatred and resentment coming from it. The negative emotions and erosion merged into one, and they fermented quietly in the darkness.
, until everyone is swallowed up.
"Shrike..."
Lan Jade whispered.
Shrike, a pretty interesting guy.
In the purge agency, there were rumors about Shrike for a while, saying that Shrike might be the illegitimate son of a big shot in the purge agency. Otherwise, how could he, a newcomer who had just joined a few years ago, be promoted all the way?
As a high-ranking knight, he was appointed by Arthur to become the ruler of the Lower City.
Lan Jade once doubted this, but if she thought about it carefully, if Shrike was really the illegitimate son of a big shot, then his father seemed to really dislike Shrike, an illegitimate son, and actually let him join the purification agency.
He also gave him such a fatal position, no matter what, he seemed to want Shrike to die quickly.
But later, Lan Jade heard from some members of the purification agency who were older and luckier and lived to retire. From their mouths, Lan Jade learned a completely different story.
According to them, Shrike used to be a cheerful person until he was incorporated into a secret operation. They didn't know what it was exactly. Anyway, most of the familiar faces around him were gone for a while, and a few were replaced.
Months later, it seemed that only the shrike came back.
After that operation, Shrike seemed to be a different person, and then he was promoted to those familiar to Lan Jade, and even became the ruler of the Lower City.
From the previous self-narration of Shrike, it can be known that the action that changed his life was to explore the Silent Sea. Now that they are back here again, Lan Jade is a little worried. Although Shrike hides it well, she can still feel it.
The ups and downs of the shrike's mentality, the slightest change.
Under the influence of erosion, even the smallest gaps can become more damaged.
She didn't know what would happen next, but in this environment shrouded by erosion, no matter what happened, she wouldn't be surprised.
In the days when she worked in the cleanup agency, Lan Jade has seen too many fatal things. Horrible scenes that ordinary people cannot think of even if they rack their brains, have become the norm for Lan Jade, and she has long been used to it.
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There were bursts of slight sounds in the silence, as if someone was greedily licking the liquid, which was thick and greasy, and letting out deep gasps.
Lan Jade poked her head out and looked at the corridor behind the corner.
The dim light barely illuminated the corridor, but most of it was still in shadow. Lan Jade could clearly see that there was a soldier standing guard at the end of the corridor. He lowered his head and raised his hands, as if to
The sticky sound she heard when she ate something came from here.
Lan Jade remained silent. She put the folding knife back into her waist, picked up the pistol she brought out from her room, raised it, and pointed the gun at the soldier.
Due to the advent of erosion, the entire communication of the Morning Glory Advance was interrupted. In order to prevent internal problems, Shrike formed a patrol team before taking a break to patrol and inspect every part of the Morning Glory Advance to avoid anyone missing.
Able to hold up under the influence of erosion and thus be transformed into a demon.
Lan Jade was a little hesitant. She didn't know whether she should join the battle in her current state or return to the command room to ask for help. But thinking of the scene in front of her, she didn't know if she would encounter the same scene on her way back. She even said
Could she really make it back to the deck alive?
His eyes swayed slightly and he looked to the other side, not far from the soldier. There was a hatch there, which was the Shrike's room.
Lan Jade felt a little headache. When the ship's doctor came, he told him about the current situation. Lorenzo woke up and now he is in charge of the Morning Glory Advance. Shrike returned to his room to rest due to exhaustion.
If I go to the deck now to ask for help, can the guy who is still sleeping in the room survive until I come back?
Before Lan Jade could make a decision, the difficult situation made her choose.
"I...I want to go home!"
Helpless roars sounded behind her, and Lan Jade suddenly turned around, only to see a soldier wailing and rushing toward her. His pupils were full of scarlet, and his teeth were deformed, bulging and bulging, like the teeth of a wild beast.
Like fangs.
Without hesitation, pull the trigger.
While the continuous gunfire illuminated the corridor, it also penetrated the demon's body. Before it could get close to the blue jadeite, it was beaten into a sieve. Several blood holes appeared on its body. Blood gushes out, and its bones were also damaged.
It was shattered by the gunfire from a distance and fell down weakly, but it was not completely dead yet.
The demon squirmed, dragging its broken body, and crawled toward the blue jadeite, thirsting for blood and flesh.
"damn it!"
Lan Jade cursed.
Sure enough, the worst situation happened. Some people began to lose their support and were transformed into monsters. The Morning Glory Advance was so huge, and with the interruption of communications, this armored ship had become a battlefield between humans and monsters.
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She was about to give the demon a final blow, but at this moment she heard footsteps approaching quickly, along with the strong wind surging behind her.
There is one bullet left in the pistol. Lan Jade does not trust his own shooting skills. More importantly, even if the shot hits the vital point, with the lethality of the pistol, it is not sure whether it can directly kill the demon. After all, these
The strange vitality is so tenacious.
The experience of struggling between life and death allowed Lan Jade to make the appropriate judgment. She let go of her hand and let the pistol fall into a pool of blood. As she turned around, she pulled out the folding knife stuck in her waist.
Lan Jade endured the pain in her body and swung the knife vigorously. The cold metal drew a pale trajectory in mid-air, and then slashed down fiercely.
Warm and smelly blood was splashed on Blue Jade's body, and then the bones and flesh were cut off with a folding knife. The entire arm that the demon waved was cut off, and the severed limb rolled into the darkness beside him with blood gushing out.
The screams echoed, and Blue Jade turned around, staggering away from the monsters he was killing. He could see that the soldier who had just been attacking him was the soldier who had just been standing guard, and he was rushing forward in a beast-like posture.
"Sorry."
Lan Jade whispered.
A few hours ago they were colleagues and comrades-in-arms, but now Blue Jade is about to end its life.
The folding knife fell again, cutting off most of the demon's waist and abdomen, and the internal organs spilled out along with the dirty blood. While emitting a fishy stench, billowing steam also rose.
The strength of one arm was indeed too weak, not to mention that the wound had been affected by the swing of the knife several times. Severe stinging pain came from the wound. Lan Jade took a deep breath to suppress the pain, and then more footsteps were heard.
They rattled, ringing overhead, ringing beneath us, coming from all directions.
Demon? Or human?
Lan Jade doesn't know, but what she knows is that she will not leave her life or death to anyone.
What is the difference between expecting others to save oneself and giving up resistance and hoping for some small possibilities?
Lan Jade rushed to Shrike's room and twisted the handle. Fortunately, the guy didn't lock the door. Lan Jade opened the hatch with a push, and then rushed in. Without thinking more, she closed the hatch tightly again and locked it.
die.
A few seconds later, the sound of numerous footsteps rushed to the cabin door, followed by a brief silence.
Lan Jade lowered her breathing, her heartbeat sounding so clearly in the silence.
Cha
A complex and sharp sound suddenly sounded, and sharp claws scratched the steel, making a sharp cry that tortured both ears, as if the hatch in front of them was blocking countless monsters.
"Is it really a monster?"
Lan Jade looked at the shaking hatch with palpitations. If she had hesitated just now and thought that these footsteps were soldiers coming to support, she would have been cut into pieces by now.
With this thought in mind, she leaned against the wall, put the folding knife aside, and covered the wound on her body. After the battle just now, the wound that had been sutured opened again, and blood was slowly pouring out, bringing with it
Come pain and cold.
Lan Jade gritted her teeth, wrapped the bandage tighter, and then walked to the bed.
With so many things happening, the shrike seemed to feel nothing. He lay face down on the bed and fell asleep.
Seeing him like this, Lan Jade felt mixed and inexplicable for a moment.
He had just experienced a moment of life and death outside, while Shrike was sleeping soundly less than ten meters away from him, as if the demons and death outside had nothing to do with him.
"Shrike! Wake up!"
Lan Jade pushed Shrike, now is not the time to sleep, the crew and soldiers have appeared to demonize, and the Dawn Advance is no longer safe.
"Shrike!"
Lan Jade shouted loudly, no matter how hard she pushed the shrike, the shrike didn't respond, and the hatch shook violently, intensifying the fear inside her.
After pushing the shrike to the ground, the shrike did not wake up even after being hit on the ground. It was only then that Lan Jade discovered the shrike's terrible state.
Shrike fell on his back. He clasped his hands together and grasped the silver revolver tightly. His knuckles began to turn white from the exertion and his breathing was rapid, as if he was troubled by some gloomy and ferocious dream.
It was unclear whether it was sweat or tears, but the liquid covered his cheeks, and his expression was twisted together, showing great pain.
"Shrike..."
Lan Jade looked at the shrike blankly. She could feel the pain overflowing from the shrike, so heavy.
The sharp sound woke up Lan Jade. She turned around and saw that there were countless bulges on the hatch. Some of the bulges were broken, and claws were trying to penetrate the steel in the gaps.
"Wake up! Shrike! Wake up quickly! You have to have a nightmare and do it later!"
Lan Jade shook the shrike anxiously, but the shrike still showed no reaction. Even though Lan Jade pinched his face hard, her nails dug into the skin and spilled blood, the shrike still showed no sign of waking up.
She tried to grab the revolver from Shrike's hand, but he held it tightly, and Lan Jade couldn't grab it with one hand, so she could only get up helplessly and cursed angrily.
"Damn it! Men are really unreliable!"
She didn't know why, but she always felt that the scene before her was somewhat similar. It seemed that she had said this once a long time ago, and it seemed that the person she scolded was also Shrike.
No longer thinking about these long-ago things, I picked up the folding knife and stabbed the blue jadeite through the raised crack. A large smear of blood gushed out along the crack, and the demon behind the hatch let out a scream.
There is only a hatch full of holes between the two of them and death. Lan Jade doesn't expect anyone to save her. Her life is in her own hands.
"So! Shrike, wake up!"
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"Wake up! Shrike!"
Someone was calling him, but the shrike didn't want to pay attention to him. He was too tired. There was unstoppable pain all over his body, and the coldness that spread to his bones. The shrike no longer had the strength to struggle. If he could, he
I want to die quietly like this.
But in this situation, death seems to be a mercy.
The chaotic dying consciousness was lifted up, and the shrike felt the wind and rain, and the coldness and pain on his body became extremely clear and intense in an instant.
"ah!"
Shrike screamed in horror. He lay on the cold snow, dripping wet. Before he could say anything, he quickly turned over and vomited.
He vomited out sea water mixed with blood, and the fishy smell flowed all over the floor. After vomiting, the shrike was unable to support himself, and he fell into his own vomit, feeling miserable.
"Are you awake? You're actually still alive."
There was a sound coming from the front. Shrike raised his head with difficulty and could barely see the light shining from the sky. The man dragged another man and threw him beside Shrike.
The vision gradually became clearer, and Shrike recognized the guy.
"Floki Wilgdason..."
Shrike pronounced his name with hatred.
"Hey, you don't look crazy yet."
Floki was very surprised by Shrike's condition. He had brought many people into the Silent Sea and encountered those monsters. Most of them died in the hands of the monsters. Even if there were survivors, they became lunatics.
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He didn't expect that Shrike not only survived tenaciously, but also retained his sanity.
"What an adventure, Shrike."
Floki smiled, the dirty blood on his body solidified, and the down on the animal hide was condensed together. The armor was also full of dents, and you could still see the wounds on the exposed limbs that had not yet scabbed.
Shrike remembered that they were attacked by a sea serpent on the Narwhal. The Narwhal was swallowed by the sea during the huge waves, and it was at that time that Shrike lost consciousness.
Longship…
Shrike saw the longship behind Floki, docked on the snow-covered shore.
When Floki boarded the Narwhal, he also brought many long ships to place on the Narwhal. At the last moment, these long ships saved Shrike, but with so many long ships, there was only one
Escaped the vortex of death alive.
Everyone lay on the long boat like corpses, maintaining absolute silence, letting the waves behind the storm push them, until one day when the concept of time was blurred, they escaped from the Silent Sea.
"Jinghai accepted the sacrifice, and we survived."
Floki shook his head helplessly. It took him many lives to figure out such a rule of the Silent Sea.
But now is not the time to be sad. The crisis is far from over. From Floki's perspective, there are only three people left in the snow, Floki, Shrike, and the one lying next to Shrike.
Floki had just thrown over a corpse-like man.
"You liar! Traitor."
Shrike cursed Floki. He wanted to get up and kill this hateful man, but Shrike couldn't muster the strength at this moment. The pain all over his body was unbearable. If it weren't for this burning hatred, he might have fainted from the pain.
past.
Floki didn't care. He walked over with a smile and stood in front of the shrike. His figure was so tall that the gloomy shadow completely enveloped the shrike.
"Shrike, I've always had this idea."
"I feel that many things are corresponding, such as light and darkness, life and death, and the despicability and virtue of human beings."
He took out the silver revolver, opened the cylinder, and found that there was exactly one bullet left in it, the last bullet. Floki calmly unloaded the last bullet and held it in his hand.
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"So, will you be despicable for the sake of a greater desire, or will you stick to your own bottom line and choose virtue?"
Floki knelt down, put the silver death knell into Shrike's hand, and said cruelly.