This is the giant ship Najirfa sailing towards the end of the world. It is full of ghosts and monsters. They are sailing towards the end of the world, bringing disaster and extinction.
Everything is proceeding like the myths of the Vikings. The only difference is that there are still ordinary people on this giant ship who know nothing about it. They are the main force of the ship. The so-called ghosts and monsters are only a minority.
, and now Lorenzo is going to lead the madman and the mortals to death together.
Floki was still intoxicated in his crazy imagination, looking up at the bright stars, looking forward to conquering this last vacancy.
The epidemic doctor longed for the moment of witnessing the truth. The flesh and blood on his body squirmed like a swarm of snakes, and his scarlet eyes observed the expressions of others, just like bystanders enjoying the performance.
Watson had a cold face. As an ascendant, she is truly an existence comparable to the gods, a false god who came to the world.
Shrike remained silent, clenching his fists and keeping his gaze on Floki, his anger supported by hatred and madness.
Lorenzo's eyes swept over their faces one by one, looking at these crazies, he sighed deeply, as if he had made some decision, but he did not say it at the moment.
The ship's doctor who arrived took Seliu away, and the temperature continued to drop. Not only Seliu, but others also developed symptoms, and some were also troubled by erosion.
Fortunately, after these battles, there were very few survivors on the ship. Even if someone was affected by the erosion and turned into a monster, it was still within control.
When the ship's doctor said this, Lorenzo could also feel the change in his expression. Although he tried to remain calm, there was still a trace of madness in his words in the end.
"The more people die, the more resources are left..."
The ship's doctor's eyes flashed with greed, and he left after saying this.
The firelight in the furnace rose and fell, reflecting on the bodies of several people, rising and falling.
"What do you think? Lorenzo." Watson asked at this time.
Lorenzo nodded and said slowly.
"This is not a journey that never returns. No matter what, someone needs to survive and bring the stories here back."
Just like when Floki let Shrike survive, someone needs to know what happened here. If they fail, perhaps a larger and stronger ship will arrive here someday in the distant future.
Others did not react much to Lorenzo's words, and they themselves did not care about them.
For them, this voyage was a one-way ticket, and no one thought about the return trip. No matter what choice Lorenzo made, as long as they could move on, no one would care.
"With the loss of the hull, the consumption of resources, and the invasion of erosion, if we continue to move forward like this, we may reach the end of the world, but what is certain is that we will stay there forever."
Lorenzo said and looked at Floki.
"You should know this, Shipbuilder Floki, this sea of silence is a barrier after another. It is completely isolated from mortal prying eyes in various factors. Even if someone penetrates deep into it, it will be difficult to return.
I can only keep the secret here forever."
"What's wrong?"
Floki asked. He could feel the change in Lorenzo. Unlike these madmen who had nothing, Lorenzo cared about something.
"If we keep driving, more and more people will die from erosion and cold. We need to stop," Lorenzo said.
"What do you mean?"
Floki's expression immediately turned cold, and the doctor beside him also changed slightly.
This doomsday giant ship is full of monsters. Now they can live in harmony on the ship, bound by the same purpose. But now this purpose has diverged, and the monsters have spread their fangs and claws.
"I need the survival of the Morning Glory Advance and these crew members. If we continue to move forward and break the ice, the temperature will be even lower. The channel we broke will be frozen, and we will be trapped and die here," Lorenzo said his own
idea.
Lacquer antimony and Florund's potion are not endless, nor are armored ships unsinkable.
Lorenzo can feel the changes in the strength of the erosion. The deeper you go, the more terrifying the power becomes. At first, people may be able to use Florund potion to maintain it, but this is just an illusion. The madness has not receded, it will only slowly rise.
, until mortals can no longer support it.
"Let the Morning Glory Advance stay here. Faced with the erosion, the crew has no ability to resist. If we continue to move forward, we will only die in vain. It is better for us to disembark and go on foot."
Lorenzo's eyes were clear, he had already made his decision.
Go there on foot.
After Lorenzo finished speaking, he stood up and glanced at the white land in the distance.
Extreme cold and erosion, walking in this environment is simply a fantasy, mortals will easily die in it, but this time Lorenzo feels that such a decision has some hope.
This harsh environment is only for mortals, but Lorenzo is not a mortal.
"Me, the Epidemic Doctor, Watson and Floki, we are the only stubborn guys going forward alone. What do you think?"
"Is that so? It doesn't matter to me. I'm very good at adapting."
The Plague Doctor waved his hand. After knowing Lorenzo's purpose, he was relieved a lot. The Plague Doctor even felt that getting rid of these useless mortals might have a greater chance of success, and he himself was not afraid of erosion.
With the severe cold, Power Yanar gave him a nearly immortal body.
Watson did not speak, but nodded towards Lorenzo. She had no physical existence, and the harsh environment could not threaten her at all, not to mention that she was on Lorenzo's side.
Floki was silent for a few seconds, and finally he could only nod, agreeing to everything.
"Then let's get ready. This is our last time on the ship."
Lorenzo said to the others, and the meeting ended peacefully.
Floki stood up and passed by the shrike in the wheelchair. Then he stopped and turned around to look at the guy in the wheelchair whose appearance was difficult to distinguish.
"Well done, Shrike. You've shown your worth."
Floki smiled, recognizing the Shrike.
The figure in the wheelchair could be seen trembling, Shrike's eyes were red, Lancelot's pale face flashed in the rising fireworks, and the hand that once pulled the trigger could not stop shaking.
【kill him.】
【kill him.】
【kill him.】
The dead souls whispered in his ears, their voices getting louder and louder.
Floki did not move, but stayed in place. He knew the inner struggle of Shrike and looked at his back expectantly, waiting for Shrike's madness and rage.
But there was nothing after that. Shrike finally calmed down and said calmly.
"get out."
Floki was stunned. He wanted to say something, but found that no matter what he said, it was a bit ridiculous.
After taking a deep look at Shrike's back, it was hard to imagine that the furious guy had become like this. He turned around and disappeared into the darkness silently.
Shrike took a long breath, as if he wanted to spit out all the resentment and anger of the past ten years. He coughed a few times, and his breath became even more depressed.
"I'm okay, I'm not disappointed."
Lorenzo walked to Shrike's side and heard Shrike say weakly.
Shrike reluctantly raised his head and gave Lorenzo an ugly smile.
Shrike adhered to his principles from beginning to end. He was a soldier, a high-ranking knight of the purge mechanism. He obeyed orders and even gave up his roaring and burning anger.
This was not an easy choice, but fortunately, Shrike came to his senses despite the erosion and hatred.
Lorenzo nodded and said with praise.
"You are the only selfless one among us, Shrike."
These are words from the heart.
Lorenzo has long felt the fluctuations of Shrike. Once he really listens to the dark voice, maybe at that moment, Shrike's body will begin to alienate and try to kill Floki.
Stretching out his hand, Lorenzo comforted the shrike.
They are all paranoid and selfish ghosts. The doctor is for his truth, Floki is for his charts, and as for Lorenzo...
He didn't know whether his reason was to let the crew survive or to let Seleu survive. Sometimes Lorenzo also reflected on this. Is it the mortal world he wanted to save, or the world where his friends survived?
Lorenzo thinks it should be the latter. What he hopes to save is the world where Seleu and the others exist. This sounds a bit selfish, but Lorenzo thinks it's not bad.
He never thinks that he is a good person. Saving the world is too sacred and far away for him. Such selfish reasons are more in line with his heart.
Right, that is it.
"You are my friend too, Shrike."
Lorenzo said, his words were a bit incomprehensible, and the shrike didn't know what he was talking about, and then he felt a cold touch on his head.
The crown of holy silver was placed on Shrike's head. This thing can isolate the invasion of [Gap]. As for whether it can isolate erosion, Lorenzo still doesn't know, and there is no time for him to experiment. This is more like a
A kind of psychological comfort and blessing for friends.
The ship's doctor came over. They pushed the wheelchair and took Shrike back to the medical cabin. In just a few minutes, only Lorenzo Watson and the epidemic doctor were left here.
"If the ice continues to thicken, our speed will soon slow down, and then we will have to disembark and walk."
Lorenzo said to the epidemic doctor.
"Is there anything else you need? Take care of it quickly, we might never come back."
The Plague Doctor thought for a while and walked over slowly. After this period of rest and recovery, thanks to Quan Neng Yanar, the wound caused by the sea snake on him was almost completely healed. This is also the pillar for the Plague Doctor to continue moving forward, like
Few things can kill a monster like him.
"I do have some things to deal with."
As the doctor spoke, he looked towards the bow of the ship, and bursts of snow dust were thrown up.
"How much further can we go?"
"A few hours, or a few days, who knows? If possible, I want to stop and set off as soon as possible. The deeper we go, the harder it will be for mortals to resist... There is no need for them to die in vain with us." Lorenzo said.
.
"All right."
The epidemic doctor nodded and walked into the darkness.
Lorenzo and Watson looked at each other, they were the only ones left here, and the two slowly leaned together.
"What do you think is ahead? Watson."
Lorenzo asked with a heavy heart.
This voyage was too heavy, and Lorenzo's friends fell one after another. Now Lorenzo only has Watson, and only she, who is more than a mortal, can accompany Lorenzo on this final journey.
, which made Lorenzo no longer so panicked.
"The truth, all the truth."
Watson took Lorenzo's hand and encouraged his old friend.
They have traveled a long distance, from the night of Advent to the end of the world, it is so long.
Lorenzo took a long breath and lowered his head. The severe cold came faster than he expected. The deck was already covered with a light layer of hoarfrost, which grew around the metal and froze everything.
He was ready to continue the interrupted conversation.
"Watson, what exactly lies beneath the well of sublimation?"
Lorenzo did not continue the conversation while others were there before, but now they are the only two here, and Lorenzo wants to know the answer.
"We, or rather, we used to be."
Watson did not hide anything and answered Lorenzo's question directly.
"Lorenzo, everything in [Baptism of the Gods] really existed. This is not some illusory dream, it is actually..."
"It's a [gap], an extremely huge [gap], an extremely complete [gap]. It's like another real world. Countless people have used their memories to build that great place."
Lorenzo told all this before Watson did, and Watson looked a little surprised.
"Some people saw a short story from it, some saw a few books, some gained some knowledge, and some browsed the beauty of the entire world... This is the source of dreams."
Lorenzo continued.
"When I invaded Him, I saw the former Temple of Stasis. I have had this idea since then. Is this really true?"
Lorenzo was in a very calm mood. In his opinion, this result was more normal and reasonable. After all, all the demon hunters were connected to the [Gap] from the beginning. It is the root of all demon hunters and the source of secret blood.
.
"That [gap] records our past, our past era, the era before reincarnation and iteration."
I thought I would be in a surging mood, but at this moment, Watson's mood was just like Lorenzo's, extremely calm.
"Then why does it become like this?"
Lorenzo murmured to himself, recalling the magnificent world he had seen, how powerful and great it was, but in the end it died, and in the constant reincarnation and iteration, he became Lorenzo
The world we are familiar with.
Watson did not answer. After a short silence, she said.