It was truly a thrilling journey to the end of the world. Amidst the extreme cold and surrounding erosion, the tattered Morning Glory Advance struggled to crush the ice, break through the cold water, and move forward on the way home.
When recalling what they had experienced, a faint fear echoed in the hearts of every survivor. At that time, they on the ship could do nothing, just like a group of prey caught in a trap, waiting for death to come.
Continuous fighting has caused the armor of the hull to wither, and the main structure has also been affected. It is like a dangerous building. No one knows when this big ship will disintegrate and be on the verge of collapse.
In order to get out of the ice sea, all the energy was supplied to the power cabin. Most of the cabins were also attacked by demons and were blocked and isolated. The remaining people could only huddle in the cold indoors and use the only available
Resources extend the time of survival.
They hugged each other, shivering, enduring the cold and erosion, as well as the roaring sound coming from deep inside the cabin in the middle of the night.
Fortunately, they did it in the end, and the Dawn Advance returned to the harbor, and these poor people were able to return to the civilized world.
"That was a really bad experience."
Shrike looked at this familiar old friend and said softly.
Because of the serious injury, he didn't have much memory when he returned. In Lan Jade's words, Shrike was in a coma most of the time. Even when he woke up, his eyes were dull and numb. Only when changing the gauze, he could
He will gasp in pain several times.
"What have you been through?"
Kestrel was a little curious. Although he later heard these survivors talk about the experience of the Silent Sea, he had never experienced it personally. There was always a thick barrier between illusion and reality.
"You don't want to go through this, Kestrel."
Shrike said sincerely.
He was not joking. After being rescued, most of the survivors were examined by Black Mountain Hospital and found to have varying degrees of mental illness. There were also some people who had been under the influence of erosion for a long time and had some mental changes.
Irreversible effects.
As for the dead, they were countless. Many of their corpses sank into the cold ocean together with the demons. Only the cold and gray nameplate was brought back to show that this person once existed.
The atmosphere was slightly depressing, and Kestrel didn't ask any more questions. Although he was big-hearted, he was also a member of the purification agency, and he was also a high-ranking knight who had experienced life and death. He knew that some things could be joked about, and some things could not, and even
It shouldn't even be mentioned.
People can't remember everything accurately. It's not so much that they can't remember, but it's the self-optimization of the human brain that forgets all the bad, boring, sad, etc., and sweeps it into the dust.
Thinking of this, Kestrel couldn't help but feel a little sad for Hercule. This guy seemed unable to forget all this. Beautiful things would become extremely real in his eyes, and the same was true for those nightmares.
[The Well of Sublimation is restless, and the erosion intensity of the entire area is constantly rising, just like the Sea of Silence.]
Suddenly a voice sounded in people's minds, and Watson spoke without warning.
Others didn't react much, but everyone was still somewhat uncomfortable and resistant to this sudden sound.
Think about it, there is a ghost among you who can easily invade your mind. Not only can she talk endlessly in your mind, but she can also directly strip away your memories and expose all your secrets to the sun.
No one will like this.
[The population within the Seven Hills has been evacuated, but they were not evacuated too far. Instead, they lingered outside the city of the Seven Hills and in the surrounding emerald green. 】
Watson was talking to himself, and there was silence in the carriage, but the voices in his head continued.
[Feleng Cui is the most densely populated city in the Holy Evangelical Papal Kingdom. Once erosion expands into Fei Leng Cui, the entire city will be in crisis.
On the night of Holy Advent, the erosion was controlled within the Temple of Stasis, so it did not cause much harm. But this time, once the erosion spreads to Feileng Cui, we may face the most serious demon in history.
event.
The whole city will fall into hell.]
As Watson told the story, blazing fire flashed before everyone's eyes, and the majestic city collapsed bit by bit in the red like charred rotten wood.
"We set off too late, so by the time we got to Florence, it was probably the worst case scenario."
At this time Merlin also explained.
"Although the Morning Glory Advance is still operational, it can only transport the Navigation Dawn. We do not have the ability to grab a landing site. We can only rely on the Navigation Dawn to take off and cross the burning emerald green from high altitude.
, directly to the Seven Hills."
"Then parachute from above the Cathedral of Saint-Naro? Like the air cavalry."
Lorenzo asked, this branch of arms that relied on war airships sounds very dreamy even now.
"Well, we will divide our forces into two groups." Merlin continued.
"Divide the troops into two groups?" Lorenzo asked.
"If Feilengcui has fallen, then the erosion intensity in the Seven Hills will probably be terrifyingly high. Lorenzo, not everyone has the ability to face all this. If you rashly airborne like this, you are just risking death."
"So what are you going to do?"
"Make a double plan. An elite team led by you will parachute directly into the Seven Hills and try to destroy the Well of Sublimation. We mortals who cannot face the darkness will try to control the expansion of erosion."
Speaking of this, Merlin showed a very helpless expression. To this day, humans still have no means to completely resist erosion. For the vast majority of mortals, when exposed to that level of erosion, their lives begin to count down.
"After all, once you fail, we will face the most terrifying wave of demons in history," Merlin expressed his worries. "Don't blame me for not having confidence. Making all bad plans is the true nature of war."
"We are responsible for destroying the Well of Sublimation, and you are responsible for controlling the spreading erosion."
Lorenzo repeated Merlin's words.
Merlin nodded, then sighed.
"Actually, it's control, but it's just trying our best to hunt down monsters. The Navigation to Dawn can't carry too many people and weapons. No matter how much we bomb the ground, it's hard to kill them all... It can only be said that we are trying our best.
Already."
"Then have you ever thought about what will happen after our failure?" Lorenzo suddenly asked, "If the elites I brought, and even myself, died in the Cathedral of San Naro, the expansion of erosion would not be able to
Stop, the war with the demon breaks out again..."
Gradually, Lorenzo himself fell silent, and he couldn't help but recall the picture that seemed to be the end of the world.
Endless monsters are devouring cities one after another, turning into a scarlet ocean and expanding crazily.
Unknowingly, everything Lawrence predicted is gradually becoming a reality, and sliding towards the direction of nightmare.
"I haven't thought about it. To be precise, I don't dare to think about it." Merlin looked a little tired, and then tried his best to show a stiff smile, "This kind of thing is too unfamiliar to us, and suddenly we became the heroes who saved the world.
, of course, whether it can be saved is another question."
At this time, the armed iron snake slowly stopped, the car door opened, and the cold sea breeze rushed into the car, sweeping away the sultry heat and silence.
Stepping out of the carriage, the vast world comes into view. The renovated Morning Glory Advance is floating quietly on the sea. In the huge steel bird's nest above, the falling shadow cuts off the shape of the war airship.
Peeping at its broken figure.
"But now that we've come this far, there's no turning back, right?"
Merlin stood beside Lorenzo and whispered to him.
Lorenzo didn't respond, just looked ahead, not far away, where Arthur was already waiting.
Step forward, move forward, and embark on the final voyage.
…
I was sleepy, hungry, and cold. My whole body felt swollen and painful, and my senses were constantly numb.
He hasn't had such a bad experience for a long time. He remembers that the last time it was like this was when he was on a mission in Inverge. Samuel remembered that he was hunting down an exiled cardinal, and ended up encountering the mysterious Loren there.
Zoe Holmes.
It was really a bad battle, and he was almost killed by successive heavy injuries. Fortunately, he had the power of immortality and strong vitality, which allowed Samuel to survive that predicament.
He still remembered how he looked when he crawled out of the cellar. As the secret blood subsided, his injuries were gradually exposed. He fell in the soft grass, wrapped in the hazy drizzle.
"That's really a nice view."
He remembered in a low voice.
Every time he used his power and climbed back from the edge of death, Samuel felt like he was reborn.
In fact, from a physiological point of view, he is indeed being reborn, with the old flesh and blood being removed and new flesh and blood proliferating crazily.
He was leaning in a dark corner, and there was a gap in front of him. Light was revealed in the gap, and it hit Samuel's body and turned into a narrow strip of light, splitting his head and piercing his left eye from the top of his head.
, extending all the way to the ground.
In a daze, he once again saw the hazy drizzle and delicate green grass in the light. They grew on the fertile soil and continued to spread until the end of his sight...
Samuel stretched out his hand and tried to grab it. Then he pushed open the door. The light became stronger in an instant and completely enveloped him. However, after the strong light passed, he could not reach the dreamy place.
Instead, he was in a bright corridor, as if everything just happened was his imagination.
Yes, it's just conjecture.
Samuel stumbled back and finally sat on the bed, his head lowered and his eyes frightened.
This is the third day since he escaped from the Seven Hills. For the past three days, the Seven Hills has been completely sealed. High-intensity erosion has enveloped it, and no one dares to approach.
People could only see the burning fire in the city, the buildings collapsing one after another in the fire, and the roaring like a demon.
The Templar Knights are stationed outside the city, but these successive nightmares have shaken them a little before the war begins. Everyone has panic hidden in their hearts, even Samuel is no exception.
"Go away."
He cursed and scratched his ears, but the woman's soft singing lingered in his ears and refused to stop.
Samuel didn't know exactly what she was singing, but those words of unknown meaning reached his ears, as if they were some kind of vicious curse, and everyone who listened would be captured by extremely dark hatred.
Under the influence of this mysterious force, he was unable to fall asleep completely. During his sleep, he would have hallucinations, which would continue to affect his will.
For ordinary people, at this time, they would have been tortured to the point of going crazy, but Samuel still maintained a certain degree of sanity and relied on the ability of the demon hunter to fight against it.
He calmed down for a while, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, walked aside and opened the window.
The emerald green scenery came into view. Under the night, the dazzling firelight easily took away Samuel's attention. He raised his head and looked at the familiar but unfamiliar place.
The place of seven hills.
The Seven Hills can be clearly observed from here. Even now, the fires in the city still have no intention of extinguishing. They continue to burn, turning the entire city into a torch in the darkness, burning blazingly.
Nearby, there were the Templar Knights stationed there. Looking at the close-up view, late at night, the streets of Feilengcui were crowded with people. People gathered in groups and evacuated to the surrounding areas under the command of the Templar Knights.
Seeing this, Samuel felt a strange emotion in his heart.
Fortunately, the beliefs of the people in the emerald green are not so fanatical. Under the intrusion of nightmares and raging fires, most people accepted the order to evacuate, especially the wealthy businessmen and gentry. In order to get
With the protection of the Templar Knights, they even took the initiative to help coordinate.
However, there are still many people in this city who refuse to leave for various reasons, but the Templars have no time to pay attention to these people, and are not even prepared to say anything to persuade them.
The soldiers in the city were also mobilized. They held weapons and took to the streets, patrolling with other Templar knights. Everyone was on standby, as if a potential war was about to break out.
This was an order from Samuel. After arriving in Florence, he contacted the head of the local Knights Templar and ordered them to carry out protection in the name of the Pope.
Samuel didn't know how long the Seven Hills could be defended, but he knew that once the erosion expanded to Feileng Cui, the only ones who could fight them were the mortal Templar Knights.
As the only demon hunter at present, Samuel must make good use of all this to be worthy of the sacrifice of the demon hunting order and do his best to slow down the pace of disaster.
And then...then wait for the illusory reinforcements?
Samuel thought for a while and shook this idea out of his mind. He didn't think there would be any support at this time. The doomsday was advancing on this land. The only thing they could do was to slow down the arrival of death.