Outside the porthole, the strong wind smeared rain on the transparent glass, and the view was filled with a lead-gray storm. Under the thick dark clouds, faint flashes of lightning could be seen, as if some ancient beast was roaring in the core of the storm.
In one hand, Lorenzo held the aviation manuals that Oscar had torn for him, and with the other hand he pressed buttons on the complex control panel. After trying countless times, Lorenzo finally started this big guy.
The giant steel whale was sailing through the storm. Since it took off, it had been shaking violently, as if countless big hands were slapping the airship. If it had not carried enough counterweights, this civilian airship might have been swept up by the storm and torn into pieces the moment it took off.
This was an extremely risky act, but Lorenzo was used to it. It was as if he was walking on the dark seabed. He could only roughly determine the direction based on the compass. Looking down from the porthole, he could see that the entire old London was engulfed by the storm. The Thames flooded the shore and surged into the streets, as if the entire earth was sinking and being swallowed by the raging ocean.
People stayed at home, enjoying this rare warmth, while workers laid bricks to prevent the cold rain from pouring into the furnace.
Lorenzo could still see the fires that had been ignited, in the direction of the Black Mountain Hospital, where the fire was still raging in the beautiful ruins.
It's not clear whether the demon tide there has been completely eliminated, but... there's nothing to worry about.
Lorenzo thought so and looked towards the back of the cabin. It was dark there, with no lights on.
He had taken on the most dangerous job, which was Lorenzo's final gift to the city.
As he thought about it, Lorenzo took out a cigarette and started smoking, then picked up the wine glass beside him. This civilian airship was essentially designed to provide passengers with enjoyment, and all kinds of drinks were available.
"They said I was good for nothing, cold and heartless, no one cared, they said I was hopeless, heartless and had no way out."
Puffing out smoke, with his feet on the control console, humming a strange tune, with the apocalyptic scenery beside him, Lorenzo suddenly had a strange feeling, like an emperor, feeling that he was in control of everything in this disaster. But in fact, he could not control anything, he just felt that it was somewhat cool.
His eyes were slightly narrowed, as if he was about to fall asleep, but the old man's face could not stop appearing in his mind.
During the fierce battle before, Lorenzo still had time to think about these things. Now that he finally had a chance to breathe, these things followed him like a nightmare.
Maybe it was because I was too shocked, or maybe it was because I was shocked enough, so there was no big ups and downs in my heart.
It turns out that everything is like this, it turns out that I am like this.
"Dunling Tower to Reichenbach, you do not have permission to take off, please land immediately!"
An impatient voice sounded from the channel, interrupting Lorenzo's thoughts.
Lorenzo didn't know how he could be contacted. After a brief pause, he suddenly realized that the tower also had the function of regulating air routes. It seemed that the war airships were usually controlled by it.