All this happened so suddenly that some people were still staring at the brilliant light tracks above their heads, some were still fighting the monsters crawling out from the bottom of the sea, and some were hiding in the corners of the shadows and trembling...
The complex sounds completely destroyed the tranquility of the silent sea. Shrike was not sure how many people heard the gunshots that were like bells, but he was clear that he clearly heard the bell. It was so loud that all the sounds in the world seemed to fade away under its sound, and in the end only this lonely echo remained.
Lancelot's face was full of disbelief. Blood began to spread from his chest and instantly seeped through his entire shirt. The bullet carried huge kinetic energy and pushed him backwards.
The blood was cooling down and the heart was gradually slowing down. Lancelot had already raised the gun in his hand, but he no longer had the strength to pull the trigger and just fell down stiffly.
Brilliant light tracks were reflected in the gradually dilating pupils, and soon there were bursts of thunder and heavy rain.
"Lancelot!"
Shrike roared and pounced on him. He covered Lancelot's chest and tried to save his life, but it was too late. The silver large-caliber revolver smashed a hole in Lancelot's chest, and his heart was shattered in an instant. No matter how Shrike tried to block it with his hands, the blood still gushed out. It flowed onto the deck and was then washed away by the heavy rain, as if it had never existed.
Floki glanced disdainfully at the Shrike who was holding the corpse. His body was twitching slightly, as if he was crying.
The silver revolver was raised again, but failed to be pulled.
The heavy rain blurred Floki's vision, and the cold wind made the hand holding the gun gradually lose sensation. Perhaps it was also due to erosion and other reasons. He felt that he should get closer and aim better.
The pitch-black muzzle of the gun pointed at the Shrike, and it slowly approached. At this moment, thunder streaked across the sky, making a roaring sound.
Almost at the same time, Shrike jumped up on the spot, and his bent knees burst out with incredible strength, allowing him to move a short distance. The twitching and crying just now only paralyzed Floki. At the moment Lancelot was shot, Shrike was thinking about how to fight back.
The Shrike wants to kill all these Vikings.
But he was still too slow, the bell rang again, and the bullet easily penetrated Lancelot's body and then shot Shrike's arm. When Shrike jumped, he dragged Lancelot's body and used it as a meat shield to cover himself.
The sudden rainstorm wet the deck, and Shrike's landing was very funny. He fell to the ground holding Lancelot's body, and rolled several times. He stopped only when he hit the cabin due to the bumpy ride of the Narwhal.
His whole body was soaked, his clothes began to become heavy, and the cold touch was constantly tormenting Shrike's nerves. While dragging the corpse, Shrike also got Lancelot's gun.
Shrike scrambled to his feet in a panic and moved quickly, pointing the gun at Floki as he remembered. But before he could pull the trigger, a tall figure obscured Shrike.
"Floki Wilgdason!"
Shrike cursed and pulled the trigger. This was a premeditated betrayal. These lunatics might have already targeted him when the Narwhal arrived in the Viking countries.