Under the cover of night, the storm has fully formed. The strong wind lifts the sea water and sweeps it into the sky, interweaving with the thunder. It is like a giant pillar reaching the sky, slowly moving across the sea.
The Morning Advance was on the edge of the storm, accelerating at full power to escape the storm. Heavy rain was pouring down, hitting the portholes with crackling sounds.
As Shrike continued to talk, the atmosphere in the cabin became extremely depressing. Even Blue Jade's cold face seemed to have melted a little.
The information control within the Purification Agency is very strict. If you have not reached that level, there are some information that you cannot access or know at all, such as the ending of each Knight Commander.
Blue Jade still remembers Galahad. After participating in an operation in the lower city, he mysteriously disappeared into the Purge Agency. Is he dead? Blue Jade is not sure. Almost a year has passed, and there is still no one to replace his title. Is he still alive? So what is he doing
No one knows, probably only Arthur knows it all. For example, what Shrike just said. It was not until Shrike told his past experiences that Blue Jade knew how the previous Lancelot died.
Now that Blue Jade was also going to that forbidden sea area, her mood couldn't help but become a little heavy.
"Then what?"
Lorenzo asked. When he came to the key part, Shrike suddenly stopped. He supported his head with his hands, his eyes lowered, as if he was thinking about something.
No one disturbed the Shrike, and the silence lasted for a long time until Lorenzo lost his patience.
"And then? There was nothing else."
Shrike looked very tired, his bad memories draining him both physically and mentally.
"The Narwhal stopped after moving forward for a short while... To be more precise, the demons captured us," Shrike recalled with difficulty. "It was too chaotic at the time, and I don't know the details."
"Anyway, the Narwhal suddenly stopped. I guess the bodies of the demons got entangled in the propeller. Then we became an isolated city on the ice. Countless demons piled up like a mountain and climbed onto the deck easily."
Shrike let out a long sigh, not knowing whether to be happy or sad.
"Floki's plot was shattered. If nothing unexpected happened, we would probably all die at sea. I laughed at him at that time, but that guy didn't give up. He gathered a few Vikings who were still rational. They used the crazy soldiers and Vikings as bait, lowered the longship, and tried to escape from the Narwhal."
"You guys have broken through the siege?"
Lorenzo found it unbelievable. According to Shrike's words, they would have died in that environment. But the fact was that Shrike survived and was sitting here telling him the story of that time.
“Not really. I was very lucky. After we lost power, the bow got stuck on the ice. The two were firmly combined together. The demons had nowhere to attack and could only scratch at the ice. When Floki brought me to the surface of the ice, I could even see the demons under the ice with the help of the light track.
They opened their mouths wide with bloodthirstiness, and used their teeth and claws to gnaw and scratch me. There were tens of thousands of them like a school of fish, and there was only a layer of ice between me and them.