The freezing cold wind blew into the blackened wreckage. Zeo leaned on the side, his steps staggering, and he fell down after taking a few steps.
His hand seemed to have touched something. He looked at the thing under him with great effort. It was a charred bone. With a little force, it could be completely crushed. If Zeo guessed correctly, this should be the body of his first mate.
He was not in any sad mood. To be more precise, he didn't care about the death of his first mate at all. If he didn't try harder, Zeo would soon go to Valhalla to accompany his first mate, and then there would be plenty of time to share the sadness.
Zeo gasped in pain. In panic he inhaled the hot gas, which burned his respiratory tract. Every breath brought him severe pain, as if a sharp fragment was stuck in his throat.
His vision became distorted, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously, only to find that he had lost the vision in one eye. All he could feel was a stinging sensation and some gelatinous substance.
Perhaps that was his own eyeball. The Burning Spear passed by him. It was the spear thrown by the god of death. Even witnessing it would require paying the price, and the price was that Zeo's body was severely burned when it was close to the Burning Spear. Every movement of his body would bring him great pain. Fortunately, most of the wounds were burned into a ball under the high temperature, stopping the bleeding.
Ascalon's artillery fire was very accurate, but unfortunately it was too fast and went straight through the Black Fang, failing to detonate it and completely destroy it.
The trajectory directly evaporated half of the command room, destroying things like the dashboard and the steering wheel. Now the Black Fang has lost control, and there are continuous explosions under the deck, which seems to be a chain reaction caused by the burning residual heat.
The first mate was dead, the captain was dying, the command room was out of command, and the rest of the Black Fang was exploding...
Zeo had been plundering on the sea for so many years, but this was the first time he encountered such an opponent. The Black Fang was destroyed with just one blow. This was because the opponent was too strong. If Ascalon's power had weakened a little, perhaps the Burning Spear would have been blocked by the layers of steel of the Black Fang, leaving the burning fire on the ship and then burning everything.
It sounds terrible, but Zeo is not afraid. He is even a little happy. He has not encountered such an opponent on the sea for a long time. Although the opponent is a little too strong, it is precisely because he is strong enough that he feels more accomplished when he sinks the opponent.
However... this seems to be just a thought. Zeo may not be able to crawl out of the twisted wreckage alive, let alone conquer the Morning Advance.
Zeo could feel the softness of his body, the pain gradually fading away, and he could vaguely hear the calls of the Valkyries, as they counted their achievements and chose seats for him at the banquet of the gods.
He thought back to when he was a sailor. At that time, Viking warships roamed the seas, and the so-called ironclad ships only existed in legends. His captain once told Zeo that the life of the Viking pirates was a dance with death. They enjoyed glory and victory, but also had to endure the threat of death at any time and anywhere. You might be celebrating one second and be assassinated the next.