The storm carried the cold sea water high into the sky, and then it fell down with a loud noise, hitting the fireworks that refused to go out.
The ironclad ship began to fall, and the rolling waves continued to invade it, but even so, it sank very slowly... But it was indeed sinking, and the sea water soaked through the cabin and rushed in the corridor. Like an old man who was dying slowly, the ironclad ship was stepping into death, but it was powerless to stop it from happening.
The sea was roaring, and the pirates who fell into the sea were wailing, but after another wave, they disappeared. Some people were struggling in the boiling sea of fire, but gradually lost their voices.
Such cruel scenes are constantly happening, but there is no time to lament these things because the naval battle continues.
The black angel leaped into the sky using the power of the burning lacquer antimony. The bad weather actually helped it stay in the air. With its wings spread, it circled above the battlefield like a vulture.
In successive battles, including the ironclad ship that was slowly sinking below him, Lorenzo's side had sunk four ironclad ships. The enemy still had two ironclad ships with combat effectiveness. The third one was the Black Fang that broke through the rainstorm. It was hit by a shot from Ascalon, and most of the buildings on the deck were destroyed. In Lorenzo's opinion, the Black Fang did not have much combat effectiveness left.
In fact, the Black Fang was in a much worse state than Lorenzo had expected. Ascalon directly destroyed the command room, the fire ignited the living area inside, and caused a secondary explosion of the ammunition in the warehouse.
It can be said that after going through so much, there are few living people on the Black Fang. It was not under Zeo's control that it was approaching here, but the waves were pushing the Black Fang.
Zeo sat on the wet deck, leaning against the protruding wreckage, and his only movable hand tightly grasped the groove to prevent himself from rolling into the sea due to the bumps.
"Is this your will, Lord Odin?"
Zeo raised his head and looked at the Grim Reaper hovering above his head.
It was as if an invisible hand was controlling everything in secret, causing the Morning Advance and the Black Fang Pirates to meet here. Even giving up or escaping was impossible. The storm completely enveloped this place, the direction of the water flow was reversed, and all ships could only sail towards the center of the vortex.
The threads of fate were picked up by the goddess, woven together, and then cut.
Zeo was not afraid, on the contrary, he was still very happy.
"Even if we can't seize the ironclad ship, even if we can't use it to plunder a country... at least we can die with honor like this. Not every Viking can die at the hands of such a monster."
Zeo laughed, but his laughter was monotonous and no one responded to him.
Looking to the side, I saw a body lying not far away. The cause of death was puncture wounds. Perhaps the violent shaking of the boat caused it to lose balance for a moment. The body was stuck on the broken railing, and its arms and thighs were strangely bent.
"That won't do. I died in such a ridiculous way, but I can't go to Valhalla..."
Zeo murmured as he looked at the sailor's body.
The sailor finally came to his senses and realized that what Zeo said was nonsense. He didn't want to die, so he tried to escape, but in this roaring sea, no one had anywhere to escape.