"Check for casualties and damage to the ship!"
"Put out the fire first!"
"Ship's doctor! Ship's doctor!"
There was a chaos of various noises on the Morning Advance, and the crew members were running around on the deck anxiously, transporting the wounded and cleaning up the debris on the ground.
Notar also walked out of the command room. As an experienced man who had dealt with many post-war matters like this, he took charge of the on-site arrangements.
The deck trembled slightly, footsteps could be heard, and a tall figure walked slowly towards them.
The weapons division passed by the crew with scorching steam on its body.
The successive firing of the Molten Spears caused part of the weapon master's armor to begin to slightly burn red, and raindrops fell, making a sizzling sound.
No matter who passed by, they couldn't help but look at this hideous machine. This strange machine just showed its awesome power. It had been sleeping in the bottom of the cabin before, and no one knew of its existence.
Shrike drove the weapons division back to the lifting platform. The iron chain was hung on the original sin armor, firmly fixing it in place. The machinery pushed the flesh and blood, and the armor at the back of the neck was lifted. Shrike climbed out of it with great effort.
He didn't seem to be feeling well. Although the weapon master was wearing second-generation armor, it was still a bit difficult for a mortal body to control it. For this reason, Shrike injected a Florend potion to alleviate the pressure caused by the erosion.
Clarity and chaos swirled in my mind, and I felt an inexplicable nausea.
After the engine stopped, the squirming flesh and blood fell into a deep sleep, and the nerve cables connected to the body were disconnected one by one. Shrike climbed down the tall weapons division with great effort.
Shrike's body is covered in sticky substances, which are secretions from the demon's flesh and blood. These gelatinous substances fill the gap between him and the armor, fitting perfectly to the body to cushion impacts.
"I'm so tired..."
Shrike rubbed his head vigorously. He looked up and saw a stream of fire rising into the sky. The black angel rose from the burning wreckage and rode the strong wind towards the Morning Advance.
A fixed stake had already been placed on the deck, which was reserved for the Black Angel to prevent its hook from hitting other places and causing damage to the ship.
After a brief vibration, the Black Angel landed on the deck, retracted the hook, and struggled like a python. Then it lay dormant between the iron feathers and fell silent. The Black Angel walked towards the weapons division. This was the only lifting platform of the Morning Glory Advance, which led directly to the maintenance cabin.
"What is the damage to the ship?"
Lorenzo crawled out from the back of the Black Angel's neck. After the engine stopped, the demon's flesh and blood shrank back under the armor and machinery, making the Black Angel look even thinner, like a silent sculpture.
"Fortunately, the outer armor reinforced with cypress blocked most of the artillery fire. A small part penetrated the armor and hit the cabins, but they were all sealed cabins. In addition, several terrace cannons were seriously damaged." Shrike said.
"It looks like it needs some repairs."
Lorenzo jumped off the Black Angel. Maybe it was really the difference in physical fitness. After driving the Armor of Original Sin, Shrike looked a little listless. Even when he climbed down from the armor, he was trembling like an old man.
The Lorenzo in front of him was a completely different person. He was full of energy and the naval battle just now was as easy for him as going out shopping.