Above the calm sea, sporadic gunfire sounds were heard, and dark red tracks crisscrossed one after another, indicating that the battle was still going on and the long night was still as long as if it had never happened.
Shrike sat on the ground tiredly, with a few empty bottles of Florend potions and some simple dried meat beside him to fill his stomach and restore his energy.
In front of him was the tall weapon master, which was fixed to the deck by cables. Technicians were carrying tool boxes and hurriedly repairing it. The third generation armor and black angel were not here. They were seriously damaged and no one could drive them for the time being, so they were sent back to the cabin and maintained by the technicians of the perpetual pump.
For a mortal like Shrike, driving the Sin Armor is not an easy job, not to mention participating in such a fierce battle while driving it.
His mind was tense for too long, so long that Shrike almost fainted after he was out of the armor.
He looked tiredly at the somewhat silent deck. Everyone was silently carrying out their work. Invisible pressure was oppressing everyone. There were many complicated factors, such as the purpose of this operation, the fierce battle, and the empty Black Angel...
Shrike was too lazy to think any further. He comforted himself that he should get used to the "surprises" that Lorenzo brought.
"How do you feel now?"
Hebode came over, now fully armed to deal with any danger that might come at any time.
"I'm fine. At least I'm not going to die." Shrike bit off the dried meat in big mouthfuls and gobbled it up. "How about Blue Emerald?"
"It was a bit bad. When the technicians used saw blades to dig her out of the third-generation armor, her arms were torn by broken steel, leaving several wounds, and a piece of metal pierced through her shoulder."
Hebod described Blue Emerald's injuries. Listening to this, Shrike had no intention of eating for a moment. But after thinking about the possible dangers later, he forced himself to swallow and accumulate strength.
"She's still conscious, though," Hebbold said.
It was not until he arrived on the Dawn Advance that he saw the Sin Armor for the first time. However, he did not feel the gap in technology, but was instead terrified by these beasts made of flesh and steel.
This fear was aroused to the maximum when witnessing the coming of the black angel.
Heibode also walked behind the black angel at that time and saw the cracked gap filled with hideous flesh and blood, and the slightly swaying connecting wires, which rose and fell with the metal as if they were breathing.
Smelling the thick blood, Hebode felt like he was facing a beast with its mouth wide open, while Lorenzo, Shrike and others had to step into such a mouth and let themselves be swallowed by it...
It's like offering yourself as a sacrifice to some unknown weirdness in exchange for power.
"Don't think too much, Hebod. Everything that's happening now is under control. You have to get used to it." Shrike probably felt the change in Hebod's mentality, and he comforted him.
"Besides, the battle isn't over yet. No matter what you want to do, let's wait until it's all over."
Shrike looked at the other end of the sea. Under the moonlight, he could see the vague shadow of the ironclad ship. Then several dark red spots of light expanded in his field of vision. Some of them hit the Morning Advance, making a harsh sound, while others fell into the sea, causing a splash.