The fleet moved slowly on the calm sea. When it left Maluri Port, the ships were as large as a pack of wolves, but after the previous naval battle, only three ships were left. The rest of the ironclad ships either sank in the Battle of Lingbing Bay or were left behind because they were too severely damaged to continue to follow the team.
Even so, the three existing ironclad ships were not in good condition. In order to pursue the Morning Advance, their own damage was gradually increasing. Most importantly, after paying such a price, they still lost the Morning Advance on a dark night.
The Blood Shark, which was in the best condition, was sailing in the front. It was loaded with supplies and elite soldiers and crew members. It was the sharpest sword in the hands of the plague doctor. It split the sea and moved forward.
"Is this... the so-called Sea of Silence?"
The plague doctor stood at the bow, gazing at the gray world, his voice trembling slightly, not with fear but excitement.
"This erosion is everywhere, as if this sea area was built on the basis of some strange existence."
With his arms open, the plague doctor enjoyed the surging and oppressive power, which, like the hazy gray, enveloped everyone who stepped into the Sea of Silence.
In the tense pursuit battle, the Plague Doctor, like Lorenzo and others, were all affected by the erosion. They were completely immersed in the fight of blood and fire, and were completely unaware that they had unknowingly stepped into the Sea of Silence.
After losing track of the Dawn Advance, the Plague Doctor took stock of his surroundings.
At first, the plague doctor did not dare to believe that the erosion originated from the Silent Sea, but after simple speculation and experiments, he realized that the erosion followed the fleet and its scope was almost equal to the scope of this sea area.
This is the abnormality of the Silent Sea. After learning this, the plague doctor realized the "blockade" of the Silent Sea to the outside world. Anyone who enters the Silent Sea will be eroded and their perception will be distorted. Even if they are lucky enough to come out, mortals will fall into madness due to the erosion.
"What a surprise." The plague doctor sighed.
There was no test of inner decision, nor any grand ceremony. These people were like lost children, and they easily strayed into this forbidden vortex.
"The Sea of Silence... This is truly the Sea of Silence."
Another voice sounded, and Zeo was sitting in a wheelchair, with the soldiers behind him pushing him, slowly approaching the plague doctor.
Zeou has recovered well at this moment. His whole face still looks hideous after the burns, with only his swollen eyeballs and his mouth showing his gums. But even so, he is much better than before.
Before, it was like a dying person, but now it seems that the god of death is not very interested in Zeo's life or death. He has successfully stolen time from the hands of the god of death and lives in the ecstasy of survival.
Zeo had a close call with death, but this was not the mercy of death, but a deal with the devil. Zeo's survival came at a price, not only because he helped the plague doctor sneak into the Viking countries and bypass the warnings at sea, but also because of some deeper costs...
Just by recalling the bloody operation, Zeo could feel phantom pain coming from his body, as if the sharp scalpel was still cutting his body, removing the human parts bit by bit, until Zeo became some inhuman being.