When Heberd rushed onto the deck, the storm was already very close. It was like a wall rising from the ground, and its shadow completely enveloped the Morning Advance. The ocean currents and wind directions all leaned towards it, like a funnel between heaven and earth, ready to swallow up everything.
A bright skyline rose at the other end of the sea, and on the dark side, the remnants of stars and the aurora shone. The cold sea water rose with the howling of the wind, and they fell like a drizzle, landing on Hebod's face with a chill.
This was an extremely shocking scene, just like the rotation of the heavens. All of this was deeply engraved in Hebod's mind, making it difficult for him to forget these images for the rest of his life.
“We are already in the mythology.”
He muttered to himself.
The Morning Advance sailed into the divine realm, touching upon forgotten stories. Things beyond mortal cognition were happening, and Hebode was fortunate enough to witness it.
The vibration came again, and the jolt brought Heberd back to his shocked mind. He saw the hull began to tilt, and all the fixed guns were facing the direction of the storm.
"Lorenzo! What's going on?"
Hebode looked towards the figure on the deck. He was shrouded in darkness, but the flames rising in his eyes were so bright.
"The final test has arrived, Hybord."
Lorenzo gripped his folding knife tightly, and the bag behind him was full of spiked swords. He looked at the storm vigilantly as it approached the Morning Advance.
"Ten years ago, Shrike failed here. The boiling sea destroyed the Narwhal, and he and Floki had no choice but to flee here on a longboat."
Everything that is happening now is just as Shrike has described it.
The restless sea, the rising storm, the channel across the night sky, and...
"The python of the world."
Lorenzo whispered.
His words were like a spell being told, which melted into the wind and were brought to the ears of Nightmare. As a result, strange winds and waves were stirred up around the storm, as if something was wriggling under the sea.
Hebode's mortal vision might not be able to observe this, but in Lorenzo's eyes, it was so clear.
He could see the huge scales reflecting the starlight, hear the panting amidst the sound of wind and waves, and sense the immense erosion that was disgusting and maddening.
Heavy footsteps were heard, as if a giant was approaching.
Hebode grabbed a cable beside him to steady himself during the violent turbulence. A shadow covered him, and then he saw the approaching giant.
"Black... Black Angel?"
Thunder flickered, and a figure in jagged armor stood behind Hebod in the flash. He recognized this forbidden weapon and knew its name. The sharp iron feathers were as smooth as a mirror, and under the rain, Hebod could even see his own face reflected in them.
Looking up slowly, white flames were constantly coming out of the gap under the mask.
"You're ruling it, aren't you, Lorenzo?"
Hebode asked uncertainly. Only Lorenzo could drive this armor, and now he was standing next to him.
All along, Hebode felt that Lorenzo was hiding something from him, not just from himself. Lorenzo had some secrets that even the Purge Agency didn't know, such as remotely controlling the Black Angels, and responding to the voices in his mind...