The crane moved slowly, lifted the barrel of Ascalon, reluctantly turned it to a suitable position, and finally placed it on the cabin, using it as a support to turn Ascalon into a fixed artillery. As for how many times it could fire, no one knew.
This giant cannon has been fired far more often than it was designed to, and no one knows when it will reach the end of its service life.
After the deafening bombardment, the half-molten metal swallowed up the Narwhal with scorching heat. Hot steam rose over the entire sea surface. The rusty hull was burned red in an instant, and the flesh and blood inside turned to ashes.
A faint roar came on the wind, as if the Narwhal was wailing.
The cold sea breeze made Hebod shiver a little, but the bone-chilling cold also made him very conscious. He looked up and saw that a quarter of the sky had become bright, but the storm was too huge, and the black cumulus clouds were engulfed by it, as if to drag the world back into darkness.
With the Blood Shark blocking the front, the Morning Glory Advance was under much less pressure. The number of invading demons was not large, but most of them crawled in through the broken walls of the ship and moved inside the hull, making it difficult for the soldiers to stop them effectively.
Fortunately, most of the important areas were blocked. Under Lorenzo's instructions, the soldiers simply gave up the encirclement and suppression of these monsters and allowed them to crawl inside the hull. For Lorenzo, these monsters were not a problem. The biggest trouble was the sea snake. The damage to the hull was not an important factor. As long as the key areas were protected and the Morning Glory Advance could maintain the minimum operating intensity, it would be fine.
Under this strategy, the soldiers were under much less pressure and more manpower was freed up to be deployed elsewhere.
"Hold the deck!"
Hebode shouted loudly, but his voice was instantly swallowed up and covered up by the roar of the wind and waves. He was not sure how many people could hear his voice, but this was all Hebode could do.
Thermite rifles continued to fire, shooting down the demons one by one, ensuring that the deck remained under control.
Not far from Heibode, the tall black angel was tied by cables, standing firmly in the torrential rain.
A few minutes ago, Lorenzo boarded the Black Angel. The engine was roaring, the flesh and blood of the demon were reviving, and the iron feathers were also rising and falling slightly. If you get close enough, you can feel the temperature coming from the armor.
This gives people a strange illusion, and it is unclear whether it is steel or a bloodthirsty creature.
Hebode rubbed his eyes, shook off the cold rain, and looked towards the Blood Shark in the distance. It had already faced the Narwhal and was holding back the enemy for the Morning Advance.
In the command room high up, Notar had a frozen face, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, and he listened to the voice in his head, trying his best to control the Morning Advance so that it could remain stable in the raging waves.
With the attack of demons, the command room was inevitably turned into a battlefield. Fortunately, there were not many demons and they were basically cleared out. In addition, after Haibode took control of the deck, the place became safe for a while.
Notar was already unable to hold on any longer. From high up he could see a more detailed and clear picture. He could see the monsters causing the wind and waves and howling, and he could also see the big ship slowly approaching.