This is the last fight. If you lose, you will sleep forever in this silent sea. If you win, you will continue to move forward and explore the boundaries of human cognition.
The weapon master walked on the broken deck, carrying fixed cables to allow it to move steadily on the raging waves to avoid falling into the deep sea.
The sea water kept rising up and hitting the deck, and the splashes brought with them broken corpses, as if they were sailing in a sea of corpses.
Seeing these, Hebode was not too upset, probably because he was used to this hellish scenery. Moreover, in Viking legends, many people regarded the Sea of Silence as the country of the dead, and this just proved this statement.
The sea serpent began to move, carrying the huge wound on its body, and advanced towards the Morning Glory Advance. As it approached, one could clearly feel the change in temperature around it. The cold sea breeze became a little warm, as if gusts of burning wind were about to sweep here.
The light was blazing. Shrike raised his head and glanced at the glow behind the sea fog, as if daylight was about to land here.
Ascalon's gun barrel has been set up, and the Morning Advance is also adjusting the angle, preparing to launch a fatal blow to the sea snake's wound.
The Black Angel was docked not far away. In order to move at high speed, it had no cables wrapped around its body, but instead relied on iron feathers inserted under the deck to secure itself.
Normally, Lorenzo's behavior would surely be scolded by Notar. He has always cherished his ships, but now there is no need to care about it, not to mention that Notar will no longer scold Lorenzo.
The power of Gabriel linked the [gap] of everyone. Lorenzo was like a messenger, constantly conveying the words of others to another group of people, so as to make the paralyzed communication work again. It was also for this reason that the functions of various areas of the Morning Glory Advance could be unified again.
"Honestly, Harbord, this is the first time I've ever felt happy seeing a Viking."
Seeing Hebod and Clough jogging over, Shrike joked.
Because of past experiences, Shrike hated Vikings very much. When he was in the lower city, he often targeted these barbarians from the north. But now it is different. The stubborn prejudice and hatred between life and death have loosened a lot.
"I'm not happy to die with you... It takes courage."
Hebod was not happy. He and Clave followed the weapon master not far away. The attack range of this Sin Armor was extremely wide when it was swung. If they got too close, it would hinder the Shrike's battle.
"Can that thing hold up to the bombardment?"
Hybord asked uncertainly.
After the crane was moved, Ascalon was placed on the cabin building on the deck, which was piled with corpses and ruins left over from the battle. It was like a twisted metal complex that barely supported the gun barrel.
Even so, the bombardment was still very difficult. With Ascalon's slow reloading speed, they only had one chance to fire, and in this situation, they had no ability to adjust the angle and distance of the bombardment. In order to hit the sea snake, they needed to get very close to it.
Where before Ascalon was a spear that pierced the sky, now it is a deadly but limiting dagger.