Hebode could barely see the outline under the strong light. Seleu jumped off the ironclad ship in front of him and pounced on the falling black angel.
He stretched out his hand and tried to catch the falling girl, but Hebode could do nothing. He could not lift the falling girl up, and he did not even have the ability to save himself.
A glow hung overhead, emitting light and heat. The rising temperature caused the metal to begin to burn red.
Hebode closed his eyes in pain to prevent the strong light from blinding his pupils. He felt waves of severe pain on his body. The high temperature burned his skin and blisters appeared one after another.
This was a cruel execution. The scorching heat boiled the sea surface, dragging the Morning Advance into the fire and slowly baking everyone on board to death.
Brilliant light.
Perhaps... this is the limit of mortals.
Hebode was thinking this, but suddenly a call broke his confusion.
"Hebod!"
Someone shouted.
Hebode couldn't believe it, but then the voice sounded again.
"Hebod!"
The girl called anxiously.
"S...Selyu?"
Hebode responded loudly. He couldn't open his eyes and groped on the ground with great effort. The temperature of the deck was extremely high and every touch brought a piercing pain.
"Pull me up!"
After listening to the girl's words, Hebode stood up with great effort. The wound on his chest was still bleeding, but he managed to keep his balance.
Perhaps because his eyes were closed, he could not see the strong light of the glow at the moment. Having lost his vision, he felt a lot more at ease.
Relying on the vague impression in his memory, he crawled on the deck, looking for the rope that tied Seleu, and shouted at the same time.
"Kraf!"
Heybod called out to the Vikings.
He was a somewhat timid fellow. Perhaps he had once been a brave Viking warrior, but in this endless nightmare, he had lost his former pride and courage.
Hebod kept calling, but there was no response.
This is to be expected, as not everyone has the courage to face death.
The only one Heybod could rely on now was himself. After groping around randomly, he finally found the taut rope and began to pull it with great effort.
"Is it right?"
Heybod, still a little unsure, shouted loudly.
"Yes! Quick!"
Seryu replied anxiously.
She was hanging on the side of the ship, and at the last moment she pulled Lorenzo out of the Armor of Sin and held him tightly in her arms.
Fortunately, the silver-binding bolts in Lorenzo's body were removed long ago, otherwise, with the weight of the silver-binding bolts, it would be difficult for Seleu to hold Lorenzo.
The suffocating hot wind blew in their faces, blowing the two people continuously and causing them to hit the hull repeatedly.
Lorenzo seemed to have lost consciousness, or he might still be trapped in the Gap. He was unresponsive, like a corpse.
Seleu also closed her eyes. She felt as if she was in a furnace. At this moment, she could do nothing but hold Lorenzo tightly. All her hopes depended on Hebod.