The waves caused by the explosions of the Sea Serpent and Seahorse have not yet calmed down. The remaining fire burning on the sea dispels the cold and brings warmth.
The sky was clear without a single cloud, and the glaciers in the distance were reflecting the light, as if calling people to come.
Seleu looked at all this in a daze, her eyes somewhat relaxed, as if she was relieved. She knelt down weakly, breathing heavily.
The crisis was finally resolved.
This was a somewhat confusing scene. At this moment of despair, a cargo ship, which came from nowhere, carrying tons of explosives, crashed directly into the sea snake, and the explosion completely killed this terrible and powerful enemy.
After the explosion, two strangers boarded the Morning Advance. Their identities were unclear, but judging from the attitude of one of them towards Lorenzo, they should be considered friendly forces.
"Lorenzo really has a lot of friends. He can meet friends in places like this."
Heybod said jokingly.
He glanced at the corpse lying on the side. The corpse looked like it had been baked by high temperature. There were dense blood bubbles on the body. The clothes were also burnt and stuck together with the flesh and blood. The eye sockets became deep, like two black blood holes.
But these were not fatal injuries. What really killed it and left it with no strength to escape from this hell was the wound on its neck.
The flying metal fragments cut into his neck and nearly decapitated him completely, and by the time Heberd heard his response, it was the last of Clough's strength.
This somewhat timid guy still died.
"May your soul return to Valhalla."
Hebode blessed before losing consciousness.
He was carried onto a stretcher by the ship's doctor and taken to the medical cabin.
After this fierce battle and the invasion of erosion, many wounded soldiers did not survive. I don’t know whether to be sad or fortunate. This saved a large amount of medicine for the survivors and gave the busy ship doctors some time to breathe.
The Morning Advance moved forward silently. The deeper it went to the north, the more broken ice there were. In the end, the sea was filled with these undulating ice blocks, which rubbed and collided with the hull, making disturbing noises.
It was very quiet on the boat. There was no cheering, no joy. It was a tragic victory. The survivors had lost all emotions and were left with only a numb feeling of having survived a desperate situation.
The number of casualties is difficult to count, and due to the isolation and blockade inside the cabin, many areas are still out of control. Scattered demons roam around, and all functional departments are running under load.
The ship's doctor injected Florand into Lorenzo, who was lying on the ground. A few minutes later, with the help of the drug, Lorenzo completely woke up from his confusion and could see the things around him clearly.
"Not dead yet? Looks like I got here just in time."
Watson squatted aside and pinched Lorenzo's face.
“I remember… I was in His [gap] and I was blocked by the gate of heaven…”
Lorenzo's words were a little confused, and his memory gradually became clearer, as if everything that had just happened was just a hazy dream.
At the end of his memory, Lorenzo remembered a pair of hands that tore open the door to heaven, and also remembered the girl who dragged him out of the armor of original sin before he sank into the deep sea.