This is the giant ship Najilfa, which is heading for the end of the world, and it is loaded with ghosts, gods, and monsters. They are heading for the end of the world, bringing disaster and extinction.
Everything was going on just as in the Vikings' myths, the only difference was that there were still ignorant mortals on this giant ship. They were the main force of the ship, and the so-called ghosts, gods and monsters were a minority. Now Lorenzo was going to take the madman and the mortals into death together.
Floki was still immersed in his crazy fantasies, looking up at the bright stars, looking forward to conquering this last vacancy.
The plague doctor longed to witness the moment of truth. His flesh and blood squirmed like a swarm of snakes, and his scarlet eyes observed the expressions of others, like a bystander enjoying a performance.
Watson had a cold face. As an ascender, she was a true god-like being, a false god who came to the world.
Shrike remained silent, his fists clenched, his eyes fixed on Floki, hatred and madness supporting his anger.
Lorenzo's eyes swept across their faces one by one. Looking at these crazy people, he sighed deeply and seemed to have made some decision, but he did not say it at this moment.
The ship's doctor arrived and took Seleu away. The temperature was still dropping. Not only Seleu, but others also showed symptoms, and some were even troubled by erosion.
Fortunately, after these battles, there are very few survivors on the ship. Even if some people are affected and transformed into monsters, it is still within the controllable range.
When the ship's doctor said this, Lorenzo could also feel the change in his expression. Although he tried to remain calm, his words in the end still carried a hint of madness.
"The more people die, the more resources are left..."
There was greed in the eyes of the ship's doctor, and he left after saying this.
The fire in the fireplace fluctuated, reflecting on the bodies of several people, rising and falling.
"Do you have any ideas, Lorenzo?" Watson asked at this time.
Lorenzo nodded and he spoke slowly.
"This is not a journey of no return. No matter what, someone needs to survive and bring back the stories from here."
Just like Floki allowed Shrike to survive, someone needs to know what happened here. If they fail, perhaps one day in the distant future, a larger and stronger ship will arrive here.
The others did not react much to Lorenzo's words, and they themselves did not care about them.
For them, this voyage was a one-way ticket. No one thought about returning. No matter what decision Lorenzo made, no one cared as long as they could keep moving forward.
"With the loss of the ship, the consumption of resources, and the invasion of erosion, if we continue to move forward like this, we may reach the end of the world, but what is certain is that we will stay there forever."
Lorenzo said as he looked towards Floki.
"You should be clear about this, shipbuilder Floki. This silent sea is a series of barriers. It is completely isolated from the prying eyes of mortals in various ways. Even if someone goes deep into it, it is difficult for them to return. They can only keep the secrets here forever."
"What's wrong?"
Floki asked, he could feel the change in Lorenzo, unlike these crazy people who had nothing, Lorenzo had something he cared about.