Floki walked forward slowly with a gloomy face, carrying large and small bags on his back and a weapon on his waist.
As a seasoned explorer, the severe cold of the Silent Sea was not enough to defeat Floki. He knew very well what supplies he needed. Before Lorenzo announced his departure, Floki collected the things he would need on the ship.
He was different from those monsters. Although his body was alienated and he briefly possessed the power of a demon, this power came at a price, and compared to Lorenzo and the others, this power seemed so insignificant.
Floki has a clear understanding of his own condition. He knows very well that he only has a few days left to live. The deeper he goes, the stronger the erosion will be, and the alienation of his body will continue to advance, which will accelerate Floki's alienation until he turns into a hateful demon.
He knew it all, so he never thought about turning back.
Life has already entered the countdown. According to common sense, ordinary people would panic, wail, and act incomprehensibly crazy when facing this test, but Floki was very calm, as if what was about to come was not death, but another new beginning.
He picked up a backpack filled with Florend potions given to him by the ship's doctor. These were extremely important resources, but with the large-scale casualties, these resources seemed to be abundant.
Floki sorted these things out, then raised his head and looked at the busy cabin.
This was originally the maintenance room for the Original Sin Armor, but in this dire situation, Lorenzo focused on these main cabins and moved all the personnel here, concentrating resources to provide warmth and medical assistance.
Other areas were completely closed off to make this huge ironclad ship smaller and more convenient for patrol teams to conduct inspections.
The technicians were busy, and after providing Floki with the weapons he needed, they carried tool boxes and worked to repair the damaged Black Angel.
Floki could see the monster covered in iron feathers. It was hanging on a bracket not far from him. Technicians were repairing the damaged parts of the monster. Its own flesh and blood were also slowly growing, wriggling and rolling up all the metal together.
The soldiers pushed the heavy fuel tanks over and tied them up with chains, apparently preparing to equip the Black Angels.
This was Lorenzo's decision. He decided to carry the Black Angel on this final journey. This armor would have the unexpected effect when necessary, and it could also carry a large amount of supplies to assist in the exploration.
Most of the things prepared by Floki were carried by the Black Angel, which made it a lot more convenient for him.
Thinking of this, Floki let out a long sigh and then smiled helplessly.
It was a happy moment, his long-cherished wish had come true, now all he needed to do was move on and die somewhere, which he thought was great.
"Lord Floki..."
A familiar voice sounded, and Floki looked over, only to see Garlon limping towards him with a cane.
Floki felt a little bad, the person he least wanted to see was here.
With a somewhat bitter smile on his face, Garlon walked slowly to Floki's side and sat down with difficulty.