Ember Gun

   Chapter 503

  All this happened too suddenly. Some people were still staring at the brilliant light trails above their heads, some were still fighting the monsters that crawled out of the bottom of the sea, and others were shivering in the corners of the shadows...

The complex sound completely destroyed the tranquility of Jihai. Shrike didn’t know how many people heard the bell-like gunfire, but he knew clearly that he had heard the bell sound so loudly. All the sounds in the world seemed to be fading, and in the end only this lonely echo was left.

  Lancelot’s face was filled with unbelievable words, blood began to spread from his chest, and in a blink of an eye it penetrated the entire coat, and the bullet carried huge kinetic energy, pushing him backwards.

  The blood was getting cold, and the heart was gradually slowing down. Lancelot had raised the gun in his hand, but he had no strength to pull the trigger, so he fell straight down.

  A brilliant light trail was reflected in the gradually diffusing pupils. Soon after, thunder bursts and heavy rain poured in.

   "Lancelot!"

Shrike yelled and rushed towards him. He clutched Lancelot’s chest, trying to save his life, but it was too late. The silver large-caliber revolver hit Lancelot’s chest. The hollow came out, and the heart was shattered in an instant. No matter how the shrike blocked it with his hands, the blood still couldn't stop gushing out. It flowed onto the deck and was washed away by the rainstorm, as if it had never existed.

  Frocky glanced contemptuously at the shrike who was holding the corpse, his body twitched slightly, as if he was crying.

  The silver revolver raised again, but failed to buckle.

  The heavy rain blurred Frocky's vision, and the cold wind gradually made the hand holding the gun unconscious, perhaps due to erosion effects, etc., he felt that he should get closer and aim well.

  The pitch-black muzzle pointed at the shrike, and it slowly approached, and at this moment, thunder struck by and roared.

Almost at the same time, the Shrike bounced on the spot, and his bent knees exploded with incredible power, causing him to move short distances. The twitching and crying just numbed Frocky at the place where Lancelot was shot. For a moment, Shrike was thinking about how to fight back.

  Shrike wants to kill all these Vikings.

  But he was still too slow, the bell rang again, and the bullet easily penetrated Lancelot's body and shot the Shrike in the arm. Shrike dragged Lancelot's corpse when he took off, using it as a shield to cover himself.

The sudden heavy rain wet the deck, and the shrike landed very funny. He fell to the ground with Lancelot's body, and he rolled several times before hitting the cabin in the turbulence of the Davao before stopping. Come down.

  The whole body was wet, the clothes began to become heavy, and the cold touch kept torturing the nerves of the shrike. While dragging the corpse, the shrike also got Lancelot's gun.

   Shrike got up in a awkward manner, moved quickly, and pointed the muzzle at Frocky according to the impression in the memory, but before pulling the trigger, the tall figure covered the shrike.

   "Froggy Wilgderson!"

  Shrike berated for pulling the trigger. This was a premeditated betrayal. It is possible that these lunatics were already eyeing themselves when the Narwhal arrived in the Viking countries.

  Thunder and gunfire overlapped, turning into a deafening roar.

  Shrike only felt that there was an irresistible force from the muzzle. He was pulled to one side, and the bullets were shot out and disappeared into the rain.

Frocky grabbed the barrel and tried to **** the weapon from the shrike's hand, but this was the only weapon in the shrike's hand. The Shrike refused to let go and kicked Frocky's waist hard. Belly, but armor is already there.

   "It's really troublesome..."

  Frocky whispered, and slowly drew his battle axe, the cold edge was reflected by the light trail, and the shrike's embarrassed face was reflected on it, and raindrops passed by, distorting his expression into a ball.

  The battle axe falls, the metal crumbles, and sparks splash everywhere.

   Shrike leaned on the cabin behind him, and slowly sat down with his bleeding arm, and the broken steel beside him scattered all over the floor.

Froggy gave him infinite pressure. In such a chaotic and bumpy environment, the Viking stood firm in it like a rock. His steady pace seemed to have not been affected by erosion at all. All of this behavior came from his rational mind. judge.

   "What are you going to do?"

   Shrike was breathing heavily, and the cold air rolled in his lungs, bringing pain like a sharp knife.

  Anger, fear, sadness...complex emotions circling in the mind, the ubiquitous erosion is like a catalyst, accelerating all this, dragging the consciousness of Shrike to the dark abyss.

   "Same as your purpose, to figure out the secret of this Jie Hai."

  Frocky said calmly, he didn't intend to continue attacking. After seeing Shrike giving up resistance, he flew to other places while speaking.

  Shrike’s sight drifted with him. At this moment, he realized that the heavy rain had blocked everyone. Many soldiers were unaware of Lancelot’s death. They still insisted on fighting the demons at their posts...

  More than that, some soldiers have also become like those Vikings. They let out battle roars, looked at the demons with bloodthirsty eyes, and poured out all their anger.

  They were affected by erosion and fell into this endless killing.

  Shrike had a strange feeling in the trance. He remembered the myths and legends that the Viking had read before.

  Heavy rain and thunder, crazy warriors and bloodthirsty monsters, all this happened on this big ship, under the guidance of the light track, pressed through the ice and marched towards the unknown.

  At this moment, it is so similar to everything described in the myth. It seems that in a certain moment of just sailing, the narwhal has strayed into a god's realm, and everything that is happening now is called a part of the myth.

   "We are already in the Hall of Valor."

  Shrike heard Frocky speak softly.

I don’t know what Frocky meant, and the Shrike himself did not understand the strange beliefs and myths of the Vikings, but for some reason, the Shrike had a strange empathy at this time, just like the beasts of different species. Fear the same deadly hunter.

  Shrike felt that he was being stared at by something, it was surrounding him.

   "I don't want to be like this, but who told you to give up?"

  Frocky turned his gaze back, he picked up the shrike and dragged him on the deck, not knowing where to take the shrike.

"You know? The Vikings call me Frocky the shipbuilder. I spent more than 30 years traveling all the seas in the Western world, drawing every inch of the sea into my chart. But this chart is not perfect."

   "You can't go deep into the sea of ​​silence." Shrike said.

"Yes, after returning from the tour, all my energy was poured into this mysterious sea. It's so beautiful here..." Frocky stopped and looked up at the magnificent light trail, "beautiful It's deadly again."

  This is a windless place. The long ship can only move forward with primitive manpower, but after a certain depth, it will encounter a sea area full of ice floes, and then it will be a place completely covered by ice.

Long boats cannot travel here at all. Even if they are fortunate enough to reach the ice, the harsh environment is a problem for the material requirements. This is a country of the dead, and there are no living fish for them to hunt, let alone here. There are even more frightening things hidden in the silence of the film.

  All kinds of factors were just right to unite together, turning into a wall that is difficult to conquer, hindering all those who try to step into the silent sea...until human technology ignited, and the big steel ship opened the channel.

  "If you wanted to explore here, we could have worked together."

   Shrike gritted his teeth and said, he is accumulating strength, waiting for the moment of counterattack.

  "Cooperation? Equal power is called cooperation. In the end, you and I will only become a unilateral slaughter."

  Frocky’s words were steady, and he would not regret such a decision.

"Do you think you are hiding well? I haven't seen an iron armored ship, but I have never seen such an advanced iron armored ship, and you are from Inervig... and you know the dead, in your words, They should be called demons."

  The heavy bell rang again, and Froggy shot a demon who had just climbed up. Its head was exploded into a mass of ground meat, which was washed away by heavy rain.

   "The origin is so mysterious, the technology is advanced, and the purpose is so clear. It is obvious that no one has been here for many years, but you have been chasing it."

  The Viking in front of him was smarter than Shrike had anticipated. He was not so much a barbarian as a vigilant wolf.

  "Let me guess, the secret institution kept by the Victorian royal family? Looking at you, not so much a legion, but a secret mercenary, you only obey your master."

  Shrike’s breathing slowed for half a beat. He didn't expect the Viking to guess so much, but at this moment Frocky's voice turned and said mockingly.

  "I'm not that smart. I just know that many years ago, a group of people went deep into the sea of ​​silence, and they came out alive and returned to their own country. Since then, that country has been shrouded in the glory of science and technology."

  Frocky turned his head and saw only the angry and resentful face of Shrike.

"Don't understand?" Froggy was a little lost. "It was my ancestors who took them deep into the sea of ​​silence. They said there was great wealth there, and they told us to take it, but no one could do it. After arriving there, these gradually turned into ridiculous legends."

   "But it's different now."

  Frocky stopped talking and threw the Shrike to the side.

  He was standing at the bow of the ship. With the waves of turbulence, the solid ice layer was pushed apart by the Narwhal. They moved forward unstoppably, and rolled out a black channel on the gray glacial land.

  This is Frocky’s purpose. Now he has successfully usurped the narwhal. As the second-in-command, Lancelot has long been killed by Lancelot, and Lancelot himself has become a member of the dead.

The rest of the soldiers stick to their posts. Under the pressure of the external monsters, they have no spare time to think about other things. Gunshots and fighting sounds keep on. They are so close to the Shrike, but at this moment the Shrike feels like them. Like being in a different world.

   "For this reason?"

  Shrike didn’t understand a madman like Frocky, but he did. He hadn’t known this madman for a few days, and he didn’t even say a few words. No one would have thought that this Viking betrayed so quickly.

  Thinking about this, Shrike stopped. He looked at the Vikings around him. He was also fighting with the soldiers. No one noticed here.

  Some strange thoughts in her heart.

   "This is not premeditated, it is just a temporary intention."

  Frocky said slowly at this time, his eyes were dead, and he raised his silver revolver to the shrike.

  Unexpected by Shrike, this is not a long-planned conspiracy, but what Frocky thought of in a brief conversation with Lancelot.

  At that moment, the development of the situation appeared in Frocky's mind, and it was also the idea that made him betrayed at that time.

"This is a rare opportunity. Although I am called a shipbuilder, I can't build such a ship at all. You still have a strong country as a backing, and I... You know, the Vikings themselves have more than a civil war. Well, let alone other things."

  Froggy is also extremely dissatisfied with the status quo of the Viking countries, but it is this mysterious sea that can move him more than changing the status quo of the Viking countries.

   "Why, are you going to kill me?"

  Shrike took a deep breath, moved his body slowly, and adjusted his position. Only his arm was injured. He was thinking about how many seconds it would take him to rush to Frocky.

  Frocky has got what he wants. He has got the control of the Narwhal. Although this guy may not know how to sail, as long as he maintains the status quo, he will move forward along the light track.

  I should be useless for Frocky, right? Shrike's alive is just an unstable risk factor for Frocky, it is not clear why he just talked so much nonsense to himself, but now the Shrike should be about to usher in his own death.

  The silver muzzle pointed at the shrike. He took a deep breath, preparing for the last fight, but suddenly the muzzle dropped again and Frocky gave up.

   "On the contrary, I need you to survive, otherwise I won't talk so much nonsense with you."

  No one can figure out what Frocky is thinking, and at this time Shrike also discovered that it seems that Frocky has never seen himself in his eyes. He didn't pay attention to the shrike at all.

   "You are a recorder, right? I need a recorder."

  Frocky continued speaking, facing the violent wind, his eyes dignifiedly looked forward.

Countless monsters have awakened from the deep sea. They squeezed each other and built as high as a hill. They tried to climb onto the deck. The threat of death united the soldiers and the Vikings, and the soldiers opened fire below. , The Vikings slashed the demons who climbed up.

  Shrike looked at all of this, the colorful light above his head fell, like the brilliance of stars, reflecting everyone's face, the colorful face was distorted into a hideous appearance, and he threw himself into the frenzied killing.

  This caused Shrike to shiver.

  The hornwhale is like an old man about to die. It is pulled by countless demons. The deep sea below is in unpredictable darkness. No one knows how many demons are looking at this lone ship thirsty and blood.

  Lone ship!

Shrike got up abruptly. He ignored Frocky’s threat and ran to the side of the fence, looking at the back of the Davao. It was clear, so Shrike saw the blazing fire behind him.

The narwhal and one iron-clad ship entered the sea of ​​silence. In order to transport supplies, two cargo ships followed behind the narwhal, but now those cargo ships are buried in the raging fire, and only the narwhal is fully armed. It's just one ship, they are slowly sinking, and the brilliant fire light reflects the hideous shadows.

The demons are like a colony of ants, eating the corpse of steel and slowly dragging it into the deep sea. Shrike also saw survivors escaping onto the ice. His figure staggered, fleeing exhaustedly, with a dry one. The palm broke open the ice, grabbed his leg and dragged him into the water.

  Shrike did not dare to look at it again.

   "This sea is cursed and magical. In your words, it is the so-called erosion."

  Frocky seems to be used to this, his eyes are straight ahead, the end of the light trail.

"Do you know that we Vikings? When we enter a windless land and the ship cannot sail, we will sacrifice a brave warrior to the gods. His blood will flow into the sea and the gods will hear Our call brings wings to ride the wind."

  Frocky has stepped into the sea of ​​silence countless times, and returned countless times. Under the long **** blood, he has gradually found some rules in the sea of ​​silence.

   "This is a...sacrifice?"

  Shrike's eyes widened, staring at Frocky.

"probably."

  Frocky didn’t know, the gods or something, it was too illusory, he raised the muzzle and pointed under the narwhal, and pointed at the far end of the sky.

  "We now have only two choices left, either die here or get there."

  Frocky looked at the unknown place and said.

  The angry blood filled Shrike's chest. At this moment, Froky was facing him, looking at the beautiful place, and the Shrike hissed.

   "What on earth is there?"

  Shrike could not understand that everything tonight was too fast and too sudden for him, and his original world was torn to pieces almost in an instant.

Before being incorporated into the action, Shrike had seen demons a few times, and the demons who died in his hands were very few, but now he fell into **** in an instant, and the weirdness that once frightened him is here. They are as many as cow hair, they wake up from the deep sea, scratching the narwhal, as if they are about to drag the narwhal into the deep sea, and they seem to carry the narwhal and push it to the end of the light track.

  "What's the matter?" Froggy was taken aback when he heard Shrike's question, and laughed helplessly, "I don't know either."

"have no idea!"

   Shrike yelled, he felt like he was being tricked. Froggy had done so much, but he didn’t even know what his purpose was. This was ridiculous.

  The unstoppable roar exposed the actions of Shrike. While roaring, he also took advantage of the situation to launch an attack. Froky turned his back to him, and then paralyzed the conversation, he stabbed the broken steel in his hand.

  It was a chopped barrel, which was secretly hidden by Shrike before. With the palm of his hand against the barrel, he pierced the sharp edge towards Frocky.

  Thunder and heavy rain have become his best cover. Rather than knowing what is at the end of the light trail, Shrike wants to kill Frocky in front of him and avenge everyone.

  Only heard the whistling wind, the thunder light reflected Frocky's face.

  In the previous negotiations, Shrike had been far away as a recorder. The battle just now was also blurred by the rain. When this infinitely approaching Frocky, Shrike really saw his appearance.

  It was a weather-beaten face, with scars between the beards, the skin wrinkled by the years, but the pupils in it were as clear as gems.

Frocky turned around abruptly, his wristband resisted the shrike’s stabbing, and then grabbed the Shrike’s hand, feeling like it was clamped by pliers. The shrike was dragged, and Frocky raised his knee and hit it hard. Shrike's belly.

  Shrike groaned and retched gastric juice, Froggy's other hand held the silver revolver, and smashed his elbow forcefully on the shrike's arched back.

  It felt like being smashed to one side by a hammer, and the Shrike fell on the deck, curled up, shaking in pain.

   "I won't kill you."

  Frocky repeated it again, but this time he gave his reasons.

   "Many years ago, we Vikings would hire some bards during warfare. We may die in battle, but what is more precious is that we need someone to sing on our bravery."

   "Do you think I will become your bard?"

   Shrike endured the pain and got up again. He didn't have much chance to win against Frocky. He also hoped for the other soldiers, but now the crazy erosion is devouring everyone.

   "You will," Frocky said mockingly, "not only that, you must keep all the details in mind at the moment, only then can you go back to the business, won't you?"

  Frocky thought about everything and was cunning, but the next moment he exclaimed excitedly.

  "This is a scene that only exists in the myth. We are all honored to be part of the myth now... I need someone to write down all this, take it out, and tell others."

  Frocky smiled, this time he smiled from the bottom of his heart, with a ferocious expression like a wolf.

   "As for the end of the light track, is there anything important?"

  He said calmly.

  "Like the first navigators, when they were drawing charts, did they think about what was there?"

  Frocky seems to be asking Shrike, but it is like a self-expression.

   "No, no, what's there is not important at all. If you have to say a reason, it's just because there is a vacancy on the chart, that's enough!

  Frocky laughed loudly, he hadn’t been so happy in a long time.

"Full speed ahead!"

   he roared.

  The brilliant light spilled on the cold earth. It looked at everyone and painted each person's face into a gorgeous star. The nameless singing in the wind made people sink into a beautiful fight.

  The blood and the corpse fell into the deep sea, offering pious sacrifices to the gods, and then the huge shadow wriggled under the ice layer until it covered the entire narwhal.

  (End of this chapter)