Ember Gun

   Chapter 550

The night is dark. Under this heavy gray cloud, all the starlight is covered. In the endless viscous darkness, the only light comes from the Chenhui Advance, which is lonely holding a burning torch and driving here. In the long dark night.

It is so lonely and so bright. If there is a companion in the dark, then it will definitely find its light spot, but also, if there is a bloodthirsty beast, it is also destined to realize the existence of Chenhui Advance .

  The pressure of erosion is always affecting everyone on the ship. Fortunately, Chenhui Advance carries enough Florund's potion. With the assistance of drugs, these erosions have not affected the crew and soldiers too much for the time being.

  But even so, some people still heard the sound from the dark, as if in this dark darkness, there are countless weirdness surrounding the edge of the dark, they licked the sharp minions and whispered.

  "How long can they last?"

   "Where can I go?"

  "Fresh blood, fresh meat!"

Chaotic and complicated voices sounded in the ears of a small number of people, the medical room was overcrowded, and the ship doctors could not do anything about it. They themselves were also troubled by this strange whisper. The more they were affected by the erosion, the clearer these whispers. And strongly.

The ship doctors can only prescribe more doses of Florund's medicine for the affected people. This can relieve their pain, but the problem is that the Florund's medicine is not endless. It is limited. Sooner or later, one day. It will be exhausted, and what should we do then?

  No one asked this question. Everyone is keeping the same tacit understanding, and none of them are thinking about this. They are all elites who clean up organs, and before they set sail, they know what they will face.

  The state of Garon and Clough is also very bad, probably because they have been forgotten. So far no one has come to give them Florund's potion, and the will of mortals has been directly exposed to invisible erosion.

  Fortunately, these Vikings are not very fragile. They don't know the so-called erosion. Garon and Clough just feel uncomfortable, which extends from the physical to the mental torture.

   "Are we... seasick?"

Clough said suddenly.

  He knew very well that this had nothing to do with seasickness. Every Viking had grown up on a long boat. How could they get seasick?

  It may be that the atmosphere today is too gloomy. He wants to make a joke to ease the solidified atmosphere a little bit.

  Unfortunately, no one responded to his joke. Garon sat blankly, watching the figure squirming in the dark.

  After suppressing the restless Frocky, Garon sat aside like this, saying nothing or moving. If Clough could hear his breathing, he doubted whether Garon was dead.

   "The Sea of ​​Silence..."

  Clough looked at the darkness outside the porthole, and when he realized that he was in it, the despair of the two of them increased a little.

  As Frocky's subordinates, they know exactly what Jihai is.

  A sea of ​​no-returners...It can't be said so absolutely, but there are returnees.

   looked into the dark corner. The Frocky Wilgardson whom they respected was the returnee of the Sea of ​​Silence. Among the Viking nations, they knew the existence of the Sea of ​​Silence the best.

   "If we die here, will we be faster than others when we are led to the Hall of Valor? After all, we are already in the realm of God." Clough said again.

   still did not respond. In this weird atmosphere, the belief in Odin was unknowingly being slightly shaken.

  Do the gods really exist at the end of this sea? The end of this hideous and strange sea.

  So are the gods here as crazy as this sea?

   "My lord has always wanted to own such a powerful iron-clad ship to explore the secrets of Silent Sea. This is why he supports the development of Lingbingwan Shipyard so much."

  Craft muttered to himself again, the silence in the cabin made him extremely anxious, and he hoped that someone could come and talk to him and say everything is fine.

   "If the lord can wake up, he may be able to take us out of the sea of ​​silence. After all, he is a returnee, isn't he? The only returnee."

  There was a little hope in his eyes, but when he saw the decadent Kanon, these hopes also vanished in an instant.

  This is just a beautiful delusion. They knew very well that Frocky couldn't wake up. The closer he got to the Sea of ​​Silence, the crazier he became, and he could hear the gasp from the darkness, just like a beast.

  In this way, I once again fell into a maddening peace, where darkness grew crazily in my heart.

Clough wanted to close his eyes and take a nap to regain his tired spirit, but when he closed his eyes, the dark vision made him feel terrified, and then the whispers became clear, and he kept whispering in his ears. write.

  He couldn't sleep, he could only accept such torture in silence with his bloodshot eyes open.

  The sound of footsteps sounded behind the hatch, as if someone was approaching here. Clough became a little awake for an instant and looked at the hatch with a little excitement.

  It doesn’t matter who comes, if it’s a human, then Clough will beg him to talk to himself to alleviate this lonely despair, if it’s a monster, Clough will happily die and end this long torture.

  The sound of footsteps echoed in the dimly lit promenade. Due to Chenhui Advance’s own damage and other problems, there were very few guards inside the cabin. Everyone was working in shifts, trying to make the iron-clad ship walk farther.

  As a result, the promenade was unexpectedly calm, only the breathing of someone could be faintly heard, and it seemed that a guard was standing in a corner.

  It was so silent, dim, and far away, until it was broken by the sound of intruding footsteps.

  The cabin door opened, and a soft light came down.

"what!"

  Clough immediately let out a roar like a beast, thirsting for light like a moth fighting a fire.

  He tried to knock open the figure in front of the door and escape from the Jedi, but before he could launch an attack, he felt that the cabin was spinning, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

   "Using these things will make you more comfortable."

  Lorenzo stepped directly on Clough's body and injected him with Florent's potion.

   Halfway away, Lorenzo suddenly realized these things, knowing that the blue jade of Garon and others was injured and receiving treatment, Shrike was too tired to go to rest first, Lorenzo had been in a coma before.

  He suddenly realized that no one seemed to care about these guys, so he quickly turned back and took a few Florund's potions.

  Along the way, Lorenzo has always hoped that these Vikings will be stronger, at least don't easily become demons, otherwise Lorenzo may need [interval] invasion to obtain what he wants.

  After the previous experience, Lorenzo somewhat resisted this treacherous power. This power was so mysterious and full of uncertainty. In the harsh environment of the sea of ​​silence, Lorenzo could not let himself have any accidents.

  To some extent, Lorenzo has become the embodiment of hope. Everyone on the ship trusts Lorenzo and believes that as long as Lorenzo is still alive, they still have hope.

  It feels good to be expected, but the pressure that comes with it makes people breathless.

"Next."

  Lorenzo walked to Garon's side as he said, this guy didn't resist, letting Lorenzo inject the potion into his neck.

   Soon the effect of the medicine took effect, and the murmurs of murmurs became quieter in an instant.

   "Where's Lord Froggy? Don't you use it for him?"

  Looking at Lorenzo who was motionless, Garon finally spoke at this moment.

  The effect of the medicine spread in the blood, and this feeling made him feel a lot more comfortable, and what followed was a false fantasy, and Garon felt that this medicine would make Frocky wake up.

   "He can't use it...That's why I came to you. I can make Frocky wake up, but I need you to cooperate with me."

  Lorenzo had already figured out how to deal with Garon and Clough. These two guys are very loyal. As long as they hold Frocky, they will easily cooperate with themselves.

"wide awake?"

   There was a little light in the muddled eyes, and Kanon looked very excited, but soon he calmed down again.

  "What do you want to know? Anything about Jihai?"

  Galon mobilized his resting thoughts and let himself out of the chaos.

   "I can't help you with these, Mr. Holmes... But as long as you can make Master Frocky wake up, he must be happy to tell you this."

  Garon crossed the trap set by Lorenzo and threw the words back again.

   "After all, after the adults are sober, we are on the same boat. In all senses, we need to help each other to survive here."

  He stared at Lorenzo closely, a ray of light fell in despair, and he had to make good use of these.

   "Huh? When did I say that I wanted to ask about Jihai?" Lorenzo shook his head, "When it comes to Jihai, maybe I know more than you guys."

  "Have you not found it yet? Kanon, the purpose of our ship set sail is for this, the sea area called the Silent Sea."

  Lorenzo continued. He carefully observed Garon’s expression. Under the depression of erosion and Froki’s mad despair, no matter how firm the will is, people will show some flaws.

   "I think you should be familiar with these."

  Following Lorenzo's narration, Garon's expression became extremely complicated, and then there was fear, fear of these people's actions.

  The silver revolver flashed in his mind, followed by the shrike's face, Garon said slowly.

   "So you didn't come here to avenge Frocky?"

   "Huh? Probably."

  Lorenzo feels that it is better not to make a decision for the shrike.

   "It was you ten years ago, but are you still reluctant to give up?"

  The memories of the past began to appear before him. Kalong thought he would never think of these again, but today, they dug their graves and stood in front of him again.

   "So you know the sailing ten years ago, right?"

  Lorenzo stared at Garon and slowly approached. Every time he took a step, the pressure surged a lot, until Lorenzo's shadow covered Garon.

   "Even if you are not on that ship, you should have heard what Frocky said, so when you see Shrike, you will show that expression."

  Garon was taken aback, and then understood Lorenzo's true purpose, he gave a sorrowful smile, and then replied.

   "I don't know Shrike, but I know the gun."

The gun named Death Knell, this gun left a deep impression on Lorenzo, he can always see the Shrike can not help stroking the gun, and often hear the Shrike whispering to it. .

For a while, Lorenzo thought that the shrike was suffering from a mental illness or fetishism. He didn't care too much. He had been in contact with the cleansing agency for so long, and Lorenzo had realized that these cleansing agencies were senior. The employees have some mental illnesses and some ulterior secrets.

  Lorenzo also thought about it carefully, and finally he found that the Kestrel might be the most normal of these people...but it was not quite right. This guy was stupid by accident, and it was a kind of mental illness.

   "Oh?" Lorenzo smiled, and then asked again, "Is that so?"

  He is condescending.

   "So, what happened ten years ago?"

  ……

  Pain.

   There was a sharp pain from half of the body. The pain was dense and dense, as if a colony of ants was climbing on the body, eating the flesh and blood in every place, and torturing the tired mind until it could not sleep anymore.

  Blue Jade opened his eyes and looked at the dimly lit room. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and several **** bandages and empty medicines were scattered on the ground.

  She sat up slowly, and saw that the entire left arm was wrapped in a white bandage, and she was also splinted to fix it.

Because there were too many injured people, after Lan Jade's condition stabilized, she was transferred back to her room to make room for the other wounded. From time to time, there would be patrolling ship doctors to check Lan Jade’s condition and give her regularly. Provide Florent's potion.

   "Ah... it seems that I can't do anything."

  Blue Jade whispered in a low voice.

   Judging from her current state, Lan Jade is of no help to the next actions, even saying that she has become a burden to the team instead.

  In the dimly lit room, she tried to roll herself up, but she couldn't achieve it because of the pain on her body, so she could only sit against the wall in a daze, until Lan Jade began to feel lonely and desperate.

She knows very well that this is the erosion affecting her, but Lan Jade can hardly break free from it. She wants to give herself another Florund potion, but when she thinks about the ship doctor’s instructions, she will give it to everyone. Add trouble.

  Lan Jade has always been a somewhat lonely person, probably because her past experience has bothered her, even after so long, she still finds it difficult to get out.

  She wants to do something for everyone, but every time she can do it is very limited. These things lodge in her heart, making her sad and suffocating.

  In this way, the lonely atmosphere continued to spread, until Blue Jade could no longer stand it.

  She slowly got up, tried to walk a few steps, and found that the injury on her arm did not affect her movement, and then she pushed open the hatch.

  After all, people are social animals. Under the influence of erosion, the sense of loneliness becomes extremely strong, prompting Lan Jade to leave the room, looking for the same kind.

  How is Shrike?

  Suddenly such words rang in his mind.

Although Lan Jade is a member of the cleansing agency, the relationship between her and her colleagues is not close. After all, if someone like her is a lonely person, if anyone can be regarded as a close friend, only Shrike can think of Lan Jade. NS.

  This seems to originate from the friendship of Ende Town, and the only thing Lan Jade can think of for the first time is Shrike.

  She stood in the unmanned corridor and looked in the other direction. Lan Jade remembered that it was the shrike’s room.

  As soon as he stepped up and tried to walk there, Lan Jade felt a palpitation.

"who is it?"

   she asked.

  There is something behind the corner of the corridor, something familiar and hateful.

  (End of this chapter)