Ember Gun

   Chapter 502 The Dead

  The breathtaking scene at that time, the lead clouds were filled with colorful colors flowing through them. They entangled and circled each other, spreading below the sea level, forming a light trail leading to the end of the world.

  Shrike watched all this obsessively, until the dramatic movement of the deck beneath his feet awakened him from his drunkenness.

  The calm narwhal shook violently, the roar of the engine broke the long silence, the hot steam gushing out, the Shrike staggered a few times, and finally grasped the railing to stabilize the figure.

  The joy in the heart is still spreading, but the keen mind still noticed something wrong.

The scene in the line of sight was slightly distorted, and Shrike felt that he had an illusion. He stroked the cold railing. It is reasonable to say that it was "cold", but now there is no feeling on the skin. If it weren't for the Shrike, use his vision to confirm Since he was holding on to the railing, he couldn't be sure whether the railing really existed.

  The joy disappeared in an instant, and Shrike gritted his teeth. He knew very well that he was being affected by erosion, and his senses were slowly distorted.

There was a slight illusion of vision, and the sense of touch was being stripped. Shrike did not know how much his other senses were affected, and there was no time for him to explore these. After a little relaxation, Shrike rushed back into the cabin and returned to his own. Room.

  Everyone has different responsibilities. Soldiers go to fight, generals go to command, and the recorder must ensure that everything that happens here can be recorded and spread.

Shrike didn’t know what was going to happen next. He stuffed all the documents he had organized into a waterproof document bag. Fortunately, he has been simplifying these days. There are not many things to bring. He puts the document bag on it. Tighten his chest and put it away, pick up the gun and walk out of the cabin.

  At this moment, the narwhal began to advance at full speed for some reason, and it roared angrily as if it had come alive, splitting the ice and waves in front of it, and advancing unstoppably.

The ship collided with the ice layer, and the ice layer was rolled away little by little under the full force. This also caused the narwhal to tremble constantly. The Shrike could hardly stand on the deck, and could only hold on to the bulge on the side. , So that I don’t slip out.

  It was like a carnival. In the long despair, people finally found the way. They fell into an incomparable enthusiasm. Shrike could hear those roars, and the crew cheered loudly.

  This is the mighty power of industry, and the forces of nature can no longer stop them from moving forward... But Shrike felt something was wrong, he felt something was wrong, but he didn't understand that it might be the cause of the erosion, and his mind was muddled.

  There was a voice calling in my heart, it was warning himself, but Shrike couldn't hear it, and he couldn't hear the voice with all his strength!

  Shrike was stunned, he heard it.

It was a very subtle sound. It was covered by roars, engines, and ice breaking, like a seedling growing in the darkness of the soil, slowly descending on the world, digging up gravel bit by bit, and exposed to the sun. under.

  Newborn, it wailed like a baby.

  The harsh screams filled Shrike’s hearing for a moment. He didn't know if others could hear it, but at least it was extremely real to him. The sound scratched his eardrums and cut his nerves.

  No... this is not a sharp cry.

  Shrike collapsed to the ground due to the sharp pain in his ears, and he slid to the edge of the fence during the ice-breaking bumps of the Narwhal, half of his body stuck out of the ship.

  Fortunately, Shrike finally grabbed the fence firmly so that he could not fall into the sea, but other people were not as sober as him. Although he could not see it, Shrike could hear the sound of falling into the water one after another.

  He tried to search for those who fell into the sea. With the assistance of this aurora tonight, the dark sea became extremely clear. They were like mirrors, reflecting the starlight of the dome.

  Shrike saw it.

On both sides of the narwhal is a layer of crushed ice, and the broken ice floes are interspersed with dark sea water, but now the whole sea is boiling, the sea water is wrapped in broken ice, and the stirred waves repeatedly beat the hull of the ship. .

  Under the aurora, the Shrike saw the weird people hiding in the dark.

Those were countless, pale, swollen palms. As the narwhal broke through the ice and sea, they also got the chance to see the sky again, and they shot with the waves. Hit the ship, scratching the surface of the iron armor with a slender and tough nail, leaving shallow or deep scratches one after another.

  This is the shrill cry that Shrike heard. Thousands of fingernails scratched together, triggering a terrifying scream.

   "At that twilight, the giant ship Nagilfa will break through the sea. It is a boat made from the nails of dead people, and it is full of enemies of God..."

A pious whisper sounded around the shrike, saving him from the madness below. The shrike looked to his side. It was a Viking leaning on the fence. He stared straight at the shrike, his eyes frightened him. .

   "The prophecy is confirmed..."

  The Viking muttered to himself.

  The big steel ship at the feet was held up by the nails of the dead, and they were driving on the kingdom of the dead, following the light track to the mysterious end.

"what happened!"

  Shrike yelled at the Vikings.

  What the **** is going on? Why did the light trail rise above your head? What happened to the boiling sea and these weird dead people?

  Shrike didn’t believe this was an illusion anymore. Under the threat of death, he was sober.

  "Don’t you know Jihai well? What's wrong!"

  Shrike got up with great effort. I don't know when the silent night sky also agitated. The shrike felt the oncoming breeze, and the wind was still gradually violent.

   "No... we want to stop the dusk. Najirfa must stay here. It can't move forward."

  In the eyes of the Vikings, the narwhal at their feet seemed to be the huge ship Najirfa that brought disaster. His words made Shrike feel a bit uncomfortable, and Shrike immediately raised his gun and pointed it at him.

  The Viking ignored the Shrike. He took out the two battle axes from his waist and stood firmly on the deck with the battle axes in both hands. He seemed to be praying in a low voice, and then roared out the next moment.

   "Valhalla!"

  Shrike heard him roar like this.

  The Viking held a double axe and slashed at the shrike, and the shrike pulled the trigger in a hurry.

  But at this moment, it seemed that the Narwhal had hit something. This time the turbulence was more severe than before. The Shrike’s bullet was empty, and he was thrown out of the Narwhal.

  On this occasion of life and death, Shrike saw the vigorous figure of the Vikings, and the many years of fighting on the long boat, so that these Vikings had already mastered how to maintain a balance in this harsh environment.

  The battle axe chopped off the flesh and bones, and the stench of blood permeated in an instant.

  It’s not the shrike that he is going to kill. I don’t know when the dead have already climbed the narwhal. They look like humans and are thin in shape. They are probably in low temperature for many years, their joints are stiff and deformed, and their movements are much slower.

  The Vikings slayed the dead madly, and at the same time kept exhilarating war roars. This kind of scene also happened in other places of the narwhal, and war roars could be heard responding to him.

Shrike probably couldn’t see what happened afterwards. His whole body was vacated, and he could hear the sound of splashing water and those sharp rubbing noises. It is estimated that in less than three seconds he would fall into the sea and be stunned by those hideous. The dead were torn to pieces.

  Shrike thought he was a little ridiculous, and he would die so easily. Thinking about this, he slammed into the ice-cold ship, and Shrike felt that his nose was broken, but the good news was that he seemed to have stopped falling.

   Raising his head, the man grabbed his wrist at the crucial moment. He was so powerful that he dragged the shrike up abruptly.

   "Lord Wilgardson?"

  Shrike was thrown on the deck, he stood up laboriously, a little unbelievable.

   "I remember you, the recorder."

  The lord smiled at Shrike, not knowing how big his heart was. In this case, he could laugh.

Lord Frocky Wilgderson, the navigator of Operation Jihai this time, if nothing else, he is the one who knows Jihai best among the Vikings. At this moment, he is fully armed with Wearing animal skins and armor, and holding a battle axe in his hand, he looked like a savage primitive man.

   "Shrike, thank you."

  Shrike wiped the blood from his nose, checked the file bag in his arms, and followed the lord with his gun.

"How is this going?"

  In the eyes of Shrike, this lord is still a kind of brainy person, at least able to communicate, instead of saying a few inexplicable words like the babbled Viking just now, and then suddenly chopped it up.

  "The dead, citizens of the Kingdom of the Dead, they should have been sleeping in the dark seabed, buried by cold gravel."

  The lord strode forward and was invincible under his great power with the battle axe. The dead were easily slashed, and their limbs and corpses were thrown into the sea. He stopped abruptly, turned and said to the shrike with anger.

   "They should have been sleeping there, but your people woke them up."

   "Wake up..."

  Shrike swallowed.

  Silence, here is absolute silence, there is no wind, no waves, no life, and some are just absolute silence, but the roar of the engine just broke the silence.

   "This is indeed our mistake. I didn't expect it to be so...brilliant."

  Lancelot tilted his head up while walking towards this place. He looked at this bright aurora, which was still changing slightly with the passage of time, like the colors of stars.

   "We checked, the chief mate did this, he was affected too deeply by the erosion, and this magnificent aurora made him lose his mind."

  Lancelot's expression is depressed.

   "Where are the others?" the lord asked.

"It's dead, I killed it. When he arrived, he was already alienated." As Lancelot said, more soldiers poured onto the deck. His door was well-equipped and gunshots continued. "Currently inside. The situation has been brought under control, and now we only need to defend against the monsters from the outside world."

   "You call this a monster, don't you?"

  Lord took a look at the things tumbling in the sea.

   "Almost, different from your myths and legends, in our opinion, these guys are all traceable and real things."

  Lancelot said very easily, but his inner pressure is not much lighter.

  In addition to the cognition of the organs, there are so many demons in this strange sea, and this seems to be just the tip of the iceberg.

  The lord glanced at the front of the Quaker Whale. Unlike the sea covered with ice floes that it passed before, there was an endless white ice sheet in front of it.

  The narwhal advanced above the ice. This was also the source of the violent turbulence just now. The narwhal was pressing on the ice and it was difficult for them to turn in this situation, not to mention there are so many monsters nearby.

   "We have awakened this sea area, and something worse will happen next."

The lord    said with palpitations, he could feel that the wind had become turbulent, and the chill that followed...maybe the light track pointed to death.

   "Then find a solution. We were lost in this sea area before. Now the channel has appeared. Just follow along." Lancelot said.

   "Why, do you want to keep going?"

  The lord thought he was crazy, but admitted, the lord liked this kind of madness in his heart.

   "No, it's returning home."

  Lancelot raised his hand and pointed to the light track above the night sky. It straddled the sky, pointing out the end and the starting point.

   "Follow it back home."

  The lord did not speak, but everyone felt the change in his mood. He opened his eyes wide, staring at the light track above his head, and then landed on Lancelot.

  The eyes of the two were not obscured, and they just handed over together directly. Whether it was a conspiracy or a weirdness, it became transparent at this moment.

  Lancelot seemed to know what the lord was thinking, he smiled as much as he could, and then tightened the pistol around his waist.

   "Our mission is to collect information on Jihai. There is no need to take the lives of everyone, and you are just our employees. You don’t need to be so ‘fighting’."

"I know……"

Lord    responded in a low voice.

  This sudden and solemn atmosphere made Shrike a little uncomfortable. He was like an outsider, and he didn't even know what happened.

The solid ice hindered the narwhal's speed, and its progress became slow. The dead took advantage of this opportunity to climb onto the deck faster. Gunshots and battle roars continued. Although the blood was strong, the advantage was still there at this moment. On the human side.

   "Then what are you hesitating about? Lord Frocky Wilgdason."

   Lancelot shouted, he hoped that the lord would stay awake and make the right choice.

The lord    did indeed react. He looked sober, as if he was just affected by erosion, he continued.

   "Ah...yes, you are right, we really need to return."

Froggy Wilgderson said this, and the next moment he drew a heavy revolver out of his armor. No one would have thought that there was a gun hidden in this primitive man, and the black muzzle pointed at it. Lancelot.

  The silver bullet nest is portrayed with ghosts and gods, and the metal surface is vaguely reflecting the frightened face of Shrike. As the trigger is pulled, the bullet nest rotates in response, twisting the blurred scene into fragments.

  The bell of the dead rang.

  (End of this chapter)