Ember Gun

  Chapter 499 Heavy rain is approaching

The sky and the sea join together, and their borders are blurred in a azure blue, making it difficult to distinguish. If you continue to look up, it is the incomparably magnificent sky. It seems that the light no longer falls from the sky, but from the depths. The bottom of the ocean rises, and countless lights rise, they leap through the edges of the clouds, across the sky, and reach the unknown deep space.

This is a scene that is difficult for ordinary people to see, but it is already a bit tired in the eyes of Shrike. He put down the telescope and threw it on the small table aside, collapsed on the bench, and then picked up a book to cover his eyes. , Block the sun.

This is the sixth day of the sailing. Everything is passing quickly, as if the Shrike had just set sail from the port of Rendona yesterday. He still remembered the scene clearly, and the Kestrel waved his hand with tears and tears. Farewell, it seems that a few people may be gone forever.

  Ah...Who knows this kind of thing?

In terms of the speed of the Chenhui Advance, the Shrike should have already stepped into the waters of the Viking nations at this time, but the ship modified by the Perpetual Motion Pump was the Chenhui Advance, and the other three followed. The cargo ship still uses ordinary technology today, and it can't keep up with the speed of the Chenhui Advance.

  So the fleet can only slow down and drift on this endless ocean.

Life on the sea is extremely boring. The first few days have been relatively easy. Now the Shrike's mood has begun to become irritable. I don’t know if it was the shadow caused by Operation Silent Sea or other problems of my own, Shrike and Helke. There are some resemblances in it, and they all hate the sea extremely.

  The ocean, vast and beautiful...but it is a bit too vast and deep, which makes people feel endless fear.

  In the eyes of Shrike, the big ship at her feet is actually a cage, which imprisons everyone on the surface of the sea. What’s worse, it is still leading everyone to the dark sea.

  The sea of ​​silence.

  The recollection hurt Shrike. He tore off the book covering his face and sat up on the bench.

His complexion was as pale as a dead person, even with direct sunlight, it was difficult to warm him up. Shrike rubbed his face vigorously, as if to make himself sober, then he drew out the weapon from his waist, which was called Death Knell. It seems that only by holding it can he feel a sense of security on the sea.

   Staring at the weapon, the silver-white gun body reflects light, but the hand holding the gun can only feel a moment of cold metal. The depiction of ghosts and gods on the bullet nest is still clear, perhaps the glow is too strong, and the graphics have actually begun to be slightly distorted.

   "For whom does the bell toll..."

  Shrike whispered softly, as if it was a spell, and it would wake up something when it was read.

   "Are you really a fetish?"

  The voice suddenly sounded. Someone said from behind. He interrupted Shrike’s thinking. When he turned around, he saw a beach boy walking towards him with a pleasant expression.

The whole body of the boy on the beach was wet. He seemed to have just returned from the sea. He wore swimming goggles on his head and a floral shirt on his body. The buttons were not fastened, showing a chest full of scars. The lower body was also a flower matching shirt. Underpants, shaggy thighs stepped on a pair of slippers.

I saw him grabbing the tail of the fish with his left hand and carrying a fat tuna on his shoulder. This fat big guy seemed to be not dead yet, twitching from time to time, and he held a **** spike sword in his right hand. , Just like a harpoon, with a few small fish on it.

  Seeing Lorenzo like this, the shrike's face immediately became gloomy.

Life at sea is very boring. Many seafarers will have some mental illnesses in the long sea life. Even if they deliberately go for fun, the fun will gradually be exhausted. Therefore, the atmosphere on the ship is usually calm and peaceful. Gloomy, not to mention that this time they are still carrying heavy responsibilities, and their psychological pressure has become even heavier.

  But there is an outlier among them.

Lorenzo is obviously not suitable to use common sense to infer. In his words, “saving the world is saving the world, and happy daily life is daily life. There is no conflict between the two, so even on the eve of the end of the world, Have a good dinner."

  So when everyone was carrying out their duties with a serious face, he tied a rope around his waist, then went to fish in the sea, and continued to fight like this for several days.

To be honest, everyone is quite envious of Lorenzo. The boring life on the boat makes everyone very difficult, and Lorenzo is such an interesting action, they can't do it. After all, ordinary people will go into a coma if they fall directly into the sea. Feed the fish.

  Lorenzo threw today’s trophy to the ground. Seeing it was still bouncing, he slammed a few more times until there was no more sound.

   "I am not a fetish."

   Shrike retorted slowly, that he usually doesn't like to quarrel with Lorenzo or something, because he always loses, but this time is different, life is too boring, and he needs something to relieve his boredom.

  When I think of this shrike, I feel sulky, and see what this **** life has forced people into.

   "Really? I think you are going to kiss."

  Lorenzo sat on another bench, looking at the silver revolver in his hand.

Since Lorenzo met the Shrike, he has been inseparable from the silver revolver, as if they were one. After boarding the ship, this situation became more obvious. Shrike always picked up this revolver from time to time. Stroking lightly.

  In fact, this is not surprising. The strangest thing is the expression of Shrike when he strokes the revolver. He seems to be touching a person, with a gentle expression, but then becomes ferocious, as if he is about to strangle this person to death.

   "I just... this revolver means a lot to me."

  Shrike touched the bullet slot and brushed his fingers across the faces of the ghosts and gods.

  Lorenzo's expression became interesting, but in the eyes of Shrike, it looked like a **** shame.

   "From my first love?"

  It’s not right to think about it, what kind of girl can give this thing.

  Shrike's face was also as expected, and it was a little darker again. This means that he can't beat Lorenzo, otherwise he would have long wanted to leave Lorenzo off the boat.

   "Talk about it, it's boring anyway."

  Knowing that there is a story, Lorenzo was happy and asked.

Although it has been sailing for so many days, the boredom of the past few days has successfully crushed everyone, even Lorenzo. The knight novels snatched from the Kestrel are almost finished, and everyone is often used the rest of the time. Get together to tell a story and talk about messy things to pass the time.

   "Forget it, it's not a good thing." After a little hesitation, the shrike rejected Lorenzo.

   "Is that so?"

  Lorenzo looked a little disappointed, and then flicked the nail sword.

  This situation frightened Shrike. He also wanted Lorenzo to threaten and lure, but he waved his nail sword and cut the tuna under his feet.

  Thanks to Lorenzo, big guys can eat extremely fresh seafood these days, and because of these things, Lorenzo also learned the skill of cutting fish.

  "Do you want to come first?"

   Seeing Lorenzo cut a piece of fish, he handed it to the shrike.

   "This is raw."

  Looking at the **** fish, Shrike shook his head quickly.

  The blazing white fireworks rose and disappeared in a flash, and the fish in the hand was also heated in an instant, and the surface of the slightly burnt fish scent overflowed.

  Lorenzo looked at the shrike provocatively, and he was stunned for a while, never expected that Lorenzo would use the ability to kill demons in such a ghostly place, and then Shrike resolutely shook his head.

"What about your previous Jiehai operation?" Lorenzo asked again, "You are the second in command of this operation, my senior consultant, the person who knows Jiehai the best in the entire cleansing agency, and they all set out like this. After a long time, it's time to talk about what happened."

   "Lorenzo, you..."

  Shrike looked at Lorenzo, feeling a moment of difficulty, and what made him even more uncomfortable was the seriousness of this guy at the moment.

I was still talking about all kinds of bad things, but now I suddenly became serious again. I don’t know if Lorenzo really cares about the task or is for himself. No... Lorenzo was originally such a person, it’s hard to guess. What does he want to do.

   "Let’s talk about it, Shrike, it just so happens that I am really curious about the so-called Jiehai."

  Lorenzo stood up. He often made such rapid changes. He was still wearing a ridiculous floral shirt, but with a serious look, it seemed that he was about to jump out and hack someone in the next second.

   "I'm going to call Lan Jade, she also needs to know this."

  Lorenzo said as he picked up the blood-stained nail sword, and then dragged the dead fish on the ground.

  Seeing Shrike still sitting on the bench, Lorenzo shouted to him again.

  "Are you sure not to come in?"

   "What's wrong?" Shrike felt a little strange.

  Lorenzo raised the nail sword, pointed behind him and said.

   "The storm is coming."

  Shrike looked at the sea behind him, and it was still peaceful, the sky was clear, no dark clouds were visible, and there was no sign of a storm at all.

   "The senses of the demon hunter are much sharper than ordinary people!"

  Lorenzo added as if he knew he would not believe it.

  ...

The rain clouds began to converge, they mingled together, and they merged into a huge storm, like steel rubbing against each other, lightning and thunder burst out from the dark gaps, perhaps too heavy, they separated from the sky and sank. The sea surface was like a falling iron curtain, and then the iron curtain moved slowly, rolling up violent winds and huge waves.

  Shrike looked at the sky outside the porthole. A few hours ago they were still blue, but now they were distorted by the storm into such a hideous appearance. The majestic rain poured down and the sea boiled.

   "Thank you for finding it in time!"

The captain of the Chenhui Advance was grateful to Lorenzo.

"Fortunately, fortunately, it's just sharper. When catching the fish, I found that the air pressure was a bit wrong and it was too stuffy," Lorenzo said and looked out the porthole, his expression slightly serious, "It's just not I think so intensely."

   "Yeah, if we didn't accelerate our departure, we might have been swallowed. It is not a good thing to face the storm."

  The captain’s face was full of fear. Although he was the captain, most of his power was concentrated on Lorenzo and Shrike. Therefore, under Lorenzo’s order, he obediently commanded the other ships to leave together.

   "I have been in the sea for so long, and this is the first time I have seen such a storm. It is almost like devouring the world."

The captain said with palpitations, Lorenzo and Shrike might not understand it, but for the captain, this is probably the biggest storm he has seen in recent years. Fortunately, it appeared in a position away from the Chenhui Advance. It is far away, and they have also made evasions beforehand, and have not been affected too much.

  If you face such a storm, the boat will most likely be overturned in an instant. It is not clear what will happen to a heavy cargo ship like this, but most of it will not end well.

   "I can realize that if it weren't so fierce, I might not have noticed it."

  It is precisely because of the violent storm that Lorenzo, who knows nothing about sailing, also feels dangerous.

   "So trouble you, Captain Tanor."

Lorenzo signaled to Tanor, Tanor nodded and commanded the others. It is not the time to relax. All the sailors moved to control all important parts of the ship, leaving private space. To Lorenzo.

  The cabin door closed, isolating the noise outside the door, Lorenzo returned to his seat, Shrike was on his other side, and the silent blue emerald was sandwiched between them.

   "If nothing happens, we will be able to step into the waters of the Viking nations in ten days. It is time to study the mission and arrange it in advance."

Lorenzo said that he unfolded the chart, which had been marked with many symbols in advance. He pointed his finger at the northern part of the chart, which was a glacier and archipelago, and farther north was a sea area painted black. .

  That is the Sea of ​​Silence, which is located further north of the Viking kingdoms, completely isolating the end of the world from the cognition of mortals.

   "Then, as the only consultant among us who knows the sea of ​​silence, it's your turn to shrike."

  Lorenzo gave the right to speak to Shrike, and he rarely quieted down.

  Shrike looked at the current chart and fell into silence. It was probably an inner struggle or something messed up. He thought for a long time before speaking slowly.

  "I don’t actually know much about Jihai. According to the mission, we will search for a guy who really understands Jihai in the Vikings. He will become our navigator, but that will be the next thing.

  In short, it is better to say that I am a returnee from Jihai rather than knowing Jihai. "

   He lowered his head, his eyes were a little blurred, as if he was thinking of something, his voice fell low.

   "That was about ten years ago..."

  Along with the sound of the shrike's words, the thunderstorm and thunder outside the window also played.

  Lorenzo felt that what he felt in his voice was somewhat similar, just like what he used to be.

  Anger? Or despair? He is not sure, but the only thing that is clear is that after ten years, these things still linger in Shrike's heart and have not left.

  (End of this chapter)