Chapter 512 Sea Battle

  The cold wind poured into the burnt wreckage, Zeo leaned on the side, his steps staggered, and he fell down after a few steps.

He seemed to have touched something with his hand. He looked at the thing under his body, which was a scorched bone. With a little effort, it could be completely shattered. If Zeo guessed correctly, this should be his first mate. Bones.

  He has no sad mood. To be precise, he doesn't care about the death of the first mate. If he doesn’t work hard, Zeou will go to the Hall of Valor to accompany his first mate soon, and there will be time to share his grief.

  Zeo gasped in pain. In a panic, he inhaled hot gas, his respiratory tract was burned, and every breath brought severe pain, as if there was a sharp fragment stuck in his throat.

  His vision became distorted, and he rubbed his eyes vigorously, only to realize that one of his eyes had lost sight, and all he could touch was tingling and some gelatinous substances.

Probably that was his eyeball, the burning gun passed by himself, this is the long spear thrown by the **** of death, even if he saw it, he would have to pay a due price, and the price was that Zeo was close to the burning gun. The body was severely burned, and every movement of the body would bring huge pain. Fortunately, most of the wounds were burned into a ball under the high temperature, which stopped the overflow of blood.

  Ascalon’s shelling was very precise, but it was too fast, and it directly penetrated the Black Tooth, and failed to detonate it, completely destroying the Black Tooth.

The trajectory directly evaporated half of the command room, and it was destroyed with the instrument panel and rudder wheel. Now the Black tooth has lost control, and there are continuous explosions under the deck, which seems to be brought by the hot residual temperature. The chain reaction.

  The chief mate died, the captain was dying, the command room lost its command ability, and the rest of the Black Yah also sounded an explosion...

Zeo has been plundering the sea for so many years. This is the first time that he has encountered such an opponent. He defeated the Black Fang with just one blow. This is the case when the opponent is too strong, as long as Ascalon's power is slightly weakened. , Perhaps the burning gun will be blocked by the layers of steel of the Black Ya, leaving the deflagration on the ship, and then burning everything.

It sounds terrible, but Zeou is not afraid, and even said that he is a little happy. He hasn’t met such an opponent for a long time above the sea. Although a bit too strong, it is because he is strong enough when he sinks. When facing each other, it seems more sense of accomplishment.

  But...this seems to be just thinking about it. Zeou may not be able to crawl out of this twisted wreck alive now, let alone conquer the Chenhui Advance.

  Zeo could feel the gentleness of the body, and the pain was dissipating little by little. He could vaguely hear Valkyrie's call. They counted their achievements and chose seats for themselves in the banquet of the gods.

He remembered what happened when he was a sailor. At that time, it was Viking warships that crossed the sea. The so-called iron-clad ships existed in legends. His captain once said to Zeo, the Viking pirates. Life is dancing with death. They enjoy glory and victory, but they also have to endure threats from death anytime, anywhere. Maybe you were celebrating in the last second, and you will be assassinated in the next.

  Zeo felt that the captain was right, because he had just said this to himself when an arrow that broke through the air shot through his head.

  It was the first naval battle that Zeou experienced. Because of the bravery of killing the enemy, he was promoted to captain after the battle, and then the third officer, second officer, chief officer, captain...

  Sure enough, no one knows when death will come.

  Zeo closed his eyes sadly, his achievements are already very rich, but perhaps it is the despicable human nature, he is still not satisfied with this.

  There was a sound in the calm of death, and the thunder passed by, awakening the dying Zeou.

   "Captain! Great, you are still alive!"

  Only a pair of eyes appeared in the gap between the wreckage, and the sailor lay outside and shouted loudly.

Zeou looked at these eyes. He probably didn’t expect that the Black Tooth sailors would not fall apart in this situation. As the captain of these pirates, Zeou knew too well what group of these people under his hand were, they He would betray his friends for a few gold coins without hesitation. The reason for following Zeou is that Zeou is stronger than them.

  'S only pupils widened vigorously, and Zeo struggled to see everything in front of him until he confirmed that this was not a phantom before his death.

   Silence, erupt.

  Zeo stood up again with amazing willpower, he was breathing heavily, even if the stinging pain in his throat continued, this failed to defeat Zeo, but made him feel the truth of being alive.

  He is still alive.

   "Signal to signal other ships to attack, we are going to plunder that armored ship!"

  After a brief calm, Zeo ordered the sailor through the wreckage of steel.

   "Climb up the mast and go!"

   "But... Captain, do we continue to fight in this situation?"

  The sailor’s expression changed from surprise to horror. He thought the captain would say retreat, but he did not expect the captain to order an attack.

   "Do we still have a chance to retreat?"

  Zeo glanced at the terrible command room, and screams and wailing of fear came from a distance.

  The first one to come to him was neither the second nor the third, but an ordinary sailor. Zeou didn't know if they were dead or abandoned the ship and fled.

  "You also saw the enemy’s shelling, didn’t you? Do you think that with the range of that artillery, with the current status of the Black Teeth, it is possible for us to evacuate?"

  Zeo is seriously injured, but his mind is still very clear.

"This powerful weapon must have some drawbacks. It may be slow to fill the bombs, which means that the other party is filling the bombs. After you think the other party is filling the bombs, did they just leave us like this, or do another shelling to complete the end. US?"

  Zeo's hand firmly grasped the steel, he let himself hold the figure reluctantly, and said to the sailor through the steel.

  "This is not only an offense, but also self-preservation. Their goal will be attracted by other offensive ships. This will give us a chance to breathe. What's more, don’t you have a heart for that iron-clad ship? Child."

  The sailor swallowed. He and Zeo were separated from the burnt wreckage before. The afterglow of the thunder illuminates Zeona's burned face. He is like an abominable demon, imprisoned in a cage.

  At this moment, the devil is depicting a bright future to the sailor, enticing him to act.

  "Do you know? Ragnar Rodbrook, now the King of Ice and Sea. He was also a pirate at first, and he got a country by looting."

  "What? Are you wondering why I know so clearly?"

  Zeo’s voice was magical, calling out the sailor.

"Because I looted with him, I watched him a little bit to become the King of the Ice Sea... Don't you yearn for such feats? As long as you get the armored ship, this will be our beginning. When we When we die, God Odin will be moved by our glory."

  The sailor's eyes were looking straight at Zeo, his breathing became hurried, the storm was thunderous, and the sea sent the Black Fang to the Chenhui Advance, just like fate.

   "And, even if you are dead, do you want to die on the way to escape, or do you want to die heroically?"

  Zeo’s voice is a bit weak, he has no strength to climb up the mast, now the sailor is his only hope, the extension of his ambition, the promise of nothingness is good, try to exchange his soul.

  The sailor's body trembled slightly, his eyes were red, he took a deep look at Zeo, and then shouted.

   "Offensive!"

  ……

   "We can't let them come closer!"

  Nottal shouted.

  Everyone knows his thoughts. Once these six iron-clad ships surround the Chenhui Advance, even the strongest armor will collapse under successive shelling, not to mention that the opponent still has the tactics of collision angle.

  No matter how much he trusts the craftsman spirit of the perpetual pump, Lorenzo dare not really let the Chenhui Advance hit a corner.

The direction of the actual combat this time is far beyond his expectation. All of this is now approaching a small-scale maritime battle. He is not worried that the Chenhui Advance will sink. Judging from the current firepower, their chances of victory are still very good. Big.

  Lorenzo’s concern at the moment is that once the Chenhui Advance is damaged too much here, they will inevitably stay in the Vikings for a longer period of time for maintenance. Maybe it will also affect the actions against Jihai.

  It is more important to save the world than to kill a group of pirates.

   "Notar, you come to direct the fire counterattack! Shrike, come with me!"

  Lorenzo transfers command to Notar, and then motions for Shrike to follow him.

  The two ran wildly between the swaying tunnels. Shrike didn't even know what Lorenzo was going to do, and shouted to him.

"what are you up to!"

  I thought Lorenzo would take him to the deck to fight the pirates who climbed up, but Lorenzo took him all the way down.

   "Since it is an actual combat exercise, then the actual combat should be more thorough!"

  Lorenzo said something that the Shrike did not understand, but the Shrike soon understood what he meant. The two stopped and stood in front of a huge circular hatch.

  The anxious heart calmed down for a while, and was soon covered by another kind of unspeakable cold, which gushed through the gap in the cabin door, gently knocking on the hearts of the two.

  "In today's era of armored ships and artillery, are you interested in trying the original and thrilling jump-to-gang battle?"

  Lorenzo looked at him with a smile.

  Following the fall of Lorenzo's words, the round hatch slowly turned up, and it rolled to one side, opening the door.

  Behind the door is a murky darkness, in which a hideous outline appears and disappears.

  Shrike held his breath for a while, he looked to the other side, Lorenzo also put away his joking thoughts, and said with a serious face.

   "Come on, Shrike, you are in charge of support, and I am in charge of surprise attacks."

  The two entered the cabin door, and the lights came on one by one, and the cold but vivid armor stood among them, the flesh and blood entangled with the steel, perhaps they smelled the breath of living people, and their creeping became more violent.

  The dark iron feather reflects the indoor scenery, and the tall weapon rack displays new weapons from the pump of perpetual motion.

  Lorenzo finally stopped in the armor and looked up.

"what happened?"

  Shrike asked while tidying up his equipment.

  In order to facilitate mobile use of armor, the perpetual pump is optimized for starting armor. Even without the assistance of a technician, the driver can easily replenish and use fuel.

   "It's nothing, but suddenly realized that it has been a long time since I saw this armor."

  Lorenzo gently stroked the sharp iron feather, without saying much.

  Since the fall of Reichenbach, he has been reunited with the black angel for a long time. This is just a twisted creature of flesh and steel, but Lorenzo knows that this was the last place where his friend lived.

  Lorenzo put aside these messy troubles, stepped on the ladder and climbed up to the back of the black angel's neck. The armor had been unfolded, revealing the internal structure wrapped in flesh and blood.

It seems to be aware of Lorenzo's arrival, and the peristalsis of the flesh and blood has become more obvious. It stands to reason that in the unactivated state, these flesh and blood should remain silent, but now they have appeared a little proliferation, and the elongated tentacles have lifted. Shaking, as if welcoming Lorenzo's return.

   "Wait a minute, Shrike, what is this."

  Lorenzo almost leaned in half of his body, but he suddenly discovered that there was something on the black angel's body.

   "The new equipment was installed by Merlin. This was originally used by Ovis, but he died. Merlin felt that it would not be good to just keep it in dust, and then he thought of you."

  Shrike stood on the shoulders of the weapon division. This second-generation armor was covered with armor, and a giant spear was placed on the shoulder, somewhat similar to the lancer.

   "He analyzed it, the black angel is very suitable for this piece of equipment, you will use it to play a very wonderful role...this is his original words."

   "Is this..."

  Lorenzo glanced, and then looked at the pitch black beneath him. The flesh and blood had recovered, and they were as if they were about to swallow Lorenzo.

  Ovis.

  Lorenzo vaguely remembered this person, and Lorenzo hadn't had much communication with him, and he couldn't even remember whether he had met this person.

  But now Lorenzo is wearing his equipment, which feels a little strange.

"I go first."

  Shrike started the weapon division after speaking, the indicator lights lit up one by one, and the platform under his feet began to rise slowly, sending the weapon division onto the deck.

   "The weapon division joins the battle sequence."

  Sounds like this sounded inside the Chenhui Advance.

  Looking at the weapon division who left, Lorenzo didn't think much anymore. He got into the armor, flesh and blood drove the armor to close, and various indicators began to adjust.

  The secret key is entered correctly.

  The huge cable connecting the armor broke.

  The fuel injection is complete, and the additional fuel tank is also filled.

The lacquer antimony began to burn, and the engine roared, and the scales on the armor began to rise and fall slightly, as if there was life, and the armor was breathing.

   seems to have detected the activation of the armor, the gears began to rotate, and complicated sounds rang around.

  The black angel was lifted up by the mechanical platform under her feet, and the structures above her head unfolded one by one, until the dark clouded night sky was exposed, and the cold heavy rain fell and wetted the armor.

  Lorenzo waited for the change of vision, feeling the link between the body and the armor, he said softly.

   "Black Angel joined the battle sequence."

  (End of this chapter)