Gun of Ashes

This is the doomsday ship Nagilfah, filled with ghost gods and demons, sailing towards the World’s End, bringing disaster and extinction.

Everything proceeds as the Vikings’ myths describe, the only difference being that the ship now also carries oblivious mortals. They are the main force of this ship, while the ghost gods and demons are actually the minority. Now, Lorenzo is leading the madmen and mortals into the land of death.

Froki remains immersed in his mad visions, gazing up at the brilliant stars, hoping to conquer this last piece of vacancy.

The Plague Doctor longs to witness the moment of Truth, the flesh on his body writhing like a snake swarm, his crimson eyes observing the expressions of others, like a spectator enjoying a performance.

Watson wears a cold expression; as an Ascender, she truly rivals the gods, a descending Pseudo-God.

Bola remains silent, clenching his fists tightly, his gaze fixed on Froki, with hatred and madness fueling his rage.

Lorenzo’s gaze sweeps over their faces one by one, looking at these madmen filled to capacity, he sighs deeply, seeming to make some decision, but he does not voice it at the moment.

The arriving ship doctor takes Selyu away; the temperature continues to drop. It’s not just Selyu; others are showing symptoms, some troubled by erosion.

Fortunately, after several battles, the number of survivors on the ship is few, even if some are affected by erosion and transform into demons, it remains within controllable limits.

When the ship doctor says this, Lorenzo can sense the change in his expression; although he struggles to appear calm, his words ultimately carry a tinge of madness.

”The more people die, the more resources remain...”

The greed flickers in the ship doctor’s eyes, and he leaves after speaking.

The flames in the stove rise and fall, reflecting on the bodies of a few people, surging up and then sinking.

”Do you have any thoughts, Lorenzo?” Watson asks at this moment.

Lorenzo nods, slowly saying.

”This is not a one-way journey, regardless, someone needs to survive and bring the story back.”

As Froki once allowed Bola to survive, someone needs to know what happened here. If they fail, perhaps one distant day in the future, a bigger and sturdier ship will arrive here.

The others have little reaction to Lorenzo’s words; they themselves also care little about these things.

To them, this voyage is a one-way ticket; no one has thought about returning. Whatever decision Lorenzo makes, as long as they can continue forward, no one cares.

”The damage to the ship, resource consumption, and the attack of erosion—if we continue like this, we might reach the World’s End, but surely, we will also remain there forever.”

Lorenzo speaks and glances at Froki.

”You should understand this, Shipbuilder Froki; this Silent Sea is a barrier upon a barrier; it completely isolates mortal scrutiny through various factors. Even if someone penetrates, it is difficult to return, only leaving the secrets here forever.”

”What’s wrong?”

Froki asks; he can sense the change in Lorenzo. Unlike these madmen with nothing, Lorenzo has something to care for.

”If we continue forward, more people will die from erosion and cold; we need to stop.” Lorenzo says.

”What do you mean?”

Froki’s expression immediately turns cold, and the Plague Doctor also shows slight changes.

This doomsday ship is filled with monsters, and now they can coexist harmoniously on the ship, bound by the same purpose. But now, a divergence in this purpose has appeared, and the monsters have bared their fangs and claws.

”I need the survival of the Morning Glow Advance and these crew members. Continuing to sail and break ice means lower temperatures; the channel we open will freeze, trapping us here,” Lorenzo expresses his thoughts.

Lacquered Antimony and Florun Potion are not inexhaustible, nor is the Iron Armor ship unsinkable.

Lorenzo can feel the change in the intensity of erosion; the deeper it goes, the more terrifying the force becomes. Initially, people might maintain with Florun Potion, but this is just an illusion; the madness does not recede, it will only slowly rise until mortals can no longer sustain.

”Let the Morning Glow Advance remain here; facing erosion, the crew has no ability to resist. Continuing forward is merely sending them to death. It’s better if we disembark and proceed on foot.”

Lorenzo’s gaze sharpens; he has made the decision.

Proceed on foot.

Lorenzo finishes speaking and stands up, gazing at the far-off land of white.

Extreme cold and erosion—walking in such an environment is simply absurd; mortals will easily perish within, but this time, Lorenzo feels such a decision holds some hope.

This harsh environment is only targeted at mortals, but Lorenzo is not a mortal.

”Me, the Plague Doctor, Watson, and Froki—just us few stubborn fellows moving forward alone, what do you think?”

”Is that so? I don’t mind; I’m quite good at adapting.”

The Plague Doctor waves his hand, relieved after knowing Lorenzo’s purpose. He even thinks that getting rid of these useless mortals might increase the probability of success, while he himself does not fear erosion and severe cold. Authority·Yanar allows him to possess an almost immortal body.