Tonight was destined to be sleepless, the door was closed, and the sound of gurgling water came from the corridor outside the door, and from time to time there was a clear sound of vomiting.

This operation was out of Invig's territory, and everything outside the country was handed over to North Dero, and it can be said that the entire White Tide now exists for Lorenzo and his party to some extent.

The area was temporarily cordoned off for technical malfunction, and North Dro personnel cleaned the bloody corridors, transporting corpse after corpse into the depths of the sea.

No one could think of what had just been experienced here, it felt like an angry beast was eating here, with severed limbs all over the ground, and they couldn't even put together a single corpse. Some people couldn't stand the smell of blood and retched.

Several people in the room woke up, although it was already late at night, but no one could sleep after this.

Haybold stood in the doorway, weapon in hand, and although the enemy had been eliminated, no one knew whether the White Tide was still an enemy of the choir.

Eve assists the ship's doctor, and Erin is placed in the living room, where they set up a makeshift operating table, and after a period of processing, the ship's doctor removes a twisted warhead from Irene's wound.

"Fortunately, the rescue was timely, but there was just some excessive blood loss, and she would be in a coma for a while, and I don't know exactly when she woke up. ”

As he spoke, the ship's doctor picked up his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Strong child, she doesn't seem to want to die yet, and she has persevered until now. ”

"Thanks, doctor. ”

Hybod, who was on the side, said, and then he motioned for the ship's doctor to leave.

The ship's doctor was well aware of the current situation, and although the corridor had been sealed when he came, the smell of blood wafting through the air was so clear that the ship's doctor guessed that the amount of blood was amazing.

Leaving behind some of the medicines that Erin would use, the ship's doctor left, and now the only ones left in the room were the ones of their own.

Lorenzo, who had been silent, slowly opened his mouth at this moment.

"So she's Gloria Jackson?"

Lorenzo asked the kestrel, who was sitting not far from Erin, his expression a little complicated, he was caught off guard by the suddenness, and looking at the familiar face, the kestrel could only nod stiffly.

"Gloria, presumably this is one of her disguised names. ”

Hybold was all too familiar with this old friend, and he approached Erin and looked at the somewhat pale face.

"It seems that Erin had her eyes on us early in the morning and followed us on the boat. Haybed's eyes fell on the kestrels.

The kestrel didn't know how to justify, he felt a little headache, everything happened too fast, he was still immersed in the beautiful encounter, but then there was all the blood, the woman he loved was lying in front of him, and she was still his enemy.

"I ...... My fault, I was too lax. ”

Kestrel reflected that it was an extremely dangerous operation and that he shouldn't have gone fishing for the damn fish in the first place.

"No, it's not the kestrel's fault," Lorenzo said, "Erin didn't find us because the kestrel found us...... She had her eyes on us early in the morning, and she had come to Winchester's office in Old Dunling. ”

No one else could perceive it, but Lorenzo could, and the witcher's keen senses could easily detect the subtle difference.

In the heavy smell of blood, there was a hint of cold fragrance.

At that time, in the office, the masked woman had the same smell on her, and she wanted to entrust Lorenzo with work related to Gaulinalo.

"And what exactly is she trying to do?" asked Kestrel in some confusion.

His eyes were fixed on Erin's face, Kestrel had some mixed emotions, not only the previous love, but also fear and anger, he didn't know if his encounter with Erin was a deliberate performance, and whether the previous things were her disguise.

Almost ...... myself Almost fell into her trap.

"I don't know, but I'll give you a suggestion, stay away from this woman, no one can guess what she's thinking. ”

Hybod had suffered a loss and warned the kestrel again.

"She's here for us...... Call us for help. Lorenzo analyzed.

It was clear from the battle that the choir soldiers did not know where Lorenzo was, and that they had always been targeting Erin, who was obviously unable to fight the reinforced soldiers, so she pinned her hopes on herself.

It's unclear if this was a call for help or a curse, but at least Erin succeeded, and she survived for the time being.

"Help?" Haybold was wary of Erin, "anyway, let's get her under control first." ”

Hybold didn't care about that, for him, all the strife and contradictions originated from the damn woman in front of him, and if it weren't for her still being useful, Hybold would definitely let her die in a painful way.

Lorenzo didn't stop him, just watched it all with a solemn gaze.

Hypard tied Erin's hands with a rope for the time being, but when she thought about it, the woman didn't have much power to move at the moment, she was badly injured and had lost too much blood.

"And then?"

Hybode asked what he wanted Lorenzo to say, and he was actually the one in charge of the operation.

"Sleep. Lorenzo said.

"Sleep?"

The kestrel also cast a skeptical look.

"Or else?" Lorenzo asked rhetorically, "we're on the White Tide Strait, trapped in this cruise ship, and this is an isolated island, and we need to go ashore to carry out any plans and countermeasures, right?"

"Not to mention ......"

Lorenzo's words stopped abruptly, and after a pause he continued.

"Not to mention, my 'clue' is still unconscious, whether it's torture or something else, it will have to wait until she wakes up. ”

This was a bonus, as Lorenzo somehow caught the key figure in the job.

"I can't sleep, so I'll be on my guard. ”

Hybod shook his head, picked up his weapon and walked out.

"What about you?"

Lorenzo looked at the kestrel, who thought for a moment, then said with some hesitation.

"I'll look at her, maybe the enemy is still on the ship waiting for an opportunity to kill her. ”

Lorenzo turned his head and looked to the other side.

"I ...... I'm embarrassed that you don't sleep, and you're not sleeping...... I'm going to see Hercule?"

Eve thought about it and picked a job for herself.

"No, Hercule isn't that fragile yet. ”

Lorenzo said that he looked like he had other plans for Eve.

He handed the nail sword and Winchester to Eve, and took Lorenzo's weapon, Eve felt a trace of pressure, it stands to reason that Lorenzo never leaves these things.

"Don't let anyone in. ”

Lorenzo walked into his room, not knowing what to do.

"Also, whatever you feel outside the door, don't open the door and come in and disturb me. ”

His expression was serious, which made Eve nervous.

"What are you going to do?" asked Eve.

"Go see a friend. ”

Lorenzo thought about it, but still felt that he answered truthfully.

The room was empty, only Lorenzo was alone, and outside the window was the vast sea, Eve couldn't understand what Lorenzo was saying, Lorenzo didn't give her time to ask questions, and closed the door directly.

There was a sudden silence in the room, except for Erin's occasional moans of pain, her forehead burning and her brow furrowed, as if she were in a nightmare.

The kestrel sat silently in the corner, weapon in its arms, when the sound of Haybed's footsteps walking outside the door.

No one could have imagined that the atmosphere would change so quickly, and at this moment Eve faintly felt that the joyful journey seemed to have turned into a trip to hell.

Under extreme depression, Hercule rolled over, looking less dizzy, and clung to the futon tightly, like a rodent wintering.

......

In the room, Lorenzo walked to the bed, and instead of getting into bed, he knelt on the floor with his hands lightly on his knees.

He closed his eyes and thought about it all, and under the crisp aroma, Lorenzo felt as if he had connected it all.

What are you going to do? Erin Adler.

You're already wanted by the Vikings, you should be hiding, why do you have to reappear, why do you have to come to yourself, and you have to entrust yourself with your work?

Why did the Iron Law Bureau come after you, why did the choir also target you, and why exactly?

Lorenzo couldn't figure it out, and he didn't bother to think about it anymore, he had a much more important job than Erin, or Ivar.

Army.

An army far beyond conventional forces.

And the masked man who was called the Imam.

Lorenzo couldn't help but clench his fists, and in the end, the worst situation happened, the power of the secret blood would be abused, and the bloody war would break out again.

Lorenzo is well aware of his limitations, he is very strong, stronger than everyone else, but Lorenzo is only one person, he is not omniscient and omnipotent like God, he can only protect the people around him, even ...... Even the people around him can't protect them.

One tragic fact after another proved all this to Lorenzo, in the end, no matter how corrupted he was by secret blood, he always had a human part, a human inferiority.

No......

There was a glimmer of light in the gap in the corner of the eye, as if there was a rolling day embedded in the eye socket below.

No, Lorenzo can't end the war, but Lorenzo can stop it from coming, he can stop this crazy beginning.

Kill them all, kill all the choirs.

Execute the plague doctor on the cross, whoever is behind the mask, and pierce his heart with a nail sword plated with holy silver.

Lorenzo has never been a benevolent fellow, on the contrary, beneath the surface of the rotten man lies the hidden, crazy nature.

He can acquiesce in the existence of many things, but only about the secret blood is the bottom line that he must not be transgressed.

Remove all obstacles by absolute force.

Lorenzo closed his eyes, but there was a faint light in the darkness in front of him, like the starlight of the night sky, one dim point after another.

The secret blood has awakened.

A strange sense of oppression spread out from under his body like a tidal wave, heavy and heavy, and nothing could stop it from moving forward, the doors and walls.

Everyone who approached Lorenzo sensed the sensation, an indescribable coldness, as if the cold water had soaked through his body.

The kestrel shifted its gaze in the direction of the door, a sensation that was all too familiar to him.

Erode.

The invisible erosion enveloped everyone at this moment, and Eve stood in front of the door, she had never been religious, but at the moment she was whispering a prayer that nothing bad would happen behind the door.

Gabriel.

With the release of power, there were dim stars burning wildly in the dead starry sky, and everyone noticed the rising light.

In the darkness there are unknown monsters wriggling and whispering.

They seemed to be discussing something, and some slowly drifted towards the burning light, trying to touch the nothingness of day.

But someone was faster than them, and the unknown being felt the beacon that emitted light, and thus traveled a long distance to arrive here.

The stars went out.

It dimmed again, and the monsters in the darkness let out an unwilling roar, and they were close to touching it, almost finding Lorenzo.

But after the roar, the monsters calmed down, and they watched the dark night sky more closely, waiting for the stars to burn again.

Before they knew it, the mottled swords were unsheathed, and they longed for blood and punishment.

That's what they're going to do, that's what they've made.

No one can cross the border.

No one.

Lorenzo didn't know what was happening in the darkness, he slowly opened his eyes, and the icy cold wind swept across his cheeks, into the endless ice field, and the incomparably bright starry sky overhead.

[Gap], this is Lorenzo's [Gap].

If you think about it, Lorenzo hasn't been back here for a long time...... There's really no need to return.

047 was completely dead, the dregs of his soul piled up in the deepest part of the ice beneath his feet, like the dead who sank into the deep sea.

This is a dead and silent world, there used to be people who had nothing to talk about themselves, but now there is nothing here, a world of extreme loneliness.

"It's been a long time, but I heard that you opened an office. ”

Another man's voice sounded in the dead silence, and Lorenzo put his hands on the bench and turned his head.

"Yes, it's a pity that you lack an assistant, are you interested?"

The cold wind dragged the snow away, blurring the hazy picture as the woman slowly walked towards Lorenzo, the slowly closing chasm behind her.

"Not interested. ”

The woman sat on the bench, which had been 047's position.

"Oh, it's so ruthless. ”

Lorenzo looked up at the brilliant night sky.

"So what are you looking for me to do? Lorenzo, I don't always feel your erosion and answer your call. The woman asked.

Lorenzo was not in a hurry to answer her words, but looked at her with a serious face and asked her.

"Watson, is Lawrence really dead?"