Ashes Of Deep Sea Chapter 424

Chapter 424: Chapter 426: The Final Counterattack_3 Chapter 424: Chapter 426: The Final Counterattack_3 It was a figure that charged out from a corner of the hall, an illusion that had yet to begin to dissipate.

Lawrence and all the sailors' eyes were instantly drawn to the figure.

He was not a soldier but a young man who looked like a military engineer, dressed in dark blue coarse work attire and wearing a slanted cap that had been popular half a century ago, with a large wrench hanging from his belt alongside a pistol and ammo pouch.

He charged toward the trench, toward the explosives left behind by the second demolition team, and then, holding a wooden crate filled with explosives, he hurriedly climbed toward the Thorn Gate.

In that moment, Lawrence almost thought he was going to succeed.

However, a bullet flew in, and the young man was struck on the shoulder as if hammered by an iron fist, his body jolting violently before falling a few meters from the Thorn Gate.

The hall seemed to quiet instantaneously.

The final counterattack was over.

All soldiers from the Queen's Guard began to dissipate quickly, and this scene, repeated for fifty years, also returned to its starting point.

Perhaps this was the last repetition.

Lawrence stared blankly at the young man who fell last.

“The last of the Queen's Guard,” the last casualty, his fall seemed to be some kind of “focal point” in this endlessly repeating battle.

But suddenly, Lawrence snapped out of his daze.

He leaped from his hiding spot, and amid the stares and exclamations of the sailors, the old captain sprinted like the wind toward the place where the last man had fallen.

The already quiet hall was “disturbed” by his sudden “intervention,” and the monsters that had not yet dissipated almost instantly reacted, and the chaotic roar of the creatures and the booming of gunfire burst forth!

A sailor's shout came from behind, “Cover the captain!”

Yet Lawrence seemed unable to hear these sounds, just relentlessly pressing forward, head lowered, seemingly hit by several bullets, though to him these were already inconsequential. He sprinted across half the hall, dived into the trench, and lunged for the last explosive device, reaching out his hand–
Then his fingers passed right through the crate of explosives.

Lawrence fell awkwardly in the trench, staring dazedly at the scene in front of him.

Like the soldiers of the Queen's Guard around him, the crate of explosives, to him, was also an illusion.

The demolition device that had not been detonated fifty years ago could not be detonated today by him, a newcomer.

Bullets whizzed by, impacting the ground nearby, roaring sounds approached, and some mud creatures had already rushed into the trench, about to tear him to shreds.

But Lawrence still stared blankly at the crate of explosives, only feeling a profound absurdity and mockery.

However, at that moment, something flickered in the corner of his eye.

The old captain looked up in surprise and saw that the young man who had just fallen was now moving.

This young man, with a large wrench hanging at his waist, trembled, slowly lifting his head, his gaze fixedly falling on the man shrouded in strange green flames and dressed as a captain.

Lawrence paused, then suddenly realized, “Can you see me?!”

But the young man seemed not to hear the question, just lip quivering, seemingly rapidly repeating something. He repeated it several times, and Lawrence barely caught what he was saying–
“…seen it, yes, I've seen these flames… I've seen it…”

“Seen it? Flames? What are you talking about?”

Lawrence asked, unable to help himself, his eyes widening in astonishment.

The young man didn't respond, just kept repeating the words over and over again, and while repeating, he slowly started to rise, covered in blood, but slowly getting up!

Under Lawrence's incredulous gaze, the blood-soaked young man picked up the last explosive device, and groaning, climbed up the ramp next to the wall, muttering something while staggering toward the Thorn Gate.

Lawrence heard what the other was muttering, but it was content he couldn't understand, sounding like a string of names–
“Nemo… General Tyrion… Crow…”
The blood-soaked figure staggered forward, muttering.

But he hadn't taken many steps.

He had just climbed onto the level ground when several gunshots rang out from the opposite side, and the blood-soaked figure fell.

But almost at the moment of his fall, a decrepit old figure unexpectedly rose from where he had fallen.

Lawrence watched incredulously as the old man emerged from a pool of blood.

He was the reflection in the blood of the young man who died in battle.

“Ah, I've finally made it…”

The bent old man stooped, picked up the last crate of explosives, and then his face suddenly lit up with a brilliant, incomprehensible smile.

“I've made it!”

He shouted loudly, laughing aloud, joyfully lighting the fuse on the crate of explosives and, exhilarated, rushed toward the Thorn Gate.

“I've made it!

“Engineer Wilson reporting for duty!

“Engineer Wilson requesting to rejoin the ranks!

“I've made it!”

“BOOM!!!”

The earth-shattering explosion rocked the entire hall and every corridor connected to it.

Chapter end

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