After the water splashes, the water surface returns to calm.

This sudden silence after the climax is shocking.

Just like at the end of Ragnarok, the black dragon Needhog, symbolizing despair, crawled out from the bottom of the World Tree, transformed into the sea, and devoured two brave and uncast Viking warriors in one bite...

One of them is a berserker whom Odin offered to the Valhalla. He was not afraid of pain and became more and more courageous as he fought.

The other one is a whaler who inherited the blood of Neald, who calls the wind and rain, and is tough and stubborn.

They are all warriors that are hard to find in the world, and they are the top and purest bloodlines among the Vikings.

They are pride, history, and the great power that once dominated the seven seas and shocked the entire world.

Could such a person die?

Or someone like this...

Could it be that they would die so easily and so urgently... want to go back to their paradise?

Henna's eyes turned red.

She squinted her eyes and slowly took off her wide coat, and took off her boots, revealing a pure white unique battle robe dedicated to Asathin in front of the pirates.

"Are you a berserker too?"

Bonet felt a huge threat from this sudden disguise woman that had never been before.

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and raised it to his chest.

"I woke up two years later than Lef, but...yes, I'm also a Berserker."

"If your throat is cut off, can you go crazy?"

Bonet was stunned for a moment and shook his head slowly: "No, only anger can turn wild, and death means death."

"That's good..." Henna gently licked the tip of the knife with her tongue, leaving a dazzling red color.

She said: "You can die."

...

Lorraine carried Lef and jumped into the water, sinking to the bottom of the water.

The sea water at high latitudes is biting cold, irritating pain and encouraging spirits.

Lef woke up from the confusion of losing his enemy, clenched his fists and attacked Lorraine.

Lorraine avoided it like a swimming fish, and her legs swung around Lef, bent her middle finger and punched her out.

The punch was hitting Lef's waist.

Lef seemed to have not realized it, and turned over and raised his arms to catch the cunning enemy. Lorraine swam forward first, and her thick leather boots stomped on Lef's face, kicking out a string of long bubbles.

Lef sinks faster.

Lorraine turned over, shook her legs and rushed upwards, punching Lef's throat again, and punching the second long string of bubbles.

The deeper and deeper the Lef, the more Lorraine pursued him, the tighter it became.

At the bottom of the turbid bay, the repellent eyelid can help the whalers lock in their opponents, but the red pupils cannot allow the berserkers to find the enemy's traces.

Just like when on land, Lorraine tried her best to get any advantage at Lef, but now it is underwater, and this is the home court of the whalers.

The situation reversed.

Lef waved his hands at the bottom of the sea at a loss and kicked his legs. Lorraine swam around him, punching him and punching his chest and abdomen, throat, cheeks, and lungs...

Heavy fists hit Lef, each punch that forced him to open his mouth, and each punch squeezed the air in his blood vessels.

Leif's body began to suffocate.

The dizzy feeling drove away the madness, and the invisible enemy confused the berserker.

The red pupils gradually dissipated.

The severe pain mixed with the weak as if the sky was falling, Lef opened his mouth in despair and gurgled...

...

Henna looks like a ghost.

She held the dagger upside down, as fast as lightning, running, jumping, rolling, and turning. She approached Bonet again and again, giving up again and again, retreating far away.

Bonett couldn't catch up with her movements at all.

There was no way to fight back and could not move. He was helpless against Henna and could only choose the most unlike the berserkers to deal with him, huddling himself in the shell like a turtle, and using his great sword and intuition to strictly guard every key point on his body.

The hostility on Henna's face became heavier and her emerald-like eyes stared at Bonett, becoming more and more concentric and more aggressive.

She jumped back suddenly, raised her hand and shot straight into Bonet's forehead.

Bonett hurriedly swung his sword to block it.

It was just this moment of distraction that Henna disappeared.

There is no above the head, no under the feet, no in front of you, no after you, no after you on both sides... not even behind you!

Bonett was shocked to find that Henna had completely disappeared.

Where is she...?

Henna is running.

Among Asathin's skills, there is a unique invisibility method, visual invisibility.

Its basic principle is to avoid the direct viewing area of ​​the target's field of view, and avoid the afterglow according to the height of the other party's eyes, and act silently.

This action starts from the moment you throw a flying knife.

She jumped backwards to induce Bonnet to put her vision to the far end as soon as she knocked off the flying knife.

In fact, after throwing the flying knife, Henna quickly inserted it into the slant. While approaching Bonett, she also ran out of the field of view that was 120 degrees in front of him.

This is the easiest step.

After leaving Bonet's direct vision, she held a knife in her mouth and began to run around Bonet, not running with her feet like a human, but like a cat, with hands and feet on the ground and limbs.

From the moment he was on all fours, Henna disappeared from her opponent's eyes.

Bonett is very tall, over two meters tall, and his eyes are over one meter eight.

Henna cruised three to five meters away from him, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. She stayed behind him or her side or back most of the time. She would occasionally lower her body and ventured through the front, select the shortest path and return to the safe area.

All this is done in broad daylight.

In the eyes of the onlookers, Henna was constantly trying to approach Bonnet with a weird crawl and launching an attack.

Apart from the change in the way she traveled, it was the same thing she had done for a long time before.

At that time, Bonnett could not catch up with her speed, and his eyes would always slow down. Henna could protect her vitals with her wild intuition and superb skills, making her unable to find an opportunity to take advantage of.

It looks almost the same now.

Henna wandered around Bonet in a dignified place, approaching and away. Bonet looked clumsy and helpless. No one expected that he would actually lose Henna's trace...

But this technique is not invincible.

After all, humans are not real four-legged walking animals. No matter how flexible Henna's body is, she is proficient in mastering cat fighting techniques. She constantly changes direction, speed change or even deformation will consume a lot of her physical strength.

What's more, she had to always pay attention to Bonet's eyes, constantly mentally arithmetic and correct his vision range.

Work hard, work hard.

In just one minute, sweat had wet Henna's short hair. She began to notice her hands and feet were sore and her dry throat was just trying to breathe.

She knew she was almost at her limit.

In this state, she had no energy to avoid it no matter what counterattack Bonnet made.

But she doesn't care...

When he was in Cherbourg, Lorraine taught her one thing with her actions, that is, the crew must be responsible for their captain.

This is duty and dignity.

Lorraine's captain was Lake, so he tried his best to save it. When he knew that Lake was dead, he gave up his huge wealth within reach. Without hesitation, he chose to pay for his blood debt.

Her captain is Lorraine, and Lorraine is dead, so there is only one thing she needs to do...

Work hard, pay for your blood debts and don’t have to consider anything else!

She patiently dealt with Bonnet for one minute, two minutes, until Bonnet completely gave up looking for her trace, she really relaxed, inhale slowly, and exhale slowly...

Punch your feet and hit!

Wow!

A big hand covered with bruises stretched out from underwater and pressed the ground of the dock with a snap.

Lorraine dragged the unconscious Leif out of the water, climbed up to the dock with all her strength, and collapsed on the ground.

He grinned: "It seems that this time, Warnerheim won."

Dong!

Like a cheetah sculpture thrown out, Henna is on the bridge of Bonet's nose.

Bonet, fainting...
Chapter completed!