Chapter 1466: Smile_2

“Ah… What am I worrying about?”

He muttered to himself.

…

As the Morning Glow Advance approached Florence, the Sailing Dawn within the Steel Bird’s Nest gradually awoke.

Lightweight gases were injected into the airbags through the pipes, and the slightly concave airbags began to swell, inch by inch, pressing closely against the nest that encased them, until they left marks as if trying to break free from their cage.

The technicians were doing the final checks, everyone incredibly tense, since this might be the Sailing Dawn’s last voyage.

Tons of lacquered antimony were also injected into the fuel tank, providing power to the War Airship. The pilots had moved in early, using the remaining time to familiarize themselves with the consoles, preparing for the upcoming battle.

The hatches on the War Airship’s belly were already open, revealing the Armors of Original Sin, ready, displayed inside. All that’s left are the latecomers, assembling on the deck, surrounding the piled equipment, conducting their preparations.

“Does this thing feel like the wrong size to you? It’s a bit tight on me.”

Red Falcon put on his black combat suit and pressed the clasp; the suit was so tight, he couldn’t catch his breath.

“No way? Mine fits perfectly.”

Bola walked over, the black combat suit accentuating him like a slender Black Sword.

“That’s unusual; the sizes are based on our medical examination data,” Blue Jade chimed in, “By the way, when was your last medical checkup?”

“After the storm, why?”

Red Falcon took a deep breath and finally managed to fasten the clasp on his chest. Blue Jade then walked over, staring intently at Red Falcon’s face, making him uneasy, and he asked quietly.

“What’s… what’s up?”

“How long has it been? How much weight have you gained!”

Blue Jade said and gave Red Falcon a kick, causing him to yelp in pain.

“Remember to hold onto your gear!”

Zuo Tang stood by the hatch; he was the commander of this mission, and he had already changed into his outfit, bristling with weapons.

Upon hearing his shout, the others nodded and picked suitable weapons from the rack, fastening them onto themselves, becoming fully armed.

Some weren’t combat personnel; they stood by, waiting silently, as if accompanying these people on their last journey.

[Are you nervous?]

The voice echoed in his mind, and Lorenzo replied calmly.

“I’m alright, just another battle, really. In that sense, it’s not much different.”

[Do you truly feel that way? I thought you’d be more excited.]

Watson asked curiously.

“I’ve been anticipating this for so long, but now I don’t seem that eager,” Lorenzo pondered, “Maybe I just don’t want to put too much pressure on myself.”

[I thought it would be more ceremonial for you.]

“What ceremony? A send-off speech? No way.”

[Looks like you’ve matured quite a bit, Lorenzo.]

“How do I appear to you?” Hearing Watson say that, Lorenzo was quite surprised.

Watson pondered, the invisible Ghost stood beside Lorenzo. She looked at Lorenzo’s profile, gradually, a warm golden light enveloped him, making his figure grow smaller, his face replaced by another unfamiliar yet familiar visage, smeared with innocence.

[Perhaps… a bit more immature? Young, quick-tempered, full of a sense of justice? Shouting about eradicating Demons, then charging headfirst into their swarm.]

“Huh? Is that me?”

Lorenzo shook his head; the person Watson described, he didn’t recognize.

[Who knows?]

Lorenzo picked up the sword bag, placing one Nail Sword after another into it, then slinging it over his back.

“By the way, Watson, do you still remember our plan?”

Lorenzo suddenly asked.

[I remember, why?]

“That’s good. You handle the Flame Holder to clear the way for me. Then transfer the Echo of the End to another carrier, and I’ll take that carrier to penetrate the Well of Ascension.”

This was Lorenzo’s plan, no intricate plots, just a simple and direct one side killing the other.

“What if I fail? Do you remember?” Lorenzo asked again.

[Adapt accordingly.]

“Right, adapt accordingly, then there’s no need for any strategy. Just take out the opponent by any means necessary.”

Lorenzo’s words carried a hint of gunpowder; saying he was calm was a facade. This guy was thrilled, eager to put an end to the Demon’s history.

Watson said nothing, just stood beside Lorenzo, a faint smile on her face.

In her eyes, Lorenzo seemed to never grow up, just like the days before, with that fragile and helpless demeanor.

“Once ready, board the ship!”

Zuo Tang called out again to those below, then he turned around, walking deep into the ship’s hold, disappearing from sight.

“We’ll head in first then.”

Shao Liangye, upon hearing this, led Shao Liangxi toward the descending stairs.

“Ah… The last journey, sounds awful.”

Red Falcon continued his complaints; now there’s no one to reprimand him, just letting him be.

Others nodded, picked up their boxes, and walked towards the hatch. Meanwhile, the Sailing Dawn stirred as well, engines warming up, waves of heat spreading from under the steel.

“Speaking of which, this seems like a scene right out of life and death, doesn’t it?”

Red Falcon mumbled, as no one could tell if they’d return alive.