Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 191: For Your Majesty (6)

Dragon Raja 5

On the screen, the computer continuously calculated the YAMAL’s trajectory, estimating the probability of a collision. The probability remained above 70%. Rebalco tried every possible way to avoid it, but they were running out of time.

“Can we withstand this level of impact?” Schneider asked in a low voice.

“The enemy’s tonnage is close to ours. Even if our icebreaking armor is thicker, it will definitely be seriously damaged.” Rebalko said with a serious expression.

The consequences of serious damage was imaginable. This almost indestructible ship will sink into the vast sea of ​​ice. They don’t have to hope for a rescue ship. There are few ships in the world that can sail along the route of the YAMAL. If the sinking speed is not fast, they have a chance to abandon the ship and go to the ice, but that will make them food for polar bears.

This is the territory of the god of death. The reason they could remain calm along the way was because of the “warm nuclear reactor”, but they will soon lose it.

    ***

Caesar and Abbas rushed into the medical cabin. Snow, wearing a small white apron, stood behind the plexiglass wall of the operating room.

Abbas kicked the plexiglass wall, but it was much stronger than he expected, showing no signs of damage, and it caused severe pain in his ankle. Caesar took out his Desert Eagle without hesitation and fired at the plexiglass wall, but the Desert Eagle’s bullet also left white cracks and craters.

Caesar was stunned, unable to understand why there was such a sturdy operating room on this ship. It was previously a scientific research vessel and later a gambling ship, and did not need an operating table for dissecting aliens.

Abbas looked around, found a long-handled wrench, weighed it, and smashed it with all his might against the glass wall. This time the plexiglass wall shook slightly, and cracks appeared in all directions.

“Move aside!” Abbas pounded the glass wall hard and talked to the snow inside.

Whenever he has free time these days, he comes here to talk to Snow for a while. Snow actually knows a little English.

Snow shook her head, her expression calm or perhaps even wooden. “If God comes to kill me, you’ll all leave. If God kills me, everything will be fine.”

Abbas was stunned and shuddered quietly.

Snow had said something similar before, and Abbas could have dismissed it as the aftereffects of a “traumatic stress disorder” and ignored it. But on second thought, it was truly bizarre. What were the odds of encountering a wreck in the Arctic Circle? In the ice storm with extremely low visibility, the wreck had approached the YAMAL like a ghost.

The girl was cursed because she had been to the land of the gods. The gods wanted to kill her, and if they killed her, no one would be able to find the gods’ territory again. The gods didn’t have to come in person singing whale songs, they could just send a wreck to ram them.

Before he could even process his thoughts, Caesar had snatched the wrench from his hand. Caesar stepped back, took a deep breath, and spun around, slamming it down on the plexiglass wall with a powerful, sweeping motion like a barbarian swinging a mace. Cracks covered the entire plexiglass wall, and Caesar followed up with a kick, shattering it into slag.

“If it’s him, that would be great. Aren’t we looking for him?” Caesar stepped forward, scooped up the snow and threw it on his shoulder.

Abbas suddenly came to his senses and couldn’t help laughing.

He’s been feeling a bit worried lately, so he’s been suspicious. Caesar was right. They’d come all the way here just to embarrass the “gods.” Why would they be afraid of curses?

For thousands of years, the violent thugs of the Secret Party have been doing the same thing: whether it’s gods, demons, or dragon kings, all mysterious creatures that threaten the survival of the human world must be slain by the sword. They are the walls and gates that stand between the human world and the unknown, as well as the muskets and cannons.

“Would you like to take your toys with you?” Caesar asked.

Abbas was stunned for a moment before realizing that Caesar was talking about the grenade thrown in the corner. Snow had been hugging that thing like a teddy bear for the past few days.

“No, I know it has no fuse,” Snow replied. “It can’t kill a god.”

She spoke calmly and seriously, yet it made people laugh and cry. It turned out that she had been holding on to that grenade for so long, intending to use it to fight God to the death.

But this is in line with the atmosphere on the ship. There are two different kinds of desperate people on this ship. One kind is willing to risk his life for the cause of slaying the dragon, and the other kind is willing to risk his life for money. Although the latter’s motives do not sound so pure, if God really comes, those Russian men will still take out their AK47s.

For Russians, AK47 can be regarded as a kind of belief. From Nazi Germany to God to the devil, this thing can cure all diseases.

“I’m starting to like you, little girl.” Caesar patted Snow’s back.

Caesar and Abbas simultaneously exerted their strength, sprinting out of the medical bay. The shadow of the black ship outside the window had obscured everything. The Yamal’s strenuous evasive maneuver had failed. A collision was imminent, and they had to reach the other side before then, or they would be crushed along with the cabin on this side.

    ***

In the steering engine room, everyone stared at the black ship that was coming in covered in rolling snow dust. They could even make out the mottled words on the deck.

“30, 29, 28…” the computer counted monotonously.

That was the countdown to the collision. Rebalco tried everything he could, but according to the analysis of the onboard computer, there was no doubt that they would collide with the ship.

“Please rest assured, if none of us can return to the mainland alive, your compensation will be automatically transferred to your family’s account.” Schneider whispered.

“What a heartwarming employer, still thinking about his employees at this time.” Rebalco sighed.

They did not escape like Caesar and Abbas, because the location of the steering gear room was very special and they could not get far even if they ran. It was better to save some time and pray to God. If they were lucky, the steering gear room would not be destroyed in the collision and everyone could survive. If it was destroyed, everyone would be buried with each other.

Someone tapped Rebalko on the shoulder and said, “Let me try.”

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