The ship's doctor roughly cut open the wound and extracted the bullet, performing hemostasis and suturing on Lancelot. In this situation, that was all they could do. Lancelot didn't mind; he injected himself with a shot of Florun Potion, stood up again, and took command of the scene.
"Demons are crawling in along the damaged areas!"
Someone shouted in the pouring rain, followed by the sound of intense gunfire from the cabin.
"Notify them! Abandon other areas, defend the engine room!"
Lancelot shouted at the soldiers. As long as the engine room didn't fall, the Horned Whale could keep moving forward. Under these circumstances, nothing else mattered; escaping this storm was the top priority.
