Chapter 283 The First Battle of the Corrupted Baron
Ten nautical miles northwest of Stee Island, four old three-masted sailing ships were slowly sailing towards Stee Island. The ships had extremely deep drafts and were obviously carrying heavy cargo.
There are countless such ships in the Zhongsunia waters. They were all eliminated by Loen and then sold to the indigenous people here. They used this outdated sailing ship to transport the island's specialties to several large islands, but Such ships usually carry the flag of their own island.
On the sea, every ship must hoist a flag to identify friends and foes. If there is no flag to identify itself, it will not only keep other ships away, but will also be searched and interrogated by Navy and Church of the Storm ships patrolling near the route. , because this often represents pirates.
But the flags of these three-masted sailing ships were all folded, making it impossible to identify their origins.
In the captain's room of the middle ship, Materazzi, with slightly curly hair, was sitting on a chair, his eyes slightly closed, his expression peaceful, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. The ferocious sea snake tattoo between his eyebrows seemed to be moving with his breathing. .
He was bare-chested and had a sea snake tattoo on each arm. It was much larger than the one between his eyebrows, but it didn't give people the feeling that it was squirming or alive. He was an indigenous person from the Rhoside Islands and had dark skin, but he His skin looked extremely rough, not as if it had been exposed to the sea breeze for a long time, but rather like dry and cracked land that lacked enough moisture.
The door to the captain's cabin opened, and a man similar to Materazzi walked in. He was also shirtless, but only had sea snake tattoos on two arms. His skin was rougher, and thin turtles could even be seen. crack.
"There are three hundred and seventy-two in total. Drizzi's ship hasn't arrived yet. Do you want to wait a little longer?" The man stared with red eyes and spoke in a very aggressive tone, as if he was about to rush forward and start a fight at any time.
Materazzi, who was sitting in the chair, didn't seem to hear. He still had his eyes closed and didn't react in any way. However, the sea snake tattoo between his eyebrows seemed to be squirming faster, as if it was trying to break free from the shackles of the skin and come out.
"Your Excellency?" the man asked again.
"Korban, do you want to die?" Matera suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Kurban fiercely with his blood-red eyes, "I can still hold on until the evening, but before noon, if no sacrifice is offered, It’s you who will die.”
"I see."
Kurban lowered his head, turned around and left the captain's cabin.
Materazzi closed his eyes again. Kurban was his nephew and his only relative. He was a very smart guy. It was just the first time he received God's gift that made him lose his ability to think. As long as he experiences it a few more times, he will no longer be able to think. Can get used to it.
There are only three hundred and seventy-two, and fifty of them are used as the price for the gods' gifts. It is getting harder and harder to obtain sacrifices... The damn Loen people! Not only have they taken away our land and wealth, but also our Your faith will all be taken away! You deserve to be robbed by the "King of the Five Seas", but it's a pity that only one frigate was sunk...
As a member of the resistance, Materazzi received news the day before yesterday that "King of the Five Seas" Nast ambushed Roen's armored fleet outside the port of Tiana alone, severely damaging a battleship and sinking another. After successfully escaping from the frigate. However, this news was only spread among the rebels and pirates, and Loen has not reported any relevant news.
Feeling the suppressed anger burning in his heart, he knew he had to make the sacrifice quickly, otherwise he would lose moisture and dissipate in the wind like weathered rocks.
Materazzi clenched his right hand into a fist and looked out the window with his blood-red eyes. The invisible wind whistled around him and went out through the window. This is the power given by God. It's a pity that I only have it temporarily now. I'll sacrifice it later.
By making sacrifices, you might be able to obtain the gift of the high priest and become a true extraordinary person.
Due to the suppression of the Loen people, there are only a few altars to the gods, and there is one here. Unfortunately, the construction of the altar not only takes a lot of time, but also requires the sacred stones in the temple as materials, otherwise there is no need to come here at all.
But this is fine, the Loen Navy will hardly pay attention to this uninhabited island. Although the nearby sacrifices are not as many as those on the Rossed Island, they are enough to complete the sacrifices.
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Outside the woods in the northwest highlands of Ste Island, the young "reader" Jamil Lovelace sat on the ground, surrounded by brown glass bottles containing the blood of ghost foxes. In front of him was a stone made by the stone golem Romit.
On the table, there are ghost fox leg bones that are the size of a baby's palm and ground into one centimeter thick discs, as well as a carving knife for making charms and a quill dipped in blood.
There were pale blue blood stains on his clothes, hands, and face that no longer glowed with fluorescence. He calmly looked at the bone fragments in his hands, which had already been engraved with Hermetic incantations, as well as symbols of knowledge and
The mysterious symbol of the God of Wisdom. He picked up the quill pen in his right hand, dipped the blood in the brown bottle to express his spirituality, and gently applied the blood along the incantations carved on the bone fragments.
Rawls quietly observed from the sidelines. After becoming the Sequence 6 "Corrupted Baron", he gained the ability to see spiritually and could observe the spiritual fluctuations of the spells made by Jamil.
The piece of bone exudes a faint blood color and a glistening green light when it is not smeared with blood, and the two merge with each other to form a whole. According to Jamil's teachings, such a charm has been successful and can be used normally.
But the effect of such a spell is not very good. Under the protection of Romit, Rolls used a spell on Jamil. The feedback was that it was effective, but not powerful. It might be more effective on normal people.
a little.
Jamil, who was not satisfied with this, began to modify it. He mixed the blood of the ghost fox with certain plant powders and flower petals spawned by Romit as ink, and used the spirituality contained in these things to enhance the power of the spell. However,
This experimental process obviously takes a long time and requires mice to participate in the evaluation.
Rawls is the "Corrupted Baron" in Sequence 6. The ability of the spell is made with reference to him, and the effect on him is not obvious at all, while the Stone Golem Romit is a bit more complicated.
The "Stone of Life" in her body gave it some of the abilities of the "Tiller" path, and when Dorothy Lovelace, Jamil's mother, made Romit, she added the "Reader" path and the "
Extraordinary materials related to the "Hunter" path. Coupled with the special nature of the stone golem itself, it is not afraid of spiritual attacks and can even withstand the form of demigod mythical creatures for a while.
The experimental "corruption" spell naturally has no effect on Romit.
The only guinea pig can only be Jamil, but Romit, as the "nanny", disagrees. He can still protect the kind of spell that has little effect on ordinary people, but she will not allow such a spell with unknown power.
Let Jamil try it.
She disagreed. Naturally, Rawls did not dare to accompany Jamil in the experiment, so he could only make it first and find the experimental product later, provided that the spirituality of the spell had not dissipated by then. This low-grade one-time spell has the longest shelf life.
Two weeks.
The blood dipped in the quill filled the last gap, and a special, fascinating, dark power suddenly surged around Jamil, and then quickly disappeared. In "Spiritual Vision", there was a bone fragment as big as the baby's palm.
, exuding strange colors of red, green and blue.
Jamil breathed a sigh of relief and threw the quill on the ground. There were seven or eight quills dipped in blood at his feet to prevent interference with each other. He placed the spell on a piece of paper with words written on it.
It is a plant powder added to the ghost fox's blood. The name and content of the petals were carefully wrapped and thrown into a wooden box on the side.
He stood up, turned to look at Rawls, and raised his chin:
"Would you like to try it once? I probably won't be able to teach you. You can only try to do it yourself."
Rawls' face instantly turned ugly. Jamil had been teaching him the knowledge of making spells from yesterday to today. Unfortunately, he didn't learn it, but in his opinion, this had nothing to do with his IQ. There was a problem with pure teaching.
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Because there were no books, everything had to be dictated by Jamil, but he only said it once and asked Rawls to repeat it completely. Even though he has a good memory, he does not have this ability to "never forget what has been heard".
"You should not be a teacher in the future, or you should only teach 'readers'."
"Why?" Jamil didn't think there was anything wrong with his teaching. This was how his mother taught him.
"Because the 'hunters' will kill you!" Rawls put his right hand across his neck and made a throat-cutting gesture.
"No." Jamil shook his head, "Those 'hunters' are studying seriously in front of the bishops, but they just don't learn fast enough or well enough."
Rawls curled his lips, if they can beat you, will they be willing to learn? Expelled students like Anderson Hood will be taught by the Knowledge Church to write out a stack of paper catalogs. You can imagine how well the other "hunters" lived.
What a tragedy, I'm afraid their talent for provocation was forced out of you.
The stone golem Romit, who had been "laughing" as he watched the two bickering, looked to the northwest as if he was aware of it. Amber light appeared in the eyes representing the holes, and a human figure was reflected in it.
"A ship is coming."
"Really? We're leaving, Romit. Let's catch a few more ghost foxes. I'm afraid we won't have enough in the future." Jamil had a smile on his face and was about to pack his things.
Rawls discovered something was wrong, but he could not see the situation on the sea like Romit, and asked in a deep voice:
"Isn't it the right person to come?"
"There are four boats. They should be indigenous people who believe in Kavituwa. They have disembarked. They came from the woods and they should be here to offer sacrifices." Romit, the stone golem, lowered his head and looked at Jamil with a gentle but gentle voice.
Without losing any decisiveness, he said, "Pack your things and go to the other side. I'll deal with them."
She was not sure whether these people would search the island, nor was she sure what would happen after the sacrifice, so she could only deal with them first.
"Romit, it's me!" Rawls picked up his "Scepter of Power" and looked to the northwest, "I have just been promoted to Sequence 6 and need a battle."
"Are you sure, there must be Extraordinaries among those people? I saw someone who can use the power of wind to push the sails. It should be the 'Wind Roller' from Sequence 6. He also has many helpers."
Rawls frowned slightly, but insisted:
"No problem."
In addition to the "Scepter of Power", he also has the "Iron-Blooded Reaper", which is equivalent to a "1" level sealed object. Moreover, the "Distortion" and "Corrupted Mind" of the "Corrupted Baron" are very suitable for group battles.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements for Jamil to come find you."
Romit "nodded" in agreement. She looked at Jamil who had already packed up her things, and lightly stamped her right foot. The area near the stone table suddenly sank and collapsed, and the overturned mud and rocks were no different from the surrounding land.
Jamil pointed to the northwest with his chin, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"You don't have enough knowledge. You just need to hold them off for a while. Romit will help you."
Rawls heard the dissuasion, walked to him and rubbed his head:
"Little guy, I am a 'lawyer', not a 'reader'. Finding loopholes does not necessarily require knowledge, you can rely on talent."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the forest. The forest is not the sea. It is impossible for a follower of Kavitua to be a "Druyin", right?
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"Hurry, hurry up!"
"Bang~"
"Hurry up, it's your honor for you guys to be sacrifices to God!"
"Quick! Go faster!"
"Bang~"
One after another shouts echoed over the small harbor next to the woods. Eight or nine men holding revolvers and carrying long guns waved their whips and whipped the people whose hands were tied in a string. From time to time, they would also fire.
Gun intimidation.
Among this group of people were indigenous people, as well as people from the Southern Continent with brown skin. There were also a lot of people dressed up like Roen, Intis, and Feysac. They had their heads lowered, their faces were pale, and their expressions were panicked and dispirited. They were whipping
Urged by the sound of gunshots, he walked toward the woods.
Often someone's legs would weaken or their feet would slip and fall to the ground, and then a series of people would be dragged down and fall, but all they got in return was whipping. They did not resist, and seemed to have no pain, and got up indifferently.
, lower your head and keep moving forward.
Death is liberation for them!
The experiences of these two days made them feel as if they were experiencing a nightmare, from which only death could wake them up.
Materazzi didn't care what these people thought. He looked towards the altar with his blood-red eyes and prayed devoutly in a low voice:
"Great Kavitua, your devout believer Materazzi will offer sacrifices to you."
Behind him, believers who also had tattoos surrounded him and prayed in low voices.
After the prayer, Materazzi looked at his companions behind him. Each of them had dry skin, with cracks looming. He said nothing more, made a departure gesture and walked towards the forest.
In the woods, Rawls hid quietly behind a tree, watching the crowd with their hands bound and held in strings being driven towards the altar, his eyes filled with disgust.
Whether in the past life or in this life, this kind of bloody and barbaric belief is disgusted and spurned by civilized society.
A dozen or so gun-wielding indigenous people are easy for the "Corrupted Baron" to deal with. Only guns with extraordinary characteristics, high-pressure steam rifles, and six-barreled machine guns can threaten him.
His trouble is the aborigines with tattoos. The man with the sea snake tattoo between his eyebrows should be the "Windwinder", but their condition seems a bit strange? Are they short of water?