Chapter 290 Heart Spear Shooting into the Sky!
On the beach on the northern coast, the sun is shining brightly, the calm sea waves are rolling with fish-scale ripples, and a fishy and salty smell emerges from under the waves.
Everything is the same as before.
One cannot help but wonder whether the "catastrophe" in those three days will really come.
However, with the attitude of preferring to believe what is there rather than what is not, Teach still obeyed the Demon King's will honestly, and together with the other players, he packed up the rags in Deadwood Port and prepared to move to the Sun Staircase Mountains...
I think the master had already planned it, so there was no major repairs or construction in Deadwood Port. The only fortress was just a wall, and it was chosen on the nearby hills with higher terrain.
The last bag of luggage was stuffed into the wooden box, and Teach, who was wearing a captain's hat, dragged it to the muddy ground by the beach with a belt, and then threw it onto the steam trailer parked there.
This kind of "carriage with a chimney on top" is one of the novel magic tools in the necropolis. It is said to be called a tractor and can pull anything.
Ti Qi doesn't know much about magic and doesn't understand its principles. He only knows that this thing is similar to the thing on the steamer, except that it doesn't swim in the water, but runs on the ground.
After noticing the movement in the car, the dazed skeleton sitting at the front of the car woke up instantly and shouted mechanically behind him.
"100 Hades Coins!"
"Record it to the Demon King's account."
This guy is a servant of the Demon King's servant. He is just a summoned object without a soul. There is no need for him to be polite to this guy.
Ti Qi responded casually, and then knocked hard on the carriage, making a banging sound, indicating that it could get out.
It seems that he received the mission reward for his master.
The skeleton silently activated the magic circle and ignited the boiler. Holding the operating lever and steering wheel, he headed towards the path leading to the mountain.
Watching the crooked ruts spreading toward the mountain, Teach doubted whether this cumbersome machine could deliver his luggage safely.
It doesn’t matter.
Anyway, there is nothing valuable there, such as gold, emeralds, gems and other treasures. The adult has already sent them to the necropolis using a teleportation array.
After finishing everything, Teach did not leave immediately, but returned to the seaside, intending to say goodbye to his "tavern".
The broken cabin is like a whale stranded on the beach, and the wooden hull is close to rotting under the blowing of the sea wind. The deck was covered with graffiti and altered price lists, and there was a playing card leaning on the table made of wine barrels that had not been collected in time.
Hooking up the sail to cover the sun, Teach sat on the wooden box next to the door, squeezed out the last few drops of cloudy rum from the tilted barrel, poured it into a cup, and drank a drink with the leaky door panel.
「Cheers!」
He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and then threw the glass in his hand to the beach with rolling waves not far away.
Finally I have to say goodbye.
He hated this broken ship.
If he hadn’t bought this thing in the first place, if he hadn’t believed in the nonsense that spreading faith can improve one’s soul, and if he hadn’t believed in the bullshit propaganda that gold is everywhere in the colonies, he would probably be lying in a luxurious manor, sleeping on the laps of maids, enjoying black tea with milk or milk with red wine... He would not have become the devil king’s dog in a daze.
Okay.
The last thing is actually not that bad.
Moreover, although he hated the bad luck this broken ship had brought to him, it happened to be the ship that accompanied him through the most difficult period.
It seems too extreme to put all the problems on a guy who can't speak. After all, it's him who makes the choice... because of the greed in his heart.
When he thought about parting with this guy, he actually felt a trace of reluctance in his heart.
"Is there any more?" The voice from behind interrupted Tiqi's thoughts. The latter subconsciously turned around and saw Lumil walking towards him.
"No, just the last drop."
"I mean your luggage." Lumir pointed to the bar of the tavern.
…"I'm talking about the luggage, it's all in the car."
Teach coughed dryly to cover up his embarrassment.
At this moment, he suddenly noticed that the temperament of the old acquaintance standing in front of him seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.
Especially those eyes.
Compared with a month ago, the greenness in his eyes has obviously faded away, just like polished lapis lazuli.
This guy was not like this a month ago.
Although he was ferocious, cunning, and difficult to deal with at that time...but that level of cunning was more like the viciousness of the villains in the slums, rather than like now, like an experienced and proven explorer.
If he faced him again, I might not be able to suppress him so easily with force alone...
Seeing Teach staring directly at him, Lumil cast a questioning look at him.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No..." Tiqi shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Speaking of which, I haven't seen anything recently, what have you been doing lately?"
lumil did not hide it, and said frankly.
"The Lord Demon King arranged for me to go to the settlements of various tribes to investigate their living habits and population, paving the way for subsequent missionary work. The Lord said that the temple of the necropolis should be built in every tribe and every tent area in every village, so that the power of the necropolis can form a new condensation core at the grassroots level to replace the old belief."
Tiqi grinned.
"That's probably not a small expense."
Humiel placed his right hand on his chest religiously, Lumil said calmly.
After all, even in a holy city, it is impossible to build so many churches.
But at this time, he noticed other unusual things from Lumil and spoke subconsciously.
"Has your soul been upgraded?"
Lumir nodded.
He remembered that this guy showed black iron level strength soon after the Demon King's army arrived, and was then sent to perform a mission in the forest.
In this way, this guy should have bronze level strength now!
This level is not impressive for nobles, but it is basically the pinnacle of most ordinary people. It is a level that will get the "attention" of gods. In other words, it is the kind of organization.
As long as there is no accident like dying in the maze, or getting lost in the depths of the sea like myself, there is a high probability that you can re-enter reincarnation and get good arrangements in the next life.
For example, being reborn into a wealthy family, becoming the illegitimate son of a great nobleman, or becoming the "unplanned child" of a country baron, or even getting the chance to inherit a title and territory. And even if none of these good things happen, you can still get ahead by becoming an adventurer.
This guy is a mastermind!
Looking at Tikki with an envious look on his face, Lumil knew what he was thinking, and a playful smile couldn't help but appear on his serious face.
Ti Qi swallowed. Although he didn't completely believe in this tempting pie, his eyes still shone with anticipation.
What should I do?
He asked Lumir with his eyes, trying to find clues from that pious face to get a way to please the devil.
Having seen through his heartbeat, Lumil continued.
"You don't have to worry, Lord Demon King will arrange a new job for you... For a person as capable as you, even if you want to die on the beach, he won't allow it."
"Great..." Tiqi grinned and said with bright eyes, "I'm almost idle on this beach... Tell me, what does that master need me to do."
He endured the humiliation and became a nominal tavern owner in this hellish place, doing the job of collecting rags, wasn't it just for this moment?
Now His Majesty the Demon King has finally noticed his value!
He can't wait to show off his talents!
As long as he doesn’t go to hell, he will do anything!
Looking at Teach who was eager to try, Lumil smiled slightly and said.
…?
The air was subtly quiet for a while, leaving only the sound of the sea breeze blowing across the wooden planks, and the sound of seagulls calling from time to time.
Looking at Lumil who said those words seriously, Teach was completely stunned and lost his words for a moment.
Going on a mission to the empire?
"Me on a mission to the empire? Me?! Are you serious?!"
"And me."
"Then it's even worse!" Teach hugged his head in pain, as if the rope had been wrapped around his neck, "We will hang ourselves in the port!"
Looking at the desperate-looking captain, Lumir asked calmly.
"Demon King, but no one knows, right?" Looking at Tikki who looked desperate and complaining, Lumir was extremely calm and continued in a coherent manner, "I have been to Port Sardo before, drank with the guards there, bought prisoners of war from them and sent them back to hell, using coins with the emperor's image and the emblem of Saint Sith printed on them... But I am still here talking to you, and no one has noticed me."
"Compare the mainland of the empire with the colonies..." Teach murmured to himself, "Do you know how many clergy there are there?"
Although the churches there are not built in every village, the faith of Saint Sith definitely covers every inch of the empire.
Once their identity is exposed, they will definitely die without burial!
lumil said with a faint smile.
"We are not going back as the devil's envoys, nor are we driving your broken pirate ship. Instead, we are asking you to take the gold and gems plundered from Assam City and return home in glory on a luxurious ship produced by the Thunder City Shipyard." r/> "It's not like the word "Servant of the Demon King" is written on your face. It's because you regard the empire too sacred... Even a holy city is just a city. The people living there are just a group of people, not gods."
Looking at the stunned Teach, Lumir smiled faintly and continued meaningfully.
"Moreover, if that place is really as sacred as you imagine, where did those traitors who sold their souls to demons and even Chaos again and again come from?"
Ti Qi’s eyebrows twitched and he said in a hoarse voice.
"But they were all hanged..."
"Yes, but if you have dealt with creatures like cockroaches, you should know that the bugs you trample to death will always be just the tip of the iceberg in the house."
Looking at the speechless Teach, Lumir withdrew his gaze from him and looked at the sea not far away.
The waves washing up on the beach are still calm, just like the oil painting flowing on the canvas. However, the more so, the more powerful the storm hidden under the undercurrent is.
"The Demon King did not ask us to set off immediately. We have enough time to prepare...or, if you are afraid, you can withdraw."
Leaving behind Tiqi who looked confused and hesitant, Lumil turned around alone and walked towards the forest at the edge of the beach.
This time things have really changed.
The waves washing up on the beach gradually turned into huge waves more than ten meters high, and the strong wind whistling among the Sun Staircase Mountains was like the endless roar of a dragon. The land of seven million square kilometers is like an isolated island standing in the storm, bearing the bite of the turbulence blowing from the subspace.
No one doubts.
All that is left is to pray silently.
In the central desert, at the camp of the Sandridge Tribe, the curled-tailed Lizardmen of the Sandridge Tribe were hurriedly running to move the last supplies underground.
The yellow sand in the sky rises from the ground, blowing into clouds that cover the sky and the sun. The cold wind is like a dancing blade, as if it wants to split the entire earth.
The dazzling sun has completely disappeared, leaving only a trace of bloody residual light, shining on the tightly packed tents and bare stone houses.
There are only a few hours left before the "Three Days Agreement", and the collapse of the great barrier seems to come earlier than the time declared by the Demon King.
The priest of the Sand Ridge clan looked up at the sky, his turbid pupils reflected the whistling yellow sand, and his lips trembled slightly.
It’s too similar...
The scene reflected in her pupils at this moment is exactly the same as the catastrophe engraved on the mural a thousand years ago!
"Your Majesty, the Demon King..."
Is this your power?
Deeply impressed by this coercion, she prayed silently in her heart.
No one knows.
That is not the power of the Demon King.
It is not anyone’s power.
But everyone.
The teleportation array outside the camp shimmered, and then a faint green light flashed, and a golden figure quickly appeared on the teleportation array.
As soon as Ashemata Hamaka appeared, she raised her hands to cover the strong wind that was flying sand and rocks in front of her, and her robes were blown by the wind.
She turned her eyes and quickly looked across the boiling sand to see General Kasa, who was running in the camp directing the tribesmen to evacuate.
At this moment, she was waving the bronze scimitar in her hand, leading the migration team with the elite warriors of her clan to the underground passage on the south side of the sand dune.
"Water bladders take priority! There's also fuel! We have to spend at least seven days underground, possibly longer! The Demon King will support us, but we can't always count on others to help!"
"Fourth Search Team! Check the camp again, there is a mother who can't find her eggs! Move quickly!!"
"Kasa, General."
Kasa immediately turned around when he heard the sound. When he saw it was the clan mother, he immediately knelt down on one knee and said.
"Mother of the Clan! You are back safely, I almost sent someone to find you——"
"No need to be polite, get up, and then tell me how the evacuation is going? No one is lost, right?" Essemata asked directly before she got up.
"Everything is going according to plan! The main force and the tribesmen have entered the underground refuge passage. Except for a few careless guys who lost the eggs, there are no omissions! The current camp is full of troops responsible for finishing, and only the last two formations are still loading supplies - it will be completed in a quarter of an hour at most!"
Kasa stood up and pressed the hood on her head hard, and the sand dust made her leather armor creak.
Before she could finish her words, a flash of thunder suddenly lit up in the sky, tearing apart the black clouds in an instant, followed by an explosion that shook the sky and the earth, making her chest tremble and her heart and soul tremble.
Kasa raised his head suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a gleam of fear appeared in his resolute pupils involuntarily.
She asked herself that she was not afraid of anyone. Even if she was outnumbered, she still dared to chase and kill the hundred thousand troops of the Holy Armored Dragon Kingdom.
But the pressure coming from the sky is not the power of a mortal after all...
She felt it.
A terrifying existence is watching them.
"Mother of the Clan...Is this...is this really the power of the Demon King?" Kasa said tremblingly after swallowing hard.
Essemata raised her head and stared at the sky torn by lightning. There was confusion and panic in her eyes...but in the end, it turned into awe, piety, and finally peace.
"Yes, Kasa... that is the power of the Demon King."
She withdrew her gaze from the sky, looked at the fearful general, and said in a voice of majesty rather than awe.
"But there is no need to be afraid!"
"His roar is to break the shackles that have been around our necks for thousands of years, and lead us out of the swaddling clothes given to us by the Dragon God."
The howling wind became more and more violent.
Aiselmata closed her eyes, clasped her paws together and hugged her tightly, with an unprecedented piety on her face, praying like a fanatical believer.
"At this moment, we only need to offer our prayers to Him——"
Our new life will come after the baptism of the storm!"
...
There is a strong wind on the surface.
It is also deafening underground!
The solid granite wall trembled restlessly, and the lizard people huddled in the corner closed their eyes and prayed silently.
Looking up at the trembling dome, an Ankylosaurus priest looked at Zel Tua next to him and said in a trembling voice.
"Lord Zell... the barrier seems to have been really shaken! We, our world is collapsing, I seem to hear the wail of the Dragon God!"
This is of course an interpretation.
But if everyone thinks so, then the "end of the world" may really come.
"Maybe that's not a wail, but a blessing."
By the dim candlelight, Zell silently raised his head and glanced at the dark dome, a bitter smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he sighed.
The people of the Windhowl Tribe have left Thunder Bluff, where they have lived for generations.
Those figures who once stood proudly over the mountains and soared over the cliffs can now only huddle in the depths of the caves, relying on each other with other tribes from near the Sun Staircase Mountains, and enduring the endless suffering together.
Standing at the entrance of the cave with his wings folded, looking at the sky filled with dark clouds, there was a hint of fear in Ulga's eyes.
Will this really end?
Or...
The world will completely collapse at this moment, and this dark and eternal night will become the end of all of them - as the gods' punishment for breaking the contract and trusting outsiders.
The rolling thunder was like a battle ax that broke the shackles, and it was also like the unwilling roar of the old god, which made him lose his way for a while.
After all, it was not just the barrier that divided the earth that collapsed, but also the barrier in his heart—and the load-bearing wall that housed the unstable spirit of the Windhowler clan.
Him He has soared in the storm countless times, facing the roaring thunderclouds and the test of Ouranos, but he has never been so frightened and confused about the future as he is now.
"It will be over."
As if she had seen through what he was thinking, Uyana, the prophet of the Tide Clan, walked behind him and said in a soft tone.
"There is no storm that never stops, nor is there a tide that only rises and never sets."
Ulga glanced at her sideways, quickly reduced the timidity in his pupils, and raised an arrogant and forced sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"Did Poseidon tell you?"
Uyana shook her head, her fins swayed slightly like butterfly wings, and she cast her sights into the distance outside the cave.
"Poseidon never tells us where the fish schools are and where the ocean currents will take us. But we still believe that He will take us to where we are going... Because the power of belief allows us to keep looking. Even if the storm does not end on the seventh day, it will end on the eighth or ninth day. "
Urga said with a smile.
"This is not like what should come out of a prophet's mouth."
Uyana smiled slightly.
"Perhaps, but I think... this is the greatest role of the prophet. After all, we are not gods in the sky, but we can unite together in the name of the gods so that we will not fall on the eighth day."
Urga was slightly dumb and looked at her in astonishment.
Speaking of which, he had not noticed it before, and it was only now that he realized that the Tide Clan also seemed to have wings...
That was not unique to the Fenghou Clan.
Looking at Ulga who was silent, Wuyana changed the topic.
"Just now a child asked me, he said... I want to exchange fish for something with you."
"In exchange for what."
"Information about fish schools. You can see very far away when you fly in the sky... He wants to share his prey with you, as long as you can lead him to find more."
Ulga glanced at her, looked away, and looked at the black clouds outside the cave.
I have no objections;
“Then let us pray for the future together.”
…
On the ruins of Assam city.
Holding the dragon egg in his arms, Luo Yan sat on Arakedo's back, letting the wild air flow ruffle his bangs and blow his cloak.
Looking at the changing sky, he couldn't help but smile.
"Sure enough, I guessed it right."
The dragon egg in his hand was faintly hot, as if in response to his declaration of victory.
Yuyou, who was floating next to Luo Yan, was also looking up at the strange image in the sky and sighed softly.
“It’s really scary, the collective prayer of a group of lizards can actually cut off a continent... If everyone fantasized about the destruction of the world, wouldn’t the planet be torn apart?”
Luo Yan smiled.
"This question is very interesting. All atoms are in endless motion, but have you seen the dragon egg in my hand crack?"
Although the power of "people's thoughts" is terrifying, most of the time this power is in a dynamic balance.
The wishes of "people who want sunny weather" and "people who want rain" will cancel each other out, and this is just a difference in one direction.
People think about more than just the weather every day, and any thought diluted in twenty-four hours will become worthless.
Unless there is a strong belief that can unite everyone's ideas, work hard in the same direction, and eliminate all obstructive forces.
Just like the Dragon God used the lizard people's fear of the outside world to seal the continent of Janna, Saint Sith used people's fear of death to knock down Hades. In essence, they use the same principle.
Including at this moment, he used the knowledge he absorbed from Gutafu's diary to forge the "Spear of the Soul" that belongs to all the lizard people in the Janna continent...
It is also based on the same power!
Isn’t this more than breaking off some demigod cow?
Just when Luo Yan was immersed in the transcendent joy, a long voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Luo Yan's thoughts.
"Lord Demon King..."
That voice was filled with a hint of surprise, which made Luo Yan unconsciously retract his gaze from the air and look sideways at the air beside him.
It whispered.
"The egg in your hand seems to have really cracked..."