Chapter 266 Let him burn himself!
Is it ok?
It seems impossible. Chloe said that the pirate king is no longer vulnerable to any mundane harm. Even if he is thrown into a furnace, he will not be burned to death. Besides, they may not have such a big furnace.
Hmm? There seems to be one. Isn't the Castel Cathedral built on an extremely huge furnace?
Even if it's not big enough, you can always build a bigger one.
Somehow, the idea of "burning the Pirate King as pollution" lingered in Zeus' mind, and his brain was spinning frantically, trying to find a solution.
That's the pollution of the entire Ocean of Storms. If it can be used as fuel, wouldn't Castel never lack fuel again?
For quite a long time, Castel had been troubled by the problem of fuel. Although there were so many trees on the island, it did not produce coal. Hughes had to try his best to find fuel.
It was not easy to find pollution as a substitute, but once the pirate king died, would there be no pollution under the Storm Ocean in the future? What would Castel burn without pollution? How could it industrialize without fuel? Castel's rapid development now was inseparable from the corpses of the fishmen and the arm monsters. The pollution they turned into was like the blood of industry, giving this steel giant an inexhaustible production capacity.
But now they say that this fuel is running out? No, I can't let the Pirate King die like this, absolutely not! Hughes thought with gritted teeth.
Hughes paced around the room in circles until dawn, when he suddenly stopped.
At this moment his eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was very excited.
Hughes rushed to the table, grabbed the diary, cut his hand and wrote on it:
【Chloe, I have an immature idea.】
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You, you say
[The Pirate King can't be harmed, right? ]
Yes, nothing in the world can hurt him anymore.
【Can he hurt himself? 】
〖？〗
[Look, isn't the Pirate King the flesh and blood of the Sea God, and Monica is the Sea God's soul. ]
[Suppose I build a very, very, very large steam engine, put the Pirate King inside it, and then let Monica use the soul of the sea god to summon a machine spirit or a noisy one.]
[Isn't that the equivalent of the Pirate King burning himself? ]
[If others can't hurt him, it's ok for him to hurt himself, right? ]
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Chloe didn't reply, but Hughes felt that the diary seemed to be trembling slightly.
This should be approval, right? Sure enough, she also agreed with my idea, and Xiu Si nodded with relief.
[Theoretically, it seems possible]
A few days later, Castell Island.
The sunlight was so blinding that Kyle sat down on a rock and fanned himself with his hat.
"Captain Kyle, how long do you think we'll have to patrol like this?"
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
Kyle glared at the man unhappily.
Due to his good performance in the battle against the murlocs, Kyle was given the position of team leader. Although the sea water has receded recently, there are still occasional murlocs coming up, so the Crusaders arranged some people to patrol every day.
Kyle didn't want to patrol. He wanted to go back to the factory. Even though it was hot and noisy there and the work was not easy, it always made him feel relaxed.
He didn't know why, but the more people he got to know, the more he liked those steel machines.
Kyle told Alexei his idea. The chief clerk of the Skitarii sent his former political commissar to persuade him. Kyle talked with the political commissar for a long time, and finally Kyle agreed to stay in the Skitarii in a daze.
Damn, I should have been more determined back then, and I wouldn’t be sitting here in the sun now.
Kyle looked at the sea water in the distance that was almost out of sight and sighed.
It is said that these Crusaders were originally going to the Pirate King's Court to fight a huge monster, but were stopped for some reason.
Kyle would say that patrolling all day is boring and would be better off fighting monsters.
Of course, Kyle was just thinking about it. Although he had experienced war, he was still very timid.
It's just that sometimes you have to stand up.
"Captain, is that a monster over there?"
Kyle jumped up from the stone with a start, turned around and picked up the bolt-action rifle next to him, then looked at the place where the man was pointing.
Far away, there was a small black dot. He took a few deep breaths and squinted his eyes to look at it.
Hmm, it looks a bit like a murloc?
Kyle was not too sure. He looked around and saw that everything was quiet. There was also a plain near the black shadow and there was no movement.
Do you want to go over and take a look?
Kyle hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go and take a look."
The sea water has now completely receded, not to mention Castel, even the seabed outside the island has been exposed.
The banshees cleared the webway again, and all Kyle had to do was blow the warning whistle, and the nearest banshee would arrive within two minutes.
And judging from the size of the monster, it doesn't look like an arm monster at all. As for the murlocs, Kyle has killed countless of them, so it shouldn't be too dangerous to go over and take a look.
The patrol team moved over cautiously and stopped about fifty meters away.
"Captain Kyle."
Several patrol members looked at Kyle with strange expressions.
It was indeed a murloc, but its condition was very strange.
The fishman was not injured, but his condition was obviously not very good, with wrinkled and cracked skin.
It looked like... a dried and cracked fish? It was lying on the ground, half dead. When it saw the arrival of several people, it rushed over with fierce eyes and a strange cry.
Crawling and rushing over.
That's slower than Kyle's walk.
Several members of the patrol team looked at Kyle hesitantly, not knowing how to deal with the situation.
This was the first time they saw a murloc in such a strange state. They had seen many injured murlocs, but they had never seen one like this one, which was not injured but half-dead.
Is he sick? Kyle hesitated for a moment, and instead of raising his gun, he picked up the brass whistle hanging around his neck and blew it.
This is a warning whistle.
Several members of the patrol team were a little surprised. This fishman obviously posed no threat, so why did the captain blow the whistle?
Soon, a sound of metal friction was heard, and a banshee wearing heavy armor and carrying a steam rifle appeared in the distance. Her figure quickly enlarged, and she arrived in front of the few people in almost an instant.
The soldiers on patrol all took a step back. They had never been on the battlefield before. Although they had come into contact with Banshees before and had seen the fighting figures of Banshees from afar, the shock of facing the charge of a heavily armored Banshee was indescribable.
(End of this chapter)
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