Chapter 278 Funeral
Xius sat on the ground, breathing heavily. He looked at Monica, whose breathing was steady, then looked at the starry sky above his head, and couldn't help but reveal a tired smile.
The banshees surrounded Monica and hurriedly carried her aside to take care of her.
The state of the furnace just now was like a powder keg that was about to explode. If Hughes didn't light it, it would do it on its own.
Just a little bit.
If the will of the machine soul really penetrates reality, then it is hard to say what will happen to Zeus. Perhaps it will be cognitive interference and pollution will come again, or perhaps the machine soul will fully awaken and become the next out-of-control god.
Fortunately, I made it in time.
The Crusaders were called back from their respective residences and gathered together to maintain order. It was night time and most of the workers had just finished work. They had been told that the lighting ceremony would be held tomorrow, but were surprised to find that it was actually held today.
After learning that Castel had returned to reality, most people looked incredulous. They stood there in a daze for a long time before they realized what had happened.
The banshees surrounded Monica in three layers inside and outside. With Caster's return, their memories were no longer blank and they remembered everything.
Monica, the little enchantress, everyone's favorite little girl, had to endure so much alone.
It had always been the banshees who had protected her, but now she could save everyone.
Looking at Monica covered in blood, the banshees remembered their previous doubts and precautions, and now they were left with only heartache.
They rarely spoke, but just stood quietly beside Monica, silent and determined.
People came out of the cathedral and various fortifications. They put their guns aside, went outside to breathe the sea breeze and look up at the starry sky.
The tide rolled slowly, the waves broke on the rocks, and just like thousands of years ago, they finally returned to reality.
Many people cried with joy. That night, many people sat outside the house and quietly looked at the starry sky all night.
Xius also put aside his busy work for the time being. After settling Monica, he left some sentinels at key posts and dismissed the rest.
This is what they fought for with their lives.
After calling Alexi and instructing him on the key matters, Hughes stood alone on the top of the church, feeling the tranquility of the night and taking a deep breath of the warm sea breeze.
Although we experienced various twists and turns and encountered unimaginable troubles, we finally managed to survive.
Neither Poseidon nor the Pirate Court were able to destroy Caster.
At the most desperate moment, Hughes even thought about letting this body sink along with the island. The enemy was irresistible, the operations kept failing, and the hope was lost bit by bit. To be honest, Castel was more united than Hughes had imagined. Despite the many difficulties, people never gave up hope and believed in him almost blindly.
From the very beginning, Hughes had been constantly accumulating credibility. Castel was a very small territory with a small number of subjects. He had more choices, but Hughes still insisted on fulfilling his promise even in the most difficult times.
It is precisely for this reason that no matter what the situation is, the people have never abandoned him.
Every time Castel called for conscription, he received the greatest cooperation. In the end, he had almost stuffed most of the labor force into the Crusaders, and people still carried out his orders.
Xiusi himself did not notice that his mentality had quietly changed. The former Lord Xiusi was just a body. It had a higher status and greater value, but Xiusi gave up this body only out of heartache.
Today, the word Castel has a different meaning in his mind.
This is the territory he planned, and it is also the home built by the people of Castel. When Zeus first traveled through time, he just wanted to spread the glory of industry in this world. Now he seems to have some sense of belonging.
There were little lights below. They were the fire moths. They were wearing red robes. They walked out of the church, lit piles of bonfires, and surrounded them to commemorate their deceased companions.
In this war with the deep sea, they lost many companions, and even the chief was sacrificed.
Many Fire Moths joined the Crusaders as political commissars. Amid the waves of monster attacks, they served as the backbone and led the Crusaders to hold the front line.
The soldiers fell into despair countless times, but these political commissars did not. Even in the most difficult times, they remained as firm as before and comforted the soldiers who were in fear and despair.
They are brave, determined, strong, knowledgeable, and unwavering, but in this world they are cultists, and it is a luxury for them to live in peace.
If Zeus had not given them shelter, they would have died in the pursuit of the fire, like moths chasing fire.
Now, at least they can bury their companion.
Beside the bonfire, many people were digging the ground with shovels in the light of the fire. This was the last step of the ceremony to bid farewell to the dead: burial.
Gaia placed the shovel on the ground and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
She was digging a grave for her best friend.
Unlike other graves, this one did not contain a body. Chloe had died in the explosion, and no trace of her body remained.
Gaia simply placed a bouquet of flowers in the grave.
She had just picked it. Castel had already turned into a battlefield. Bullets and monsters had plowed the land over and over again. Gaia had been searching for a long time before she found this.
The flowers are stained with some dirt and blood, and now they will sleep in the grave with her thoughts.
The girl carefully placed the bouquet of flowers on the grave, hesitated for a moment, then took out a letter from her pocket and put it in the grave.
She closed her eyes and stood in front of the grave for a while before filling the soil back in. She looked at the newly leveled ground, bit her lip, and turned away.
The fire moths do not erect tombstones. They are always hunted by the candlelight society. Even if their graves are discovered, their bodies will be dug out. Therefore, their resting places are often inconspicuous, and no one knows what kind of souls are buried underneath.
Not only the fire moths, but people on the island are saying goodbye to their departing companions in various ways.
The night was exceptionally quiet that day, and the silent Castel seemed to have gained more power.
It would be nice if Nora was here, she is a burialist, maybe she knows better how to bid farewell to the dead, Hughes thought suddenly.
She would come back, and as for Count Basil, who had detained her and the refugees, Hughes would personally settle accounts with him.
The airship in the sky was like a blue whale roaming in the air. Its huge body blocked the moonlight and cast a shadow on the ground. It blew the whistle, which was a horn to mourn the dead and also a long cry to awaken the steel giant Castel.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at the giant beast in the night sky.
Hughes' hands clenched the rooftop railing.
Blood Harbor, Tis, the North, the Empire, the Church, prepare to face the most powerful Caster.
(End of this chapter)
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