Chapter 290: The heart spear shooting into the sky!
The sun is shining brightly on the beach on the northern coast. The calm sea tide is rolling with fish-scale-like ripples, and a fishy and salty smell is surging under the waves.
Everything is the same as before.
One can’t help but wonder whether the “catastrophe” three days later will really come.
However, with the attitude of "better to believe it than not to believe it", Teach still obediently followed the will of the Demon King and picked up the rubbish in Deadwood Harbor with other players, preparing to move to the Stairway to the Sun Mountains...
I think the lord had planned it long ago, so there was no major renovation on Deadwood Harbor. The only fortress was just a wall, and it was located on a nearby high hill.
Stuffing the last bag into a wooden box, Teach, wearing a captain's hat, hauled it with a belt to the muddy ground beside the beach and threw it onto the steam trailer parked there.
This "carriage with a chimney on top" is one of the new magical devices in the cemetery. It is said to be called a tractor and can pull anything.
Teach didn't know much about magic and didn't understand the principles behind it. He only knew that this thing was similar to the one on a steamship, except that it ran on the ground instead of swimming in the water.
Noticing the movement in the car, the dazed skeleton sitting in the front of the car woke up instantly and mechanically shouted to the person behind him.
"100 ghost money!"
"Put it on the Demon King's account."
This guy is the servant of the Demon King's servant, just a summoned creature without a soul. There is no need for him to be polite to him.
Teach responded casually, then knocked hard on the carriage, making a banging sound, indicating that it could go away.
It seemed that he had received the mission reward on behalf of his master.
The skeleton silently activated the magic circle and ignited the boiler, then held the operating lever and steering wheel and headed towards the path leading to the mountain.
Watching the crooked ruts spreading up the mountain, Teach doubted whether this bulky machine could deliver his luggage safely.
But it doesn't matter.
Anyway, there is nothing valuable in there, such as treasures like gold, jade, and gems. That adult had already sent them to the cemetery using the teleportation array.
After finishing everything, Teach did not leave immediately, but returned to the beach, intending to say goodbye to his "tavern".
The dilapidated cabin looked like a whale stranded on the beach, the wooden hull almost rotted under the sea breeze. The deck was covered with graffiti and altered price lists, and a poker card that had not been collected was tilted on the table made of wine barrels.
After raising the sail to protect the boat from the sun, Teach sat on the wooden box by the door, squeezed the last few drops of turbid rum from the tilted barrel into a glass, and drank it with the leaky door panel.
"cheers!"
He tilted his head back and drank the wine in the glass, then threw the glass in his hand hard onto the beach not far away where the waves were rolling.
It's finally time to say goodbye.
He hated this damned ship.
If he hadn't bought this thing in the first place, if he hadn't believed the nonsense that spreading faith could elevate the soul, if he hadn't believed the bullshit propaganda that there was gold everywhere in the colonies, he would probably be lying in a luxurious manor now, sleeping on the laps of maids, enjoying black tea with milk or milk with red wine... He would never have become the Demon King's dog in a daze.
All right.
That last thing isn't actually that bad.
Moreover, although he hated the misfortune that this broken ship brought to him, it was the ship that accompanied him through the most difficult period.
It seems too extreme to push all the problems onto a guy who can't speak. After all, it is he who makes the choice... because of the greed in his heart.
Thinking about parting with this guy, he actually felt a little reluctant in his heart.
"Anything else?" The voice from behind interrupted Teach's thoughts. He turned back subconsciously and saw Lumir walking towards him.
"No more. That was the last drop."
"I mean your luggage." Lumire pointed to the bar in the tavern.
"…I'm talking about the luggage. It's all in the car."
Tikki coughed dryly to hide his embarrassment.
And at this moment, he suddenly noticed that the temperament of the old acquaintance standing in front of him seemed to have undergone a drastic change.
Especially those eyes.
Compared with a month ago, the immaturity in his eyes has obviously faded, just like lapis lazuli after being polished.
This guy wasn't like this a month ago.
Although he was also vicious, cunning and difficult to deal with at that time...but that level of cunning was more like the thugs in the slums, not like now, like an experienced and well-tested explorer.
If we meet again, I'm afraid it won't be that easy to suppress him with force alone...
Seeing that Teach was staring at him, Lumir gave him a questioning look.
"What's the matter?"
"No..." Tiqi shook his head and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he couldn't help asking, "Come to think of it, why haven't I seen you recently? What have you been doing recently?"
Lumire did not hide anything and spoke frankly.
"The Demon King arranged for me to go to the settlements of various tribes to investigate their living habits and population numbers, paving the way for future missionary work. The Lord said that the temple of the Great Cemetery should be built in every tribe and every tent area of every village, so that the power of the Great Cemetery can form a new condensation nucleus at the grassroots level and replace the old beliefs."
Tikki grinned.
"That would be a lot of money, I'm afraid."
Placing his right hand on his chest devoutly, Lumire spoke in a calm tone.
"He has his own way."
Teach didn't comment on his statement.
After all, even if it is a holy city, it is impossible to build so many churches.
But at this time, he noticed something else unusual about Lumire and spoke subconsciously.
"Has your soul been elevated?"
Lumiel nodded.
"Yes."
"...Damn, I knew it, this is indeed the reason," Teach sighed. He suddenly realized the change in Lumir and couldn't help but reveal envy in his eyes.
He remembered that this guy showed Black Iron-level strength shortly after the Demon King's army arrived, and was then sent to the forest to carry out a mission.
In this case, this guy should now have bronze-level strength!
This level is not impressive enough for nobles, but it is basically the pinnacle of most ordinary people. It is a level that will get the "attention" of the gods. In other words, it is a level that has a regular position.
As long as there is no accident like dying in the maze or getting lost in the deep sea like myself, there is a high probability that you will be able to reincarnate and get a good arrangement in the next life.
For example, being born into a wealthy family, becoming the illegitimate child of a noble, or becoming the "unplanned child" of a country baron, or even having the opportunity to inherit a title and territory. Even if none of these good things happened, being an adventurer could still help you stand out.
This guy has made it big! Looking at the envious Teach, Lumier knew what he was thinking, and a playful smile appeared on his serious face.
"The Demon King never mistreats his subordinates. As long as you show your loyalty to him and contribute to the Great Cemetery... you will be promoted by him."
"Even me?"
"Even you."
Teach swallowed, and although he didn't completely believe the tempting pie, there was still a gleam of anticipation in his eyes.
What should I do? He questioned Lumire with his eyes, trying to find clues from that pious face and find a way to please the devil.
Seeing through his excitement, Lumire continued.
"You don't have to worry. The Demon King will arrange a new job for you... For someone as capable as you, he won't allow you to rot on the beach even if you want to."
"Great..." Tikki grinned and said with a bright look in his eyes, "I'm almost bored on this beach... Tell me, what does that adult need me to do?"
Wasn't it just for this moment that he endured the humiliation and worked as a nominal tavern owner in this damn place, doing the job of a rag collector?
Now the Demon King has finally noticed his value! He can't wait to show off his skills!
As long as he doesn't go to hell, he will do anything!
Looking at Teach who was eager to try, Lumir smiled and spoke.
"To the Empire."
"……?"
The air was subtly quiet for a while, leaving only the whistling sound of the sea breeze blowing across the wooden boards and the occasional cry of a seagull.
Looking at Lumir who said that seriously, Teach was stunned and speechless for a moment.
An envoy to the Empire?
"A diplomatic mission to the Empire? Me?! Are you serious?!"
"And me."
"That's even worse!" Teach held his head in pain, as if a rope had been put around his neck. "We will be hanged together in the harbor!"
Looking at the desperate captain, Lumire asked calmly.
"Why?"
"Why? You actually ask me? Is there even a need to ask this? Think about who you belong to?!" Looking at this unconscious guy, Teach couldn't help but start to wonder if this guy's brain was damaged by the devil.
"Demon King, but no one knows, right?" Looking at Teach who was complaining in despair, Lumire was unusually calm and continued clearly, "I have been to Sardo Port before, drank with the guards there, bought prisoners of war from them and sent them back to Hell, using coins printed with the portrait of the Imperial Emperor and the emblem of Saint Sith... But I am still here talking to you, and no one has noticed me."
"Compare the mainland of the empire with the colonies..." Teach muttered to himself, "Do you know how many clergy there are there?"
Although churches were not built in every village, the faith of Saint Sith definitely covered every inch of land in the empire.
Once their identities are exposed, they will definitely die without a burial place! Lumier said with a faint smile.
"We are not going back as the devil's messenger, nor are we going back in your broken pirate ship. Instead, we want you to return home in glory, taking with you the gold and gems looted from Assam City and driving a luxurious ship built by the Thunder City Shipyard."
Tiqi: "You think it's too simple!"
"The word 'servant of the devil' is not written on your face. You think the empire is too sacred... Even if it is a holy city, it is just a city. The people living there are just a group of people, not gods."
Looking at the stunned Tiqi, Lumir smiled faintly and continued meaningfully.
"Besides, if it is really as sacred as you think, where did those traitors who repeatedly sold their souls to demons and even chaos come from?"
Tikki's brow twitched and he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"But they were all hanged..."
"Yes, but if you have ever dealt with creatures like cockroaches, you should know that the bugs you step on are always 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 the beach are still calm, like an oil painting flowing on canvas. However, the more so, the more it shows that the storm hidden beneath the undercurrent is more powerful.
"The Demon King didn't ask us to leave immediately. We have enough time to prepare... Or, if you are afraid, you can withdraw."
Leaving behind Teach, who was in a tangled and hesitant state, Lumir turned around and walked towards the forest at the edge of the beach.
“Things are going to change.”
"We should go now."
…
The sky has changed.
This time it really changed.
The waves washing the beach gradually turned into huge waves more than ten meters high, and the howling winds in the Stairway to the Sun Mountains were like the roar of a dragon. The seven million square kilometers of land were like an isolated island standing in the storm, bearing the bite of the turbulent currents blowing from the subspace.
No one doubted it.
All that was left was silent prayer.
In the central desert, at the Sand Ridge tribe's camp, the Sand Ridge lizardmen with their curled tails were running hurriedly, moving the last bit of supplies underground.
Yellow sand rose from the ground and turned into clouds that covered the sky. The cold wind was like a dancing blade, as if it was going to cut the entire earth apart.
The dazzling sun had completely disappeared, leaving only a trace of blood-red afterglow, sprinkling on the tightly folded tents and the bare stone houses.
There are only a few hours left until the "Three-Day Agreement", and the collapse of the great barrier seems to come earlier than the Demon King's declaration.
The priest of the Sand Ridge tribe looked up at the sky, his cloudy pupils reflected the whistling yellow sand, and his lips trembled slightly.
So similar...
The scene reflected in her pupils at this moment was exactly the same as the catastrophe carved on the mural a thousand years ago! "My Lord Demon..."
Is this your power?
Deeply overwhelmed by the pressure, she prayed silently in her heart.
Nobody knows.
That is not the power of the Demon King.
It's not anyone's power.
But everyone.
The teleportation array outside the camp glowed faintly, and then a faint green light flashed, and a golden figure quickly appeared on the teleportation array.
As soon as Asemata Hamaka appeared, she raised her hands to block the strong wind that was blowing sand and rocks in front of her, and her long robe was rustling in the wind.
Her eyes quickly turned and passed through the boiling dust, and she saw General Kasa running in the camp directing the tribesmen to evacuate.
At this moment, she was waving the bronze scimitar in her hand, leading the elite warriors of the tribe, and leading the migrating team to the underground passage on the south side of the sand dune.
"The water bladder comes first! And the fuel! We have to spend at least seven days underground, maybe longer! The Demon King will support us, but we can't always count on others for help!"
"Search Team 4! Check the camp again. A mother can't find her eggs! Hurry up!!"
"Kasa, General."
Upon hearing the voice, Kasa turned around immediately, and seeing that it was the clan mother, he immediately knelt on one knee and said.
"Mother! You are finally back safely. I almost sent someone to look for you—"
"No need to be polite, just get up and tell me how the evacuation goes. No one is lost, right?" Asemata asked without waiting for her to get 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 their eggs, there are no omissions! The troops currently in the camp are responsible for finishing the work. Only the last two formations are still transporting supplies - it will be completed in a quarter of an hour at most!"
As Kasa stood up, she pressed down the hood on her head, and the dust made her leather armor creak.
Before she finished her words, a flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the sky, instantly tearing apart the dark clouds. Then there was an earth-shattering explosion that made her chest tremble and her heart and soul tremble.
Kasa suddenly raised his head, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a hint of fear involuntarily appeared in those resolute pupils.
She knew she was not afraid of anyone. Even if she was outnumbered, she still dared to chase after the 100,000-strong army of the Holy Armor Dragon Kingdom.
But the pressure from the sky is not the power of a mortal...
She felt it.
A terrifying presence is watching them.
"Mother... this... is this really the power of the Demon King?" Kasa said tremblingly after swallowing hard.
Aethelmata looked up at the sky torn apart by lightning, with astonishment and panic in her eyes... but they eventually turned into awe and piety, and finally serenity.
"Yes, Kasa...that is the power of the Demon Lord."
She withdrew her gaze from the sky, looked at the general who had a fearful look on his face, and spoke with authority rather than awe in her voice.
"But don't be afraid!"
"His roar is meant to break the shackles that have been around our necks for thousands of years, and lead us out of the cradle that the Dragon God has bestowed upon us."
The howling wind grew stronger.
Aesemata closed her eyes, clasped her paws together, and had an unprecedentedly pious look on her face, praying like a fanatical believer.
"At this moment, we just need to offer our prayers to Him——"
"Our new life will come after the baptism of the storm!"
…
There were strong winds on the surface.
The noise was deafening underground! The solid granite wall was shaking restlessly, and the lizardmen curled up in the corner, closing their eyes and praying silently.
Looking up at the shaking dome, an Ankylosaur priest looked at Zel Tua next to him and said in a trembling voice.
"Lord Zell... the barrier seems to have been shaken! Our world is collapsing, and I seem to hear the Dragon God's wail!"
This is of course one interpretation.
But if everyone thinks this way, then the "end of the world" might really have come.
“Maybe that’s not a whine, but a blessing.”
In the dim candlelight, Zel silently looked up at the dark dome, and suddenly a bitter smile appeared on his face, and he sighed.
"And... don't call me sir. I'm just an ordinary citizen living in the United Kingdom."
…
Hundreds of kilometers away, in the Stairway to the Sun Mountains, the howling wind blew across the hills like a dragon's roar, as if it was going to flatten all the mountain peaks!
The members of the Windhowl Tribe have left Thunder Bluff where they have lived for generations.
Those figures who once looked down upon the mountains and soared on the cliffs can now only huddle in the depths of the caves, relying on each other with other tribes from near the Stairway to the Sun Mountains, and enduring the endless torment together.
Standing at the entrance of the cave with his wings folded, looking at the sky full of dark clouds, there was a hint of fear in Urga'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 punishment of the gods for breaking the contract and trusting outsiders.
The rolling thunder was like a battle axe that broke the shackles, and also like the unwilling roar of an old god, making him lose his direction for a moment.
After all, what collapsed was not only the barrier that divided the earth, but also the barrier in his heart - as well as the load-bearing wall that housed the unstable spirit of the Wind Howl Clan.
He had soared in the storm countless times, facing the roaring thunderclouds and Uranus's tests, but he had never been as frightened as he was at this moment, and felt confused about the future.
“It will end.”
As if seeing through what he was thinking, Uyana, the prophet of the Tide Clan, walked behind him and spoke in a gentle tone.
“There is no storm that never ends, and no tide that only rises and never falls.”
Urga glanced at her sideways, quickly suppressed the timidity in his pupils, and raised an arrogant and forced sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"The Sea God told you?"
Uyana shook her head, her fins gently fluttering like butterfly wings, and her gaze turned to the distance outside the cave.
“The sea god never tells us where the fish are or 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.
"These are not words that should come out of the mouth of a prophet."
Uyana smiled slightly.
"Maybe, but I think... this is the greatest role of the prophet. After all, we are not the gods in the sky, but we can unite in the name of the gods so that we will not fall on the eighth day."
Urga was slightly speechless and looked at her in surprise.
Come to think of it, he had never noticed it before, and only now discovered that the Tide Tribe seemed to have wings as well...
That is not unique to the Wind Howl Clan.
Looking at the silent Urga, Uyana changed the subject.
"Just now a kid asked me, he said... he wanted to trade fish for something with you guys."
"Change what."
"Information about schools of fish. 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 more."
Urga glanced at her, then looked away, toward the dark clouds outside the cave.
"Let's talk about it after the storm passes... I have no problem with that anyway."
Wuyana smiled and nodded.
"Then let us pray together for the future after this."
…
The ruins of the city of Assam.
Luo Yan, holding the dragon egg in his arms, sat on Arakdo's back, letting the violent airflow mess up his bangs and make his cloak rustle.
Looking at the ever-changing sky, a smile appeared on his face.
"Sure enough, I guessed it right."
The dragon egg in his hand felt slightly hot, as if responding to his declaration of victory.
Floating beside Luo Yan, Youyou also looked up at the strange sight in the sky and sighed softly.
"It's really scary. The collective prayers of a group of lizards can actually cut off a continent... If everyone fantasizes about the destruction of the world, won't the planet be torn apart?"
Luo Yan smiled.
"This question is very interesting. All atoms are in endless motion, but did you see the dragon egg in my hand crack?"
Although the power of "public opinion" is terrifying, most of the time this power is in a dynamic balance.
The wishes of “people who want sunny days” and “people who want rain” will cancel each other out, and this is just a difference in direction.
People think about more than just the weather every day, and any one of those thoughts would be diluted to insignificance over a twenty-four-hour period.
Unless there is an extremely strong belief that can bring together everyone's thoughts, work in the same direction, and eliminate all obstructing forces.
Just like the Dragon God used the Lizardmen's fear of the outside world to seal the continent of Janna, Saint Sith used people's fear of death to destroy the underworld. In essence, they used the same principle.
Including at this moment, he used the knowledge he absorbed from Gutaf's diary to forge the "Spear of the Heart" that belongs to all the lizardmen on the Janna continent...
It is based on the same power!
Isn't this much more awesome than being a demigod? Just as Luo Yan was immersed in the joy that surpassed the extraordinary, a leisurely voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Luo Yan's thoughts.
"My Lord Demon..."
There was a hint of surprise in the voice, which made Luo Yan unconsciously withdraw his gaze from the air and look sideways at the air next to him.
"What's wrong?"
Youyou didn't answer immediately, but just stared at the egg in his arms until he was sure that the cracks across the scales were not an illusion.
It whispered.
"The egg in your hand seems to have cracked..."
(End of this chapter)
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