When the battleship slowly fell from the sky, it was like a heavy cloud of deafness. The Hei Tie Long Wing fan includes friction, bringing up a hurricane that can blow people into the sky. The devil held the umbrella firmly on his wrist, and the other hand held the king, and the hurricane disappeared automatically when it arrived in front of him.
The scythe weasel wings that were flying on the buttresses in the castle fanned again, and the humming sound was like some kind of long-lost horn, which was transmitted layer by layer from the castle.
The dragon wings of the battleship were slightly folded, and the ferocious giant ship fell from the sky like a docile dragon trainer, swiping over the nearly vertical cliff. The king could clearly see the peculiar cold light of the metal on the ship's iron armor and wings. Soon, the battleship was firmly parked in the front compartment of the dock in the sea of fire.
The pirates standing on the deck took off their hats and waved at the king cheering.
These pirates of Volway grinned happily, not thinking that there is anything wrong with the ghost ship becoming like this, and even a little proud.
The devil didn't let go until the last boat fell. He closed the black umbrella and casually dipped on the rock wall with the umbrella. A circle of invisible black mist rippled out, followed by the sound of gears twisting from behind the platform where he and the king stood, and the rocks under his feet trembled slightly.
The mechanism was triggered, and the boulders on the originally smooth cliff bulged one by one, forming a staircase leading to the dock from top to bottom.
Hawkins held the grass root in his mouth and looked up at the silver-haired king as he walked down the stone steps, the air blowing the king's hair flying. For a moment, Hawkins had an illusion, and felt that the young William III and the young Duke of Buckingham were walking down the stone steps.
Always insane, the incoherent neurotic captain was silent for a moment, and spit out the grass roots he was holding.
"Oh, oh, my esteemed majesty! Long time no see! You seem to be doing well in hell, too." Captain Hawkins exclaimed like a rooster crowing, and he stepped up to meet him with a dance-like step, "Charles Rest easy on that babbler. Brave, fearless pirates of Volway give you great respect!"
With that, he took off his black hat and bowed to the king as he did when they first met.
The other pirates had just gathered, and couldn't help showing the look of "Damn, why is this shameful guy our captain".
Grela, who just stepped forward: …
Miss Witch reconnected with Jenny with a blank face.
Standing upright, Captain Hawkins didn't have time to comment on the king's pier when the iron plate under his feet suddenly fell down. The captain gave a "hello" and fell down, and the iron plate closed again with a "clang". Grela stepped on the restored deck and bowed to the king.
"Our Miss Jenny has grown up."
The king came up from the pedal that Jenny had put down voluntarily, and he reached out and touched the iron railing.
At the iron railing that the king touched, a dark green rose vine appeared again with a bang, and the crimson rose branch stretched out in front of the king, gently touching the king's articulated hand.
"Good day, Miss Jenny."
The king plucked the blooming rose and held it up slightly.
The sails of the Jenny, which was transformed from an old wooden ship to a giant iron-clad battleship, clapped and looked very happy.
"Your Majesty, please."
The witch bowed slightly, leading the way for the king.
Jenny, who has changed back to the Dragon Wing battleship, is obviously very excited. Rose will drive wherever the king goes. A pirate's hand was itchy, reaching out to pick one, only to be whipped firmly by the vine, hissing and gasping for air.
The cabin of the Dragon Wing warship is divided into three layers. In the control room, the king saw the core of this alchemy living ship.
A dark blue flame levitated in the tubular column of clear crystal, and danced merrily as the king entered. Obviously has his own consciousness. Next to the crystal column, there is a thick stack of scrolls. When he saw the scrolls, the king glanced at the devil.
Grela has already prepared all the preliminary work, and she has already picked out the contract scrolls corresponding to those pirates who died in battle.
The ancient contract scroll was rolled out one by one, and the words on it showed a strange power under the firelight. At the end of the scroll, the pirates' blood dripped in place of their names, serving as the conclusion of the pact. The witch lit a peculiar candle, and the faint white smoke floated away in the cabin, and the dripping blood on the scroll began to spread.
"According to the principle of equivalent exchange..."
The witch recited the lengthy contract words in a low voice, and she read out the contents of the contract signed at the beginning one by one. The Volway pirates signed a contract with ghost ships that included souls, and from the moment their blood fell on the scrolls, they were doomed to belong to these ancient alchemy ships.
Even if they die, their souls still belong to the alchemy ship.
The witches used this point of the contract to forcibly summon their souls from the river of undead.
The fire was flickering, and there was an invisible wind in the air, and the cold sweat on the witch's forehead fell in large drops. As the contract came into effect, she felt another resistance, that is, the rules of hell were preventing the undead from returning to the dragon-winged warship—all souls that entered the river of undead belonged to the monarch of hell.
"Invite the supreme and eternal monarch to bear witness to the covenant of his authority and majesty."
The scrolls all floated up, and Grela couldn't bear the pressure from the rules any longer.
The king raised the bone scepter in his hand and tapped the crystal column.
The monarch approves.
The contract takes effect.
The next moment, a dazzling light burst out from the secret room of the warship, sweeping all the warships.
On the deck, the hands of the pirates waiting anxiously were covered in cold sweat. They didn't know what was going on in the cabin. The jokes and laughter they had just used to cover up their nervousness were gone, and the atmosphere didn't dare to stare at the stairs that entered the cabin.
Suddenly, a faint blue light burst out from the entrance of the stairs, drowning everyone. There seemed to be another kind of heavy majesty in the light, and the pirates all knelt down involuntarily.
"Did you make it?"
After the light gradually dissipated, a pirate climbed up from the deck, and he spoke nervously.
He was answered by arrogant laughter:
"Hahahaha! No pustules! I'm still so handsome!"
The pirates got up from the deck and saw the familiar faces of their companions. Those who jumped into the sea looked ecstatically at their clean hands without pustules, thankful that they were not the disgusting image they had when they died.
"How did our ship become so big all of a sudden!" A blind undead pirate floated around the mast twice and flew to a high place with ease, staring at the mighty dragon-wing warship in stunned eyes, "My Mom, isn't that the captain who is kidnapped by that guy?"
The pirates cheered, and a pirate in a hood wiped his face and shouted at the one-eyed undead: "Quick! Pay back the money to Laozi! Pay back the wine money your uncle owes Laozi!"
"Hey hey hey! What does the money you owe as a human have to do with the undead!"
"Fuck! Damn you, you don't want to pay back!"
…
Hawkins climbed out of the cabin. He broke a twig of a rose and put it in his mouth: "Stinky boys."
The king also came up, the devil turned his black umbrella, and a faint smile appeared on the face of the always calm witch. The laughing and cursing pirates saw the king, and they waved their hats at the king, cheering in unison:
"Long live Legrand!"
"Long live the king!"
Cheers echoed over the sea of lava fire, and a fiery light was plated on the face of the fearless pirate. The warriors who were close as brothers were finally able to stand side by side again, the dragon wings flapped and the sails hunted.
…
Blackrock King City.
On the seventh day of the king's arrival here, the gate of the castle slammed open and the dragon's head stuck to the ground. All the candlesticks were lit at the same time, and all the windows were opened at the same time. The vampire servants in Chinese robes filed out of the castle in Senleng, with swords on their waists, standing on both sides of the bone staircase leading to the main hall of the castle.
The banquet convened by the king is today.
These days, there has been a lot of movement in the Blackstone King City, but the rest of hell is quiet, maintaining a kind of restless silence, and there is a turbulent undercurrent in private.
After coming to hell for so long, people in the military heavy industry sector finally have a feeling that they are really in hell today.
They were stunned as they watched the ferocious beast swept over the head on the black cloud, and watched all kinds of strange creatures arrive with a rumbling sound. During this day, they saw almost all the monsters that only appear in nightmares, monsters with horns and horseshoes, long snakes with countless arms, and countless compound eyes on their bodies...
Monsters gathered to go to the king's banquet.
And it is only today that people in the military heavy industry realize that the skeletons who have always gotten along well with them are not only friendly colleagues, but also terrible soldiers. Today, the skeletons did not work anymore, but a cold and faint flame danced in their eye sockets, holding long spears, gathering into a chilling death army, waiting quietly on the barren rock beach.
When a serpent-shaped lord passed by the military heavy industry base, he looked down at the pale-faced people in the base condescendingly: "Human..."
Its low voice reached people's ears like rolling muffled thunder.
On the barren rock beach, Captain Skeleton said nothing, waved his hand, and the skeleton soldiers raised their long spears at the same time, the spears were cold, facing the lord who had stopped.
The lord snorted coldly and swam in the direction of the castle.
in the castle.
The king is alone, on the throne.
Many hell lords have already arrived, and they have all turned into human-like appearances and sat in their positions. However, horns, wings, snake tails and other things that humans cannot have, declare their identities. The forms of the lords are different, the only thing in common is that they all have a bone ring on their bodies.
The undead court musicians dutifully played beautiful melody, but the atmosphere in the hall was still very strange.
The lords who arrived first were all small lords. When they entered the hall, they sat down directly in their seats without showing any respect to the king above. This kind of behavior itself is a silent statement and provocation.
The atmosphere in the hall was tense, the lords deliberately released their momentum, the candles swayed constantly, and the light and shadow shook.
The king, wearing the crown of thorns, sat on the highest throne, and the lords did not salute, nor did he speak. He held the golden wine bottle, lowered his eyes expressionlessly, and drank to himself.
The lords constantly swept the king's hand holding the wine glass with malicious and greedy eyes, and the golden wine glass matched the bone ring and rose ring on the king's finger. Some lords with lower IQs and stronger killing instincts had blood-red eyes glued to the king's fingers, suppressed by the authority symbolized by the bone ring, but at the same time coveted to rush to snatch it.
Those who hold those two kinds of authority are just mortals.
But that mortal wore a rose ring and had silver-haired blue eyes that made them wary. The maniac who called himself the "Soul Merchant" was apparently working for him again.
Alertness and greed are constantly fighting, and there are many heavy gasps in the hall.
Lords keep arriving.
Beautifully dressed vampire attendants with gloves and silver plates with metal hoods filed in, standing on both sides of the banquet. These vampires didn't seem to feel the greed and killing intent surging in the hall at all, they just stood like sculptures.
Just as a lord with scales on his upper body and compound eyes covered his body couldn't stand the greed of pointing the ring of authority to the king, and was about to throw himself out, the king suddenly raised his eyes.
Click, click.
The sound of the liquid dripping on the stone was very light, but it carried an inexplicable chill. Accompanied by the sound of the dripping liquid, there were light footsteps. The footsteps made the lord who could not suppress the tyranny shudder firmly, as if ice water suddenly fell from the top of his head and remained motionless.
A devil in a black dress walked in from the door of the main hall.
He is the most human-like hell in this room. He is wearing a black dress with an elegant tail like a swift. If it weren't for the excessively pale skin and the dark and gloomy aura that could not be concealed, then he was like an ordinary handsome young human being. But all the guys here know he's not.
The devil was holding a white long sword in his hand, the candlelight shone on his face, and there was a smile familiar to the lords on his lips.
The sound of liquid dripping came from his other hand—
A terrifying head was held in his hands, and thick black blood was dripping from the broken head.
The lords suddenly calmed down.
They recognized the head, which was an ancient lord who crawled out of the Hundred Insect Wall.
The devil passed right in front of all the lords.
In front of everyone's eyes, he knelt down on one knee in front of the throne, and the vampire attendant next to him opened the metal cover on the tray. The devil placed the head of the ancient lord on a metal tray and presented it as a gift to the mortal king on the throne.
"Your Majesty, it disobeys your order and is unwilling to take part in the banquet in disguise."
The devil spoke politely, as if he were a knight who was carrying out any of the orders of the monarch.
"So, I let it come to apologize to you."