The king of the Haik tribe raised his right hand, and a servant beside him brought a tray to Charles.
It was a pair of black high-top boots with strange inscriptions clearly written on the uppers.
"It allows you to step on anything you want. I'm sure Captain Charles will use it."
"Relics? Are there any side effects?" Charles asked.
"This is not a relic. It is a gift from God."
Seeing Charles reaching out to take it, the king showed a satisfied smile on his face.
"Mr. Charles has gained the respect of our Hikki people. From now on, we can be considered friends."
Charles nodded and turned away.
Not long after he left, the king stood up and looked up calmly. He saw a hideous and terrifying monster hanging upside down on the roof. It was the messenger of God from before.
"Bang!" Its entire body turned in mid-air and hit the long table directly, making a low, trembling sound.
Ajino walked out and saluted the envoy. "He has the mark of the god Futan on him, but I deliberately slandered Futanism, and Charles didn't get angry at all. He should not be a follower of Futan."
The monster jumped down from the table, swinging its long tail, and slowly crawled around the place where Charles had just sat, as if thinking about something, and soon the clucking sound started again.
"Okay, since you need it, I will collect all the information about him that I can and let you bring it to our God."
Facing the conversation between the man and the monster, the king next to him stood there motionless, as if he had heard nothing.
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At this time, Margaret was in a huge Royal Giant, but her condition was very bad.
With a loud "bang", Margaret in the cockpit grabbed the chair fixed to the ground tightly.
She wanted to stand up, but her legs were shaking and she couldn't stand up. She underestimated the brutality of the naval battle.
Margaret looked outside the glass at another huge ship. The sound just now came from that ship.
I don’t know if it was hit by the vortex furnace, but the once invincible steel behemoth has turned into a huge fireball. The flames reflected the black sea water red, and wisps of white mist began to slowly float out of the sea surface.
Tears flowed down Margaret's face, she didn't know why she was crying. She had never thought that just observing a battle would be such a difficult thing.
A large hand reached under her armpit and pulled her up.
"Don't cry. Crying on the battlefield is useless. This is your own decision. Watch how I command the battle. Actual combat is the best way to train people."
Margaret bit her lip, turned her head to look at her brother, and nodded vigorously.
She stood up and watched her brother in front of her quickly direct the battle using telegrams. "I'm not a burden! I can do it!"
"Captain!! There are three enemy ships approaching at three o'clock!! They are moving very fast!" Suddenly a hurried voice came from a communication port.
They were three steam ships flying the flag of the British Isles. Their slender hulls allowed them to move towards this side quickly.
The roar of the Royal Giant's artillery fire continued to sound, and soon only one of the three ships was left, but the only one left still moved towards the giant ship.
Big ships have their advantages and disadvantages. When other small boats get close to them, those giant cannons are useless.
Several hooks were swung up from below, and the people on the small boat climbed up along the ropes. They seemed to know that this big ship was the brain of other ships in the area, and they wanted to destroy it.
"Combat team, prepare to meet the enemy!" Jack shouted to the pipe next to him.
One by one, the crew members in black uniforms rushed out of the cabin and rushed towards the ropes on the side of the ship.
Bullets were their offensive weapons, and the addition of various strange relics only made the battle more brutal, and the scarlet blood soon dyed the deck red.
Margaret tried her best not to listen to what was happening outside and focused all her attention on how her brother was commanding.
But at this moment, Margaret saw her brother with a serious expression suddenly turned his head and looked at her. "Don't you want to join the battle? Now is your chance."
Looking at the chaos outside, Margaret nodded vigorously.
"Very good." Jack cut open his arm with a knife and took out a peanut-sized black stone. He cut open his sister's skin and put the stone back in.
Margaret instantly felt her body become lighter, and her skin felt inexplicably tight.
"There aren't many people outside, you should see some blood first,"
After stuffing a dagger into Margaret's hand, Jack grabbed his sister and threw her out through the glass window in front.
Amid Margaret's screams and the sound of glass breaking, she fell from the four or five-story tower onto the deck.
Margaret stood up shakily, and just when she was confused about what was going on, the intruder next to her shot her directly in the chest.
It hurts, it hurts so much. When Margaret touched the wound, she found that there was no bleeding.
"Could it be..." Margaret used the dagger in her hand to lightly scratch her fair fingers, but there was no wound.
She was surprised to find that she now possessed the same defensive power as her father and brother, which was so strong that it was not like a human.
"Bang, bang!" More bullets flew over, and Margaret subconsciously curled up into a ball.
The other party did not have any sympathy for Margaret's fragility. The girl hiding and motionless was a perfect target.
"Whoosh~" a smoking grenade was thrown directly at her feet where she was wearing high heels.
"Boom!!" Flames enveloped her and she was blown away.
She cried again, but this time she stood up while crying.
Margaret, covered in black, raised the dagger in her hand and rushed hysterically towards the chaotic battlefield.
An intruder stood in front of the girl. Margaret raised the dagger in her hand and pushed it hard into his back.
With a "crack", the man's spine was broken by Margaret's powerful force.
"Ahhh!!" Margaret rushed down the second enemy.
The battle was over soon. Margaret, in a daze, pushed open the door of the cockpit. As soon as she came in, she fell to the ground and retched continuously. All the blood and flesh she had just caused kept flashing in her mind, and she could not forget it no matter how hard she tried.
Jack helped her up and took her to a stool nearby. "Not bad, six killed."
Margaret pursed her lips, hugged her brother and burst into tears.
Seeing his sister crying so miserably, Jack patted her back. "How about I send someone to take you back to the island? To be honest, this place is really not very suitable for women."
Margaret loosened her hands and shook her head vigorously, "No!! I am from the Cavendish family! I don't want to escape!!"
Jack smiled and patted his sister on the head. "This is my sister. No one in the Cavendish family is a coward!"
(End of this chapter)