Ninety-nine percent of the medicine Ye Qingxuan took out to treat them was saline as a diluting medium, and the remaining one percent was his blood.
Blood rich in Philosopher's Stone and purifying music theory is the best antidote.
The first moment it enters their bodies, the power in the blood will multiply on its own, completely killing all inhuman parasites and replenishing the consumed energy and blood.
People who are in good condition may be fine after a short sleep, but people who are slightly in poor physical condition may suffer from vomiting and diarrhea, and people who are in worse condition may become seriously ill due to the reconstruction of their immune system.
And for those who have been deeply corroded, there is no cure.
Ye Qingxuan was helpless about this.
The purification potion will end their endless nightmares and pain, briefly awakening them from madness.
They will spend their short dying time with a clear will.
Then, face death.
"It's cruel, isn't it?"
Ye Qingxuan asked.
"It's about redemption."
Naven answered at the door.
On his fingertips, there was a slightly worn organist badge spinning lightly:
"Proper etiquette, good looks and free will are the essence of human nature - Mr. Maxwell said this to us a long time ago. I like this sentence. The same is true for organists. People like us can't see it. As a man of light, the only thing that can comfort you in your life is this badge. It is our only glory and comfort, it cannot be tarnished, and it must not fall into the mud."
He paused and said softly:
"-A dignified death is better than an ugly life."
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…
That afternoon, at the top of the cave monastery, the deceased received his simple funeral.
Ye Qingxuan held the holy book and presided over the funeral for them. All the special service operators were present to bid farewell to the six dead "organ players".
The funeral was simple and there were no flowers.
In the drizzle, the deceased lay in a coffin made of pieces and nails. The rain fell on their pale faces, making everything wet and sad.
"Odette, Sylvester, Warren..."
Ye Qingxuan stared at the faces of the dead and murmured softly: "It is a pity that you were not able to see the beginning and end of this war, and there were no impassioned poems to praise and heroic deaths that will be recorded in history. Today, you will say goodbye. The sufferings of the human world will enjoy eternal peace in the kingdom of death. Although your death has not enabled more people to live, your mission and responsibilities are immortal and will be passed down for a long time in the human world."
He closed his eyes and lit the flame. The flame rose from the oil, fierce and violent, evaporating the rain, swallowing the face of the dead, and embracing everything in his arms with compassion.
The pale smoke curled up like the souls of the dead rising into the sky.
"May your souls never die."
Ye Qingxuan murmured softly.
All the organ players bowed their heads to their deceased companions and chanted in unison, and those hoarse and deep voices echoed in the narrow and dark space between heaven and earth.
"The tragedy lasts forever!"
…
After the silent silence ended, Ye Qingxuan turned around and looked at the crowd behind him in the light of the fire, staring at each of their faces.
For most people, this is the first time they meet Ye Qingxuan. When they look at his face, they will be confused about his youth and worry about whether he can complete this mission that is too huge for anyone.
Ye Qingxuan moved forward.
He refused the umbrella held by Naven and let the rain fall on him.
Ye Qingxuan stood in front of the crowd and let those eyes look at him.
"You must all know me already. I am Ye Qingxuan. After Maxwell disappeared, I was the temporary head of the fifth department. It was also my order that sent you here. It can be said that the torture you have suffered in the past few days and pain, in the final analysis, all stem from this.”
In the suspicious eyes, Ye Qingxuan's expression remained calm: "I know what you are thinking. I don't look like a qualified commander and leader, nor do I look like Maxwell to convince you. Your Doubts and worries are not unreasonable, and dissatisfaction is also understandable. Unfortunately, nothing can be changed. Neither I nor you have any other choice. What is even more unfortunate is that after a short respite, there are New ordeals await.”
At this point, Ye Qingxuan smiled happily: "Maybe what you want to hear from me is not this kind of thing. Maybe you are here for a more noble purpose. Unfortunately, I have never liked those high-sounding excuses. .So, we might as well find another reason.”
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the lightless sky and the dark ocean:
"Gentlemen, the situation ahead is unclear. It is likely to be a dead end, and there will be no life. And what I want to lead you to is a war, a war to take back your country from the hands of the fog! We want to fight with it. The enemy is this ocean that swallowed up Angel. Compared with it, we are so small that we are not even dust, let alone have a chance to win! Next, we will enter this fog and return to Angru. Go Gru, take back our land and country from this damn world. But before that, there are some things I want to tell you... "
Facing all the astonished eyes, he raised the rough and ancient ring in his hand. The emblem engraved by the sword in the stone was awakened and glowed with blazing light.
The light is like a sword.
"I swear by the sword in the stone, what I promise you here will definitely be fulfilled!"
Ye Qingxuan declared solemnly, his hoarse voice like thunder, echoing in everyone's ears:
"I will ensure that every one of you will participate in this war."
"I will ensure that the sacrifice of every deceased person will not lose its meaning, and that everyone who follows me will die with dignity!"
"If we win, I will ensure that every person who dies will be remembered by this country, and every person who survives will become a hero. Whether alive or dead, you will be permanently recorded in the annals of Angelou. If we fail, I will be buried with you in this lightless ocean, and gather with the heroic spirits in the kingdom of death!"
In the dead silence, Ye Qingxuan met their eyes and murmured softly:
"—May our tragedy last forever."
He was answered by the organ players' breast caress.
"As you command, sir."
The organ players who had gathered from all over the world lowered their reserved heads to the young people in front of them. They half-knelt in the rain and offered their loyalty.
No more hesitation.
"very good."
Ye Qingxuan nodded slowly and smiled happily:
"Everyone, please enjoy this long journey to death with me."
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Ten minutes later, on the deck of the Iron Wheel.
The wheel correction was completed, the engine was warmed up, all personnel were in place, and the final supplies were moved from the monastery into the cabin.
Ye Qingxuan stood at the bow of the boat, staring at all this quietly.
"That was a hell of a speech just now. To be honest, it was pretty lame."
Igor stood beside him, chewing on a thick cigarette, and puffed out thick smoke from his nose.
"Is it bad?" Ye Qingxuan couldn't help but smile bitterly, "It seems I'm still not very good at this."
"Don't worry, although it's bad, it's better than it is effective."
Igor couldn't help but glance at Ye Qingxuan again. His eyes were strange, as if he was looking at something extremely dangerous: "Mr. Ye, has anyone ever told you that you are very good at dealing with lunatics?"
"Are you complimenting me?"
"So be it."
Igor shrugged.
Soon, the last person climbed onto the boat along the steps.
The cave monastery was silent again, like a peaceful tomb.
All supplies have been moved and the inspection of the ship's hull has been completed.
But Ye Qingxuan looked at the ship, but he always felt that something was missing. Until finally, he patted his head and remembered his previous order.
"My captain, where is our new ship's head portrait?" He said to Igor: "I have been looking forward to it for a long time."
"Everything is as you command, my lord."
Igor grinned and said, "I promise, this is a unique masterpiece."
He waved his hand, and several eager sailors were ordered to leave. Soon, the newly made bow statue was carried out from the cabin. It was covered with a thick dust-proof cloth, making it difficult to see its lineup.
With the help of winches and pulleys, the new bow statue was quickly installed on the bow. Through the dust-proof cloth, the bow of the ship seemed to be struggling hard like a living thing. That posture made people feel happy.
As the rope binding the dust-proof cloth was torn apart, in the strong wind, the dust-proof cloth was rolled up and flew into the sky, allowing the things covered underneath to finally see the light of day, gasping for air.
After seeing Ye Qingxuan, his eyes turned red and he tried his best to scream hoarsely:
"Ye Qingxuan, you must die a happy death!!!"
On the bow of the ship, Xavier, who was bound to the cross by layers of chains, struggled hard, desperately trying to break free of the shackles. But his limbs have been replaced by alchemy and merged into iron.
On his body was welded a sharp iron plate that looked like a turtle shell, and someone dipped a brush in paint and wrote scrawled words on it.
-I am a defeatist.
Together with the steel components that were fused into one, he replaced the bronze lady in the original position and became the new bow image. He was about to face the wind and waves and bear the brunt of sailing into this dark sea.
"How's the effect?"
Igor patted his masterpiece, looked at Ye Qingxuan, and saw him nodding in admiration: "It's like a work of art, my captain."
"Hahaha, I knew it."
Igor laughed heartily: "I was born to be a fucking artist!"
"Ye Qingxuan! I curse you! You will definitely receive retribution! You will definitely!"
Xavier on the bow shouted hoarsely.
He looked at the raging dark ocean in front of him, and after realizing his fate, his expression twisted in fear, and he screamed with all his strength:
"Kill me! Don't act like a bitch! You pervert! Madman! Psycho! I curse you! Curse you!!!"
"It's nice to see you looking so full of energy."
Ye Qingxuan looked at Xavier calmly: "Enjoy our journey happily, Mr. Xavier. I promised that you will witness all this from the best position."
Amidst the screams and curses, Ye Qingxuan turned around with a smile and looked at Igor: "Let's set off, my captain, I can't wait."
Igor nodded, threw the burned cigarette at his feet, crushed it, and waved to the bridge:
"Everyone prepare, turn due north! Target Anglo! Target Alderney! - Pull anchor and set sail!"
Then, the whistle turned on, and the steel wheel burst out with a high and sharp scream, tearing apart the eternal silence in the darkness, like the angry roar of a giant beast.
Deafening!
The iron anchor slowly rose from the deep sea, and the iron wheel shook violently, causing the sea tide to tremble.
Driven by the engine, it beat away the sea water and tore apart the waves.
Singing, shouting, and shouting.
They sailed towards the deepest part of the sunless sea.
Darkness swallowed everything.