Just like the god of war riding an eight-legged thunder horse, the steel ship gallops in the air, stepping on thunder and lightning and hurricanes, moving forward! forward!
Breaking through the strong wind and cutting through the water mist. The thunder struck the hull of the ship, coating it with a layer of shining lightning. It destroyed the oncoming hurricane, separated the suffocating fog, and pierced into the tornado like a sharp blade!
The ship's hull shook wildly, trembling in the storm.
Countless steel plates detached from the hull and scattered like scales.
The dragon-backed ballista that was charged to the maximum emitted high temperature, evaporating the falling rain. The terrifying temperature was transmitted along the layers of machinery, burning the handle until it was red, like hot iron.
Igor held it tightly and endured the pain, but there was a happy smile on his face.
"Wait...wait..."
He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, staring ahead: "It's not yet time... It's going to be soon, it's going to be soon... Don't be anxious!"
boom!
The last hurricane was penetrated by the hull. Under the guidance of the blue moon, it flew across the sky and penetrated into the core of the tornado.
The furious head of Nomadic Mountain is already in front of you!
"Hello, bitch."
Igor smiled.
boom!
At that moment, the fiery flash from the bow of the ship ignited the dark night.
A terrifying torrent was released from the Dragon Spine Ballista. The high pressure generated by the five times overload pushed the steel arrows to fly out from the bow of the ship, and the screaming sound tore everyone's eardrums.
The crossbow arrow that was modified and disguised as a whale hunting crossbow also had a heavy black iron rope on it. It set off a pale air wave in the air, penetrated the poisonous wave emitted by the Nomadic Mountain with great force, and penetrated into its In the mouth, the sharp teeth were broken, the flesh and blood of the upper jaw was torn, penetrated through the hard skull, and penetrated deeply into its brain lobes.
The extremely viscous poisonous juice spread, and with the high temperature of the crossbow arrow, a pot of poisonous soup was boiled in the closed skull.
A sharp scream suddenly sounded.
The huge body of the Nomadic Mountain twitched, and the terrifying ether fluctuations stopped abruptly.
The hurricane dissipated, the tornado collapsed, and countless seawater fell from the sky.
With the loud noise of destruction, it fell into the sea together with the iron ship. In the huge earthquake, the entire hull almost completely fell apart. The three change musicians vomited blood at the same time, and the reinforcement matrix barely remained intact.
The hull was completely devastated and dilapidated to the extreme, barely maintaining its integrity.
"My ship!"
Before Igor had time to be happy, he let out a scream and almost cried.
Soon, the painful roars and screams attracted everyone's attention.
Under the terrifying poison of "temperance", the Nomadic Mountain twitched in pain, its body exploded, constantly diving into the sea, floating upward, dragging the iron cable of the ballista, and pulling the steel ship to rush forward.
"Isn't this enough to kill you?"
Igor was stunned.
"It's just a heavy hit."
Ye Qingxuan, who was soaked in sea water, landed on the boat and stared at the giant snake swimming painfully on the sea in the distance: "That is the blood of the natural disaster. Maybe one will grow out if the head is chopped off."
At this moment, Nomadic Mountain has fallen into madness.
The upper jaw was penetrated, and the lobe of the brain was severely damaged. Such a horrific injury was not even a fatal injury to it. The terrifying vitality from the natural disaster even repaired the wound in an instant.
But the "temperance" poison poured into the crossbow arrows caused it great pain.
The poison that is enough to completely desolate and destroy hundreds of thousands of acres of land is now boiling in its skull, eroding its bones section by section along the spine, and causing the blood to deteriorate.
The severe pain completely defeated its will, and it ran madly on the sea, following its instinct and moving forward along the ocean current.
The iron rope on the crossbow pulled the hull of the ship, and it moved forward crazily on the sea, not knowing where it was going.
"Reinforce the chains."
Ye Qingxuan told the Son of Phoenix: "This is a good meeting gift, don't let it get away from you."
Meeting gift
The Son of Phoenix smiled bitterly: Who else do you expect to give this to
Although he was confused, he still followed Ye Qingxuan's order to strengthen the chains. Compared with strengthening the entire ship, strengthening one chain was naturally easier and simpler.
Immediately afterwards, under the erosion of Jiuxiao Huanpei, the entire chain became an extension of the strings, and the ladder structure rose.
Now, a straight passage has opened in front of Ye Qingxuan, leading directly to the brain of the crazy sea monster.
There is no better opportunity for a psychic musician.
Ye Qingxuan smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the iron lock.
Immediately afterwards, the music theory from the remnants of the Hundred Eyes was poured along the chain into the body of Nomadic Mountain without any reservation!
With "temperance" opening the way and creating a venom hotbed for its growth, the music theory that gathered the dark essence of the entire etheric world grew wildly like weeds, spreading along the spine to the limbs in an instant.
There is nothing more vicious than this.
Is there any natural disaster that can compare to the three-pillar gods who occupy the pinnacle of the Great Source
The poison of the Hundred-Eyed One spreads all over the body, frantically extracting its blood and flesh, strengthening itself, and a steady stream of power is transmitted along the iron rope, feeding back to Ye Qingxuan.
Ye Qingxuan did not dare to retain the power from the natural disaster at all, and threw it all into the Clothes of Original Sin to nourish this artifact that had lost its spirituality.
Under the parasitism of Hundred-Eyed Music Theory, the Nomadic Mountain has turned into a walking zombie, moving forward madly in severe pain, consuming the last of its vitality, pulling the steel ship on the verge of scrapping forward along the ocean current, not knowing what will happen to it. Rush somewhere.
I don’t know how long it took, but it finally stopped moving.
All life was lost, and the huge body floated on the sea without any breath.
But in the dead lightless sea, there is finally light.
It is a burning fire.
Those wisps of firelight danced on the rocks, like dim stars, illuminating everyone's astonished faces.
In the light of the fire, a shocking layer of dark red flowed above the pitch-black sea water. It was rich blood, covering the ocean, floating and spreading like grease.
There was a pungent smell in the air, the smell of blood and rot.
In the burning firelight, the appearance of the "reef" was illuminated, revealing its true appearance - it was not a stone at all, but layers of bones.
An unknown number of corpses were piled up here and turned into firewood. When ignited by the flames, they released green firelight.
The flames danced in the bloody water, illuminating the islands in the distance and the huge and eerie stone castle on the cliff.
At the top of the fortress, a blazing pillar of fire burned vigorously. I don't know how many bones were invested in it in exchange for such a terrifying light.
"Demon..."
The searchlight fell on the bones, illuminating the hideous details hidden in the blood. Looking at those sharp claws and scales, the sailors suddenly suffocated:
"Mr. Ye, these are all demons!"
"Yeah, I know."
Ye Qingxuan nodded. He could feel the strong demonic aura in the blood without using his eyes, but with his etheric perception.
The corpses piled up on the rocks offshore were all the corpses of demons, and it was as if they had been jumped into a meat grinder. No larger intact chunks could be found, and they were all broken into pieces.
The bones were thrown haphazardly into the sea and used as fuel for the flames.
On the deck, Igor smoked half a cigarette to calm down his shock, and asked in a low voice: "Where... exactly is this place?"
Ye Qingxuan smiled, "Let everyone take a rest, we are here."
He said, "This is our destination.—'Alderney.'"
Alderney, a deserted island off the main route.
There is no output, no minerals, and no farmland. It is so desolate that no one can poop, and it is so remote that no one cares about it.
Few people know that this is the fiefdom of Maxwell, the Lord Privy Seal of Anglo and the head of the fifth department, and even fewer people know that a group of outsiders were secretly placed here a month ago.
They left their homes and came here on black boats. They built stone houses here, laid foundations, piled mountains of earth, and built fortresses. They settled here and waited for one day to return to their homeland.
The ashes of the Inquisition, the last seeds of the Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith in the Holy City...
The final judges.
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Although Ye Qingxuan said this was Alderney, Igor didn't know what to do for a while and looked at him blankly, "Do you want to hit the harbor signal?"
"Don't panic, just wait."
Ye Qingxuan sat on the deck wearing a blanket brought by the organ players, enjoying the freshly heated black tea and sighed happily:
"The landlord has already arrived at the door. It's impossible for the tenant not to come out and say hello, right?"
After finishing speaking, he just sat on the deck so generously, letting the barrier above the distant fortress gaze. At the top of the fortress, among the rotating pillars of fire, a faint pupil stared at Ye Qingxuan for a long time, closing his eyes. Upper eyes, dissipated.
Soon, the door under the cliff suddenly opened.
Someone came forward with a wooden boat and hung a guiding wind lantern on the mast of the boat.
"Come into port with me."
After the middle-aged priest finished speaking, he controlled the wooden boat to turn around and return to the port gate under the cliff. Igor glanced at Ye Qingxuan, and Ye Qingxuan waved.
"Follow me, but remember not to take the wrong channel, otherwise things buried under the water will be very troublesome..."
He took a thoughtful look at the water on both sides of the canoe. On the canoe, the middle-aged priest looked back at him in astonishment, said nothing, and silently led the way.
Along the way, Ye Qingxuan looked at the defenses and buildings on Alderney Island and marveled: "It is indeed the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith, always preparing for the Eastern Expedition. In just one month, it has turned this place into a war fortress Is it done?"
The iron wheel entered the harbor and the door behind it slammed shut.
In the secret port inside the cliff, someone walked down the iron stairs and saluted Ye Qingxuan: "Please follow me, Bishop Carroll is waiting for you."
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