Chapter 1441: What a Long and Thick Magical Weapon

"The Lord God is witnessing! Why is the position of the 'Big Bowl' a little off this time? It's really strange, the position of each launch is different... Move the boat a little to the left!"

"Ah? Respected red-haired Captain Chapo, the boat can't move now. If it moves, the horizontal line of the diving bell will tilt and move under the traction of the rope, and it will easily overturn and leak air... Wait until the bell is fished out before the next dive to move the position."

"Horizontal line? Leaking air?... Uh..."

The midday sun shines directly on the sea, shining a dazzling white. The colorful coral reefs sink to the bottom of the sea, and even if you are twenty or thirty meters away, you can see the brilliance that is within reach. And a group of black iron-clad wooden bells are sunk among the coral reefs, and it seems to be separated from another group of black long-barreled cannons.

On the caravel Stone Spear, the red-haired Chapo squinted his eyes and stared at the clear deep sea. He could clearly see two skinny pearl divers, like two busy ants, trying to tie a rope to the fixed long wood and long-barreled cannon. After working for a while, the pearl divers had to go to the big bell to take a breath and then walk back slowly.

A simple process of tying a knot was so slow and difficult in the deep sea water, just like a bug eating leaves. After seven or eight minutes, Chabo suddenly opened his eyes wide and laughed happily.

"Haha! The old turtle is still amazing! He took two breaths and finally tied another rope between the magic weapon and the fixed hardwood! Ading, which rope is this?..."

Next to the red-haired Chabo, Martin, the former noble scholar, has now changed into a set of priest apprentice clothes and a strange feather crown. He tried to stare at the deep seabed, but could only see two small dots and couldn't see what the pearl divers were doing at all. The physiological differences between human groups are so obvious after adapting to the environment and evolving productivity. When he heard the question, he immediately turned his head, smiled cautiously, and spoke in unfamiliar Mexica.

"Respected red-haired captain, your eyesight is like that of a falcon, which is amazing!... This is already the fourth rope tied. As long as the twelve ropes are tied and tied with a knot that tightens the force... the sailors can work together to fish out the heavy 8-pound cannon!"

"Very good! That's it, take your time! Ading, is your hourglass time up?"

"Ah, let me see... It's eight minutes now, and there are two minutes left... The air in the diving bell should be almost consumed."

"Lord God bless you! Then fish out the old turtle and the others! Fish out this 'big bowl' as well, and replenish the 'air'. Then change two pearl divers to go into the water!..."

Red-haired Chabo was very decisive and gave the order directly. In the lives of the wilderness tribes, and even in the lives of the tribes of Central America, there is no musical instrument with the form and function of "bell", nor is there an "hourglass" tool for timing. The measurement of time mainly relies on the sun, as well as some wonderful animals and plants that can accurately tell time, such as the Dina bird in the Maya of Guatemala Highlands, which chirps every half an hour, or the small yellow flowers that bloom on time at eight o'clock in the morning.

"Hua... Huh!..."

Soon, the two pearl divers were fished out and lay on the boat gasping for breath. With the "magic tool" for underwater breathing, they no longer need to completely exhaust their physical strength and exhaust themselves every time they go into the water like before. And ordinary pearl divers can also dive to a depth of 20 to 30 meters with the help of the diving bell, to the colorful seabed that has never been open to them.

"Suck... Huh!..."

The diving bell was raised and lowered, and the other two thin pearl divers also "Huahua" twice again, and jumped into the sea with two ropes.

"Another one is tied! Two ropes!..."

"Lord God bless, change people, continue!"

The salvage of the thunder magic tool continued little by little. From the golden morning, through the bright noon, to the evening with the red sunset. Then, it was the night when the ship was anchored. The kingdom warriors and Taino sailors lit the brazier, ate cassava and fish paste, sang tribal songs, and prayed for the blessing of the gods.

"Praise Huitzilopo! He is so powerful that he can suck away souls! He also has a devil apostle in the world, with extremely powerful prophetic magic! I worship him, beg for his great power, and promise me an unknown future!..."

The white-skinned priest apprentice Ading, with a hummingbird emblem engraved on his forehead, also had a smile on his face. He sang with everyone, praising the powerful "Huitzilopo Devil" and the "Devil Apostle of Prophecy". At this moment, he was happy and integrated into the "big family of the devil tribe". But it was obvious that in the eyes of the Lord, he had fallen into the devil and could not be completely washed away...

The long night finally passed, and the orange sunrise on the sea was magnificent and warm. Another busy day, in the sparkling afternoon, the twelve knots were finally tied completely, and the 8-pound cannon was firmly tied to the long wood, connected to the big ship!

"Raise the sail, set sail! East, to the tribal port!..."

Red-haired Chabo gave the order to set sail with anticipation. When the sail was fully raised, the wind gradually blew up, the big ship began to head east, and the twelve ropes were tightened one by one, until a certain moment, it seemed to make an inaudible dull "squeak"!

"Lord God bless! Lord God bless! That evil magic weapon finally got up! We pulled it up from the bottom of the sea!..."

"Ah! Roar! Praise the great spirit!..."

The red-haired dog race opened their eyes wide and saw the black thunder weapon slowly rising from the muddy seabed. The first one cheered like a wolf, followed by the Taino tribe's sailors. Afterwards, the weapon rose higher and higher, moved faster and faster, until it formed an oblique angle with the towing rope, and was towed eastward by the big ship...

"Ah! Praise the big devil! The thunder weapon was fished out! My precious life is completely saved! Roar! Haha!..."

At this moment, the white-skinned priest apprentice Ading was also excited and burst into tears, and was extremely pious. He couldn't help but jump and shout with joy with these "barbaric devil tribes".

"Haha! Quick! Speed ​​up to the east! When we stop at the tribal port, let dozens of young men work together to drag this 8-pound cannon ashore and present it to the respected Owl Father!..."

The sun once again moved westward, and a faint pink appeared in the sky, like a beautiful phoenix conch pearl. When the ship docked, twelve ropes were towed by groups of tribal men. After just a moment, more enthusiastic cheers resounded throughout the entire coast of the Marion Tribe!

"Praise the Lord! So thick and big! What a long, hard black iron pipe, what a great thunder weapon!..."

"Ahaha! After spending so much time and effort, this evil thunder weapon was finally fished out by me, the brave and wise Captain Chabo!..."

Under the setting sun, the red-haired Captain Chabo raised his head and laughed, proud and arrogant, just like the Black Wolf General he once protected. And a dark 8-pound cannon, with a slight rust, symbolizing the truly powerful firepower on the sea in this era, stood on the white beach, silently facing the east~~