Chapter 573 The Day of Departure

Chapter 574 The day of setting sail

Six days later, on the cliff outside the workshop.

The workshop once again expanded to twice its original size. The three-meter-long copper nails were riveted deeply into the rock, dragging criss-crossing steel cables, intertwining into a network, and binding the bulging black felt inside. .

Looking down from the top, it looks like a monster caught in a trap.

The heavy felt cloth was like a giant's chest, swelling and contracting with the waves in the distance. It was breathing, and a low echo burst out from the depths of darkness, spreading in all directions.

There were constant roars coming from it.

"No. 1 fixed bolt, cut off!"

boom!

"No. 2 fixed bolt, cut off!"

boom!

…

After the fixed bolts were blown off one after another, there was a scalp-numbing sound of steel friction. Countless steels seemed to collide with each other in the hands of giants, making a crazy loud noise.

The gray-black felt cloth under the steel cable seemed to have turned into a monster's womb, struggling to give birth to a terrifying embryo. Under the alchemist's 'delivery', the thing about to be born screamed and burst out. Set off the roar of a rolling tsunami.

On the cliff, Igor sat in his original position, letting the raindrops fall on his face, his pupils were red and bloodshot.

I don't know how long it had been since he took a shower. His whole body exuded a strange stench. His hair was disheveled and tangled in strands. The grease condensed on it blocked the rain. It was not smoothed by the rain and even stood up. .

He no longer looked like the decent man he once was, but instead took off his coat and turned back into the pirate he was. Drinking the wine from the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith and looking down at the workshop below, his red eyes became as fierce as a wolf.

Behind him, Ye Qingxuan's figure appeared silently.

"The finishing touches have been completed."

He looked at Igor: "Now is the final inspection stage. It will be launched into the water soon. Do you really have to go and take a look?"

"I……"

Igor opened and closed his lips, muttered a few times, stretched out his tongue from the corners of his blistered mouth, and licked the salty cold rainwater. The anxious breath in his chest spurted out from his mouth and nose, turning into a diffuse mist.

"I've been looking forward to it a few days ago, very excited, and couldn't sleep..." He stretched out his hand and scratched his tangled hair, his voice hoarse: "But now I'm about to see it, and suddenly I'm a little scared.

It's like a child is about to be born.

You hand this child over to me. I don't know... if I am qualified to drive it. "

Ye Qingxuan patted him on the shoulder: "Then you should take a bath and have a good sleep. I don't want to cause my boat to hit the rocks and become silent just after launching due to lack of sleep."

Igor shook his head: "Only staying here can calm me down."

He raised his eyes and stared at the dead, dark sea in the distance.

"I'm much better now, Your Excellency."

He smiled self-deprecatingly: "Don't worry about me, I won't let you down."

Ye Qingxuan nodded, but did not leave. Instead, he took out a wooden box from his pocket.

"Smoking?"

Those were cigarettes he bought when he was in the Holy City.

Ye Qingxuan didn't usually smoke much, so this box of exquisitely made high-quality cigarettes was still half full, but after such a long time and getting wet, the taste might not be much better.

"Thanks."

Igor took it, deftly pulled out a thin iron rod from his boot, and rubbed it hard on the keychain. Sparks jumped from the corners of the keychain, igniting the special ignition rod.

Putting his five fingers together, he brought the weak flame to his lips, and the cigarette was lit.

Seeing his smooth movements, Ye Qingxuan raised his eyebrows:

"what is that?"

"this?"

Igor extinguished the flames on the short stick, shook it towards Ye Qingxuan, and showed him the overlapping scratches on it from years of friction: "A fire stick made by an alchemist, a relic of my former captain.

Before the invention of 'clean fire', it was very popular among pirates, but has long since been eliminated. You probably haven't seen it. "

"really."

"This thing is actually not very easy to use. Sometimes it can easily cause fires, especially on pirate ships. There are equipment everywhere that is in disrepair. If there is a fire, the entire ship will be in danger."

Igor chuckled: "At that time, the only person qualified to carry fire on the ship was the captain. In addition to dinner, the sailors could only eat cold food. Anyone who dared to play with fire would be hung on the rail to die in the sun. .

At that time, everyone would gather at the bow of the boat every day before dinner. The cook was waiting with firewood in his hands, and the captain was smoking his own rotten cigarette. He came over with his newly polished and shiny boots, pulled it out of the boot shaft, and pulled it on the knife... and the fire was lit. , like a miracle!

That was the time when he was most proud every day.

I was standing in the corner, looking at the captain, and I was so envious that I secretly imitated it many times, imagining that one day I would be able to sail a big ship and stand on the deck with my sailors. , wearing new boots and new clothes, enjoying their awed looks..."

Ye Qingxuan looked at the scratched iron rod at his fingertips: "Later, your captain gave it to you?"

"No."

Igor grinned: "I stole it."

"..."

"The captain was furious when he found out it was missing. He couldn't find the thief, so he hung everyone up and gave them thirty lashes, including me."

He opened his collar and showed Ye Qingxuan the remaining scars on his shoulders: "Later, the captain suspected that it was the first mate, so he cut off the first mate's hand. That night, the first mate and the sailors rushed into the captain's cabin and waited for him to come out. , I got a new captain.

But before his iron hook was ready, he was killed by another group of people...

Pirates are always like this. They don't like to tell jokes about being in love with each other. They snatch things they like when they see them.

I have been accustomed to this since I was a child. Until I was a teenager, I didn't know what the use of 'money' was - you see, I made it myself and had enough food and clothing. "

Ye Qingxuan shrugged, "Pirates' education methods are really different."

"I had no choice."

Igor shrugged: "To be honest, I also wanted to dress up like a noble young master and play ditties. Unfortunately, when I was still a baby, I was thrown into a barrel and fished out by pirates.

He grew up at sea, was raised by a group of criminals and gays, drank milk from the captain's sheep, and the first word he learned was to curse...

I was very thin and short at that time, with a hunched back and big eyes... Before I was twelve years old, I had no name, and others called me a deformed child. But that's normal, you can't expect any love from a pirate den, right? "

"kindness."

Igor smiled, clicked his cigarette soaked by the rain, squinted his eyes, and looked at the dead sea in the distance.

"It's the only one who loves me."

Ye Qingxuan was silent.

"The sea kept me alive, Your Excellency."

Igor put out his cigarette: "Without it, I am nothing. It gives me a place to stay and allows me to create some insignificant value.

To be honest, this feeling is very annoying, as if I am a child who was raised by a bitch who sold her body, and I don't even have the courage to run away from home.

But over time, you will get used to it.

——Whether it is dirty or not, ugly or not, you have to love it. "

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time and sighed in a low voice: "I have to say, I'm a little used to your weird metaphors now, Captain."

"No way, after all, there is no culture."

Igor also threw the empty bottle down, stared at the dead sea, and turned around and asked: "Is it really alive, sir? Everyone told me that it is alive."

"It depends on how you view the concept of 'alive'. For ordinary people, if the heart is still beating and the brain is still working, it can be called alive.

If a human being is still alive, then his body is alive, and all his limbs, hair and nails are also alive - even if the human body is essentially no different from other substances. "

"What about ordinary people?"

Ye Qingxuan pondered for a moment and then said: "In a sense, musicians are different from ordinary people. You can think of musicians as having an extra organ called 'ether' - at the same time, the musician's life will also be reflected here.

For distortion-level musicians, everything around them is an extension of their bodies. For natural disasters, the extension and radiation of their 'self' will only become more exaggerated.

At least humans have never been able to calculate the ultimate volume of natural disasters.

For Leviathan, the ocean is its territory, all sea water is its body, and it is the ruler of the ocean. This is the music theory written in the Great Source.

Now it is not fully alive, and the ocean you see is just its dream. "

"So, is it really alive?"

Igor understood, turned around, stared at the dark and silent sea in the distance, and shook his head: "But seeing it alive makes me sad, it's too desolate.

He was obviously alive, but he seemed to be dead. "

"You've been talking like a child for a long time."

Ye Qingxuan sighed softly, stuffed the cigarette case into his pocket, and finally patted his shoulder: "You are past the age of talking about love, Igor. If there is an audience, they will definitely not like it. .

So, stop thinking about these things. After you finish smoking these cigarettes, take a bath obediently, and then like a man, go take a look at your boat. "

"If you really love it..."

Ye Qingxuan paused, looked into Igor's eyes, and told him:

"——Then kill it and let it live again."

——

On the coast, in the freezing rain, a young man wearing a black poncho ran forward.

His lips turned white in the cold night, the lenses of his glasses were covered with water droplets, and there was a statistics sheet on the board in his hand. A few steps away from Ye Qingxuan, he raised his sleeve to wipe away the snot from his nose, and then presented the report:

"Your Excellency, everything has been moved and the inspection has been completed. There is a small problem with the keel, but Bishop Carroll promises to fix it within an hour."

"Then get ready."

Ye Qingxuan waved his hand and threw the report into the sea: "The last rest time is coming to an end, friends. In an hour, we will go to the battlefield. Regardless of success or failure, we will not come back."

The young man nodded and ran away.

Ye Qingxuan stood on the beach, waiting silently, and the sound of steel roaring came from afar. The tower crane loaded the last supplies into the ship. From then on, the fortress became empty, and all meaningful things would be taken away by the members of the Ministry of Doctrine and left with Ye Qingxuan.

When the last flame went out, Ye Qingxuan turned his head and looked behind him through the rain.

In the cold drizzle, the priests in red stood respectfully in the mud, and the rain fell into the mud along their robes, echoing faint ripples.

They were silent, like ghosts, holding high the flags of burning holy emblems, like quiet flames burning in the rain.

Sensing Ye Qingxuan's gaze, they bowed their heads respectfully, and the white breath like souls spewed out of their mouths and noses with their breathing, gathered together, and rose into the sky. It was the curling white smoke rising from the embers of the fire.

A total of 1,041 people.

Two hundred and thirty apprentices.

Four hundred witch hammer knights.

One hundred and thirty purification musicians.

One hundred and ninety organists.

…

These are all Ye Qingxuan's followers, the only thing he can control in this world.

"The time has come, sir."

Shi Dong walked out of the crowd, knelt on one knee, and presented his sword with both hands: "Please give the order."

A deep echo came in the turbulence of the ripples of the water, and everyone knelt on the ground with Shi Dong, waiting for Ye Qingxuan's words.

Ye Qingxuan lowered his head and looked at the long sword presented by Shi Dong with both hands, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

In a trance, he seemed to see Hermes staring at him in the distance, with those dead souls, with the same mocking smile as always, whispering in his ear:

"All wrong paths start from now on."

So, Ye Qingxuan couldn't help laughing.

This world has been moving on the wrong path for long enough.

Now it's time to change.

Starting from this day.

From this moment on.

He reached out, grasped the hilt, and raised it high.

The blade cut through the rain, emitting a long aftertaste.

The illusions dissipated, and the souls left this world.

And the light of the flame shone from the rain.

"Remember this day, gentlemen!"

In the burning glow of the holy belt, he said: "The Inquisition is re-established on this day!"

"Today, we rise again from the quagmire of pain, embarrassment and embarrassment. On the road of torture and hardships, we have never lost our dreams and souls."

"Now, we have to tell everyone - those sinners, those wanderers and those noble big men... We have not died, we are back!"

He raised the burning holy belt in his hand and declared to them:

"I promise in the name of God that what you do is the righteousness of the world, what you hold is the sacred crown, and what you welcome is the lofty justice!"

In the burning light, countless people responded in unison:

"Sir, all the glory of the world will belong to you!"

So, the sea and the sky were turbulent.

A magnificent roar burst out from afar.

Amid the countless loud noises of the waves, what came was a sharp scream that shook the earth.

Countless copper nails wedged into the stone made sharp sounds, rubbed against the iron stone, and sparks burst out. They were pulled out of the rock by the tight steel cable, splitting the air, and low whistles one after another.

Among the countless broken things, the behemoth tore through the nest that nurtured itself, broke through the layers of gray-black felt, tore off all the steel cables, crushed all the fixing rivets into pieces, bathed in the cold rain, and broke into the sea and sky.

It was a warship that was so huge that it was jaw-dropping.

The whistle burst into a roar, and the warship rushed into the sea, raising a hurricane, smashing the dead waves, and the scales covering the side of the ship cut the reefs and dams like a knife, hitting the dam at the exit of the safe harbor, and sailed into the ocean with a roar.

On the bow, the bleak white giant snake skull burned with the scorching flames from the ether furnace, releasing a dazzling glow. Just a little forward, it set off a strong wind and huge waves.

That is the nightmare and disaster that has returned, the Nomadic Mountain!

The monster created by this world has finally been born on this world.

"Let's go, my friends."

Ye Qingxuan smiled at the Lightless Sea:

"——One day, we will set this world on fire with the stake!"