Chapter 26 Prophet

The sky is blue and cloudless, and the sea is calm and windless. Five three-masted sailboats are in a triangular formation, surrounded by nearly 20 sloop or two-masted boats. Their sails swelled and went forward at full speed. It's like a group of sharks stirring up large white waves in the sea.

Black octopus flag fluttered on the ship. The eight-clawed sea monster holds a sword, hammer and shield, and wears a gem coral crown, which looks nondescript and makes people laugh. However, the sailors on the ship were extremely religious, and the rustle of the wind tearing the flag was like an inspiring horn. They were naked, sweating all over, pulling reins, rowing long oars, and shouting, as if they had endless strength.

"Faceless", when the warrior Eliad came in to report, the prophet Shaman of Neptune was worshipping Neptune in the captain's room.

He was wearing steel armor as usual, but he had taken off the helmet that covered his head, revealing a square face, like a knife and axe, and his hair like dead grass crawled on the top of his head like seaweed that had lost moisture. In front of him, a one-foot-high gold-plated octopus sea god was placed in a silver basin full of fresh water, surrounded by corals, shells, pearls and various gemstones.

The prophet's shaman's eyes are deep, but his eyes are like a torch, and his perseverance is like steel. His right hand wearing iron gloves grabbed a bunch of wet seaweed next to him and said something. Suddenly, the seaweed ignited spontaneously in his hand. Seagrass ignited the cyan fire tongue and made the shaman's iron gloves hot, but he didn't seem to notice it at all. He held high the burning seaweed and worshipped the ugly octopus, and finally put it in a silver basin. Suddenly, there was a sky-swilight flame in the basin, and the blue and purple fireworks were twisting and beating.

In the firelight, the prophet shaman buried his head deeply, "May the sea god have mercy on his believers." He said.

"May the sea god have mercy." Eliad then bowed down.

They straightened their backs until the flames went out.

"Your Excellency the Prophet." The "faceless man" with the same steel armor found an opportunity to say, "We will be there soon."

They have been sailing away from Thorn Bay for more than a week, but the gentle wind has accompanied them. Although the storm covered the distant sea level, it never affected them. They followed the ocean current and bypassed many islands to replenish fresh water several times, when they were heading for the final destination this time.

"This is all due to the blessing of Neptune." The prophet Shaman said loudly, "He gave us a calm sea and called the south wind to help us move forward. Only then can we be as fast as a shuttle, as fast as an arrow away from the string.

"The king of the sea is omnipotent." The faceless lowered his noble head to the bronze statue of the octopus again.

"He will lead us to be invincible."

"There is no way to attack." Eliad answered, "Lord Prophet, please tell me what we should do next."

"Don't worry, don't be nervous." The prophet Shaman said calmly, "The king of the sea has given us a foreshadowing in the sea of burning flames: blood and fire, sorrow and tears, howling and slaughter."

The faceless" face showed fear, "We will fail?" He asked in a panic.

"No, it will only be our enemies who fail." The prophet said, "The king of the sea told me that we will win this time. The cabin is full of cargo and the deck is full of prisoners. We will be full of wealth and women, and we will have a feast at home! Enjoy the wine and food, and taste the sweetness of victory!"

"Fight for God, don't hesitate to die!" The faceless man's face depicted oil paint. He straightened his chest and pressed the handle of the axe around his waist. The unbeliever is right in front of us, and the king of the sea tells us when to attack?"

"He told me everything." The prophet shaman lit the incense in the incense burner next to the gilded bronze statue, "Tell our sailors, believers of the king of the sea, to take off the sails and act at night."

"Night?"

"That's what the Lord of the Sea ordered." The prophet said devoutly, "We obey God's will."

"However, we are not good at night warfare, let alone land warfare."

"We will bring fire to the weak aliens and let them dance and howl in the fire to please the Lord of the Sea." The prophet shaman stared into the eyes of the "faceless" and said, "Only the light of fire can make them submit and make them believe in the Lord of the sea and fire."

"They are all aliens, and they don't deserve to believe in the king of the sea!"

"Knee down, Eliad!" The prophet Shaman suddenly shouted sharply, "Kneel down in front of Neptune!"

The faceless man was stunned for a moment, but he did not say a word and obediently knelt on the hard and cold floor.

"Raise your head and look into the eyes of Neptune." The prophet Shaman asked loudly, "Iliad, are you the son of the sea god?"

"Of course I am!" Faceless replied without hesitation, "I was born in the sea and grew up in the sea. I have been a believer of Neptune since I was a child, and I will be the same from now on. I am a servant of Neptune and live for Neptune. I am even willing to enter Neptune's palace now to be his servant, be his servant, and sharpen his sword for him.

"Do you want to spread the glory of Neptune?"

"This is what I wish for the whole life!"

"It is also the vision of every believer of the king of the sea." The prophet Shaman said lightly, "So you want to make the glory of the king of the sea shine on the continent? Or is it only on this narrow ocean that scares people of the prestige of the king of the sea?

"Of course, it spread his reputation all over the world."

"But we are only in a starry ocean, and further away, there is a sea of ice, a sea of silence... and a larger and more open continent." The prophet Shaman helped each other up and said earnestly, "It's not enough for us alone. We need more companions."

The faceless man was silent for a while and said dryly, "The king of the sea will not accept aliens."

"God has a generous heart." The prophet shaman said, "Only those who have been tested will become one of us."

"But the land people firmly believe that the gods have passed away."

"So only blood and fire can make them change their attitude. The king of the sea will help us. The prophet shaman said firmly. Behind him, a horn hung on the bulkhead. It is made of the giant teeth of sea demons, which are inlaid with several circles of bright gems, and several rows of magic patterns are evenly arranged on it. This is the grace of God. He finally said.

The faceless finally took the order away. The prophet could hear another shout from the sailors outside. They lowered their sails, threw down their anchors, and stopped helplessly in the sea, waiting for the night to come.

The prophet shaman gently stroked the horn with his hand. Tonight's battle is only allowed to succeed and cannot be defeated. If he wins, his position will be stable, and his prestige will be invincible. If he fails, he will not only be questioned, but also his peers will die of hunger and internal struggle. He has no way out and no choice.

The sea is our fertile soil, and the sea is our granary. Leo said so, but the reality is that fish and shrimp can't feed everyone. Lidal clenched his fist. That stupid woman is right. There is no food to eat without trade. But tradition is our pride and our roots! Without the ancient tradition, it is better to take off this steel armor and be a cowardly lander. He thought with resentment, took off the horn, bowed to the stupid smiling octopus twice, and walked out of the cabin.

When night fell, the flagship "King of the Sea" towed the anchor, raised the sails and moved forward.

Leo warriors are all dressed in hard armor, holding axe machetes and wooden shields, arranged neatly; sailors are holding crossbow machines, killing all over. The prophet shaman stood in front of them, also fully armed, holding a three-foot short cane. One end of the short stick is inlaid with jewels, while the other end is stitched with a sharp blade.

"The king of the sea gave me a foreshadowing." He tapped the deck with a short stick and said loudly, "He said that there is a gathering place for believers, and we will act as the role of Neptune, reflect his will, and completely convince them of the omnipotent power of Neptune! We fought bravely to please our God. Listen, this wave, this wind, is the excited shouting of the king of the sea. Let the fire rise to the sky and act as the eyes of the king of the sea with the flames that dispel the darkness! The people of the king of the sea, he will protect us and make us invincible!"

"H Long live the King of the Sea!" The islanders raised their weapons, beat their shields with swords, and shouted loudly. They were extremely excited because of God, their faces were crazy and excited, and their shouts shocked the sky. Look, ugly spider, this is the face of our Leo Islanders themselves. We are what you landers call lions, not caged sheep or rabbits on the grass!

The prophet Shaman patrolled the excited crowd, and finally he found an ideal partner. You," he pointed to a young man holding a crossbow, "you are the one who blows the horn of the king of the sea."

The named young man's eyes were mixed with ecstasy and panic. He took the horn tremblingly and hung the string made of shark skin around his neck. "Dear Prophet, when will you blow it?"

"The King of the Sea will tell you." The prophet shaman replied.

In the sky, the octopus monster fleet is like a cluster of killer whales, quietly sailing to the target. A huge island was right in front of us, and a slight firelight faintly came from the cliffs through the dense jungle.

"Prophet, we will be found by the lookout before we get close in such weather." The faceless "Iliad is worried." If we rush up like this, we will kill a lot of people.

"Are you questioning the decision of the Lord of the Sea?" The prophet Shaman questioned coldly.

"No, I, I never did."

The prophet stared at him coldly, "As a believer of Neptune, all we have to do is to obey God's orders unconditionally. Even if he makes us die immediately, we will be willing to die generously.

"But...but..."

"Your belief is not firm enough." The prophet said, "But God is kind. He will not watch his people die in vain. He already has a way..."

"What can I do?"

The prophet shaman closed his eyes and whispered to communicate with God. The sea penetrated into his armor and made him tremble. But he has to grit his teeth and persist. After a while, he slowly opened his eyes and said to the faceless, "You have to prove your faith and make your faith your strong shield and your sword, so that you will not be afraid of any enemies."

"I will do this!" Eliad said righteously, "It is the glory of soldiers to fight to the death!"

"That's good. Let the messenger in God blow the horn. The prophet ordered, "The king of the sea told me that with a short voice, it will be a military horn. The fog will rise, and his guards will come from the bottom of the sea to kill the enemy side by side with us."

The huge horn makes a majestic sound, vast and far away. The sound of sound waves colliding with the waves was deafening, as if it had passed straight to the sky. After a long time, the young man spewed out a mouthful of blood, and the fog suddenly spread around from all directions. The moonlight was dim and soon disappeared. After a while, three rag warships full of oysters and seaweed appeared from the fog. They flew fast, as if they had passed through the "King of the Sea" and sailed straight to the island.

"Attack." The prophet ordered.

The faceless person signaled the sailor to beat the drum.

Drums burst over the waves, and each warship made a shout.

They followed the ghost ship and rushed to the coast.

This is also a pirate's den, but late at night, the pirates are either drunk or have fallen asleep. The fog covered their tracks, and the waves covered their footsteps. The ghosts were the vanguard and first attacked the overwhelmed archers. The arrow passed through them and could not cause any damage, while the ghost came forward with a ferocious smile, hugged them, grabbed them by the neck, and gave them a kiss of death. The Leo Islanders rushed to the pirates who had just woken up from their sleep. The machete broke their chest and the axe was embedded in their heads.

The faceless ignored these soldiers and soldiers. He rushed across the outer defense line first and went straight to the largest wooden house in the middle. The sea god was looking at me, and he thought that I should be brave and unstoppable. His body seems to be full of infinite power.

"Kill him!" Someone shouted, "He has only one person."

"Come on, kill me!" He roared and replied, "If you have the guts, come and kill me!"

Several pirates surrounded them, either** or only wearing thin leather armor. In his opinion, this is no different from wearing anything. They waved their swords and axes, but they always wandered around the periphery. He could feel the fear in their eyes.

"The seedless sissy." He snorted disdainfully and rushed towards a man. The shouts and screams behind him seemed to be drums to cheer him up. He cut off the first man's arm and smashed the second man's shoulder. The third man cut over and was blocked by him with a wooden shield. The blade was stuck on the soft pine shield. He hit the shield on the face of the confused fool with his backhand, knocked it over, and then killed it when he tried to stand up. The last man was scared and threw away the "faceless man" who was trying to pull the axe out of the ribs of the dead. He turned around and screamed and ran away.

"A cowardly landman." He mocked.

He lost interest in chasing the deserters who escaped from the battle and left him to the original ghost. They roared through his body, and he felt a chill, but the enemy's blood splashed on his face made him even more excited.

At this time, the Leo Islanders have followed in his footsteps. They are not interested in their sporadic opponent and let the ghosts enjoy tonight's feast. And they strode forward, rushed up the stairs cut out on the rock, and kicked open the door of the wooden house.

They were greeted by several crossbows.

One of them passed through his shoulder blade and felt as if it had been bitten by a poisonous bee. Soon the soreness and pain spread to his entire back. But he is still lucky that several of his companions have been killed by crossbows.

Iliad's heart was full of anger. May the sea god have mercy. He prayed in a low voice, and then raised his axe and rushed into the enemy group. The crossbowmen didn't have time to step on the crossbow arms for the second crossbow, and the axe was smashed with the hand and crossbow. But an oncoming sword cut his helmet, and his head was dizzy. He stumbled back and gave up his position to his companion.

He took off his sunken helmet in shame and stared at his enemy with red eyes. But an enemy shouted his name in the chaos, "'Faceless' Eliad!" The other party wore a red robe and seemed to get up from **. But his swordsmanship is amazing and has injured several Austrians. That black spider dared to send you to attack me!" He shouted angrily, "Isn't she afraid of our joint revenge?"

That's the past, and now they listen to God's will and fight for God! As for revenge...? Revenge against God? Eliad laughed and said, "Dream about it!"

The opponent's sword dances with a strong wind. The first blow hit his lower plate, and he blocked it with an axe. Before he could retreat, he was stabbed in the chest by the second blow. He raised the wooden shield to block the opponent's next blow, but his sword quickly hit his thigh one after another, making a harsh sound on the steel armor. His speed is very fast, and the faceless realizes it. But his sword is too blunt. The opponent also found this and planned to retreat, but the "faceless" completely ignored his attack. He approached the opponent with a long sword, and then fiercely cut off the opponent's head with an axe.

The battle soon ended, and the horn sounded again. So the fog dissipated and the ghost retreated.

The captured pirate regiment was tied up and squatting on the flat ground outside the wooden house. Fortunately, the women and children who did not become ghost food were concentrated in the blood-stained house where the "faceless" had just fought. Women are assigned to them to enjoy, while children are reduced to slaves.

The faceless man stroked the scarred steel armor and looked around and found that the young man who sounded the horn was missing.

"He is the messenger of the king of the sea. God appreciates him and has connected him to the palace of Nephen." The prophet replied.

The prophet shaman strode into the slippery bloody mud. He looked at the pirates and timid landers who were stunned by ghosts. He thought of them, but he had no choice. So he raised his short stick and taught them. I know that you have no faith, but from today on, you have a god of faith... He is by your side, and you can see it when you raise your eyes... He is an omnipotent sea, a sea of clouds and rain. The seagull is his messenger, and we are the flame in the sea..." He said loudly, "God is a generous man who is willing to believe in the king of the sea. We will spare his life and regard him as our partner."

The outlaws all shouted "yes".

"They won't believe in the king of the sea!" Eliad said.

"I know." The prophet Shaman signaled him to calm down. He asked the soldiers to carry several iron cages and catch several pirates and stuff them into them. Put them in an iron cage and immerse them in the sea. He said, "If there are still people alive after drowning, they are the partners selected by Nephen himself for us."