Chapter 32 Eliad

"Sorry, I went to sweep the tomb yesterday and came back in the middle of the night, so I didn't have time to update it. I'll try my best to write more later to make up for it."

The disk-like full moon hangs high in the sky, and the ocean is bathed in silver light, filled with thin fog. Silent ships broke through the sea and rolled up the white waves, revealing their long dorsal fins, as if they were a group of tiger sharks chasing seals.

"Faceless" Iliad stood in the bow, pressing the hilt of the sword with one hand and resting on the bow statue of the sea monster with teeth and claws. He was surrounded by countless starry lights. Around him, countless ships are as dense as sardines. If it is daytime, he must be able to see banners and wide sails covering the sky. But even if it is a quiet night, the lights on the ship are far more prosperous and brilliant than the stars overhead.

Iliad admitted that in his memory, this was the second time he had seen such a huge fleet.

Those old people with rusty bones once said that in the past, the Leo Islands were a unified city-state, and their warships were world-famous, and countless towering ships were moored in every port. If they go to sea together, they are enough to block the whole star ocean.

The faceless" is convinced of this. The murals in the Sea Temple depict such scenes countless times. He even saw Pogos show the powerful power of separating the oceans in the Hall of Bones. That's what really happened." The priest of the temple told him with incomparable certainty that the priest even removed the records of stone carvings to prove that what he said was true. He was extremely sorry that he could not be born in that amazing era, the era of gods.

However, although he still believes in Neptune, and although he does not hesitate to obey the prophet who acts in the name of Neptune, as a faceless person who previously served the sea temple, Eliad knows that what Ainblo's alchemists say is true and there is no deception or falsehood. Like those wise old men and priests, he recognized the reality - the gods could no longer respond to their prayers. At this time, the crystal palace where God lived was dead and shrouded in endless darkness.

Iliad once sadly thought that such a glorious era would not come again, but he never thought that he could see such a huge fleet with his own eyes. When he was young, he only saw countless sails comparable to this time, but it was a warship belonging to Ainblo. The old people said that this was only one-third of the peak of the Leo Islands. Faceless" looked at the shaking dark shadows around him, and the lights of the stars seemed to be a pair of eyes as big as copper bells on the sea monster. He found that he still could not imagine what the sea monster fleet would be like when it was rampant on the sea in the miracle era.

Because most of the surrounding ships do not belong to them, let alone made of solid iron and wood of the Leo Islands. In Eliad's eyes, they are fragile, like paper, and they are like toys in children's hands. Without huge waves, just a faint ups and downs can overturn them all and get involved in the bottom of the sea. How can they be qualified to hold the flag of the sea monster? But the prophet told him that they needed the participation of these people - the guys they called "drowned" - literally, a group of pirates and desperadowrs who were immersed in the sea and survived.

"Their ships can boost the momentum." The prophet shaman said, "And the song of the ancestors will make them obey and obey completely." I hope so, Eliad thought, I hope the prophet's magic will not go wrong. Otherwise... he dares not think about it anymore." The faceless man stood in the bow of the ship and felt that the sea breeze at night was colder than any moment.

"Head," Eliad's deputy came up.

His voice recalled his thoughts. What's wrong? Haven't you slept yet?" Eliad asked.

"I can't sleep." His deputy hesitated with a hesitant face.

"Do you have anything to say?" Eliad glanced around without a trace. The deck was empty, and only the windshield lamp hanging on the mast emitted a faint yellow light. There is no one else here. If you have something to say, just say it.

Desp, his deputy also hesitated for a long time. "Head," his face showed uneasiness and doubt, "where are we going? Everyone's heart is not accurate."

They have been away from the nest for a whole week. They sail quietly, turned a blind eye to everything around them, gave up several targets worth looting, and sailed through several oily golden bays. They neither supplemented food nor filled with fresh water. The sea monster's footsteps never stop and always move forward. Sometimes the "faceless" Eliad also feels that they are more like embarking on a journey of unsuccessful success.

"Fresh water is running out," Eliad's side, his deputy continued to complain, "vegetables and fruits have rotted and deteriorated, and we only eat unchanged sea fish all day long. Head, if it goes on like this, we will die of thirst!" His voice is getting louder and louder.

The Prophet Lidar was at their feet and prayed in the cabin. He didn't want his men to be named to sound the storm horn because of his angry words.

"Be quiet, be quiet." Eliad shouted in a low voice. I know all this." He eats the same food as his men, but how can't he know the worse changes? I'm not blind."

"No, boss, that's not what I mean." His deputy lowered his voice, "I mean... I heard that there were already people on the ship of the flooded. There were several disturbances just yesterday..." No wonder it was so noisy last night. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid we will..." He stopped talking.

His faith was not so firm, Eliad realized. Shut up! Don't think about this anymore!" He warned the other party harshly, "If you don't want to die, take care of your mouth!"

With the passage of time, even the islanders of Leo are less convinced of the existence of Nepion. After all, they are not fools, and their unrequited faith is fragile compared with the coming death. As a faceless person, Eliad has nothing to do about it. This is the sadness of every believer in the era of God's death.

"The Lord of the Sea is above." Eliad hinted kindly.

His deputy is still smart. The sea god is on top. His men prayed devoutly and no longer asked.

However, Eliad had the same confusion in his heart as his deputy, and he lingered in his heart and never lingered. He walked down the deck and got into the cabin. After a moment of hesitation, he raised his hand in front of the door.

"Is it Iliad?" The prophet's voice sounded before he knocked on the door. Eliad's heart trembled slightly, and he didn't know if the prophet had heard their previous conversation. Terrible magic is more frightening than knowing the mind and awe-inspiring gods. At this time, he understood this point. Come in."

Iliad took a deep breath and pushed the door in.

The room burned incense and was filled with smoke. The prophet Lidar has taken off his steel robe - Eliad had seen with inverted thorns in the priest's clothing of the sea god, and even the priests in the skeleton hall would not wear it now. Since ancient times, it has only belonged to the most traditional stubborn fanatical believers who vowed to serve the king of the sea for life. They don't marry and don't have children. Their whole life and soul belong to the god of the sea monster, the god of the sea monster, the god of Naga, and the god of Leo Islands. The prophet Shaman showed a bloody upper body with a shallow smile on his face, "Iliad, what's the matter?" He asked gently.

"I'm sorry to bother you so late."

"It's never too late for God's servants." The prophet replied. His eyes were like the ocean, and Eliad felt it so much, reflecting the starry sky at night. The king of the sea told me that your heart was full of confusion and confusion.

"Yes." Even in the face of the priests in the skeleton hall, the "faceless" have never been as feared as they are now. He felt that his secrets were all exposed to the sun. I have a lot of questions." He replied tremblingly.

"Say it, say it all." The prophet said gently, "Even if he makes a mistake, the tolerant king of the sea will still forgive his children. But I don't think you will make mistakes, right? Your faith is so firm.

Iliad thought about it for a while and didn't know how much to say. The prophet always smiled, neither urging nor showing any impatience. Next to him, the gilded octopus sea god emitted a mysterious luster in the candlelight, and the smoke and dust rose lightly, like a ghost.

"We don't have enough fresh water and food." He hesitated to speak. He wanted to stop, but he couldn't help spitting out everything little by little. He talked about the drowned and told the prophet shaman that they all hated each other, and then everything gushed out - the faceless felt that all his resistance gradually rose with the little smoke in the room, got out of the window, and could no longer find any trace - mutiny, unstable faith, as a faceless person What he saw and heard, as well as his chagrin and dreams. He seems to be making a confession of atonement. Where on earth are we going? He finally asked.

The prophet listened attentively. He blinked from time to time, but neither angry nor interrupted. After Iliad finished speaking, he slightly restrained his smile, which made him feel confused and out of control. I promise that your wish will eventually come true. The prophet whispered, "And it's not far away now. You can even touch it right away.

Iliad was dizzy, "Really?" He tried his best to stay awake.

The prophet stood up. The pale palm, which had been soaked in water for a long time and wrinkled, put on his shoulder. This is a gift from the king of the sea to his lamb. Come on, let me show you. Do you want to come with me?"

"Where are you going?"

"Not far, just on the deck. You don't even need to use a telescope. The prophet whispered kindly, "Come on, let's see our future, the future of the Leos."

demagogic words. Priests and prophets are always good at this. However, such an idea is fleeting. It's good to listen to it. Anyway, there is no loss." All right." So he stood up like a puppet.

Iliad stood side by side with the prophet in the bow, and in front of them was a continuous dark and boundless ocean. The faceless only saw the silvery sea and the broken sky.

"What about the future?" He didn't see anything.

"It's right there." The prophet said. The answer is ahead, which is the instructions given to us by Nepno.

He raised his hand.

The fog suddenly came and quickly dispersed.

A realistic picture scroll close at hand is displayed in front of the faceless. Eliad saw the towering lighthouse and the starry city. Where is this? He asked confusedly.

"You already know it in your heart."

Yes, he already knew that it was Crab Bay, which was a thousand lake city-state. There is a fleet that claims to be invincible. But the prophet told him in his ear, "It belongs to us." He said, "Once it was... We will take her back and redistribute the glory of Neptune here, instead of allowing pagans to preach hypocrites and build temples." The prophet gritted his teeth and said, "This is a battle of faith, Eliad."

Even if God has passed away, his faith is still strong. Yes." The faceless responded loudly. Every word of the prophet was nailed into his mind, and every word he said was the supreme truth.

God's dignity cannot be trampled on. Eliad clenched the handle of the knife. His eyes were full of anger.

This time, we will fight against Leo's sad fate. Only real soldiers can lead us to victory. The prophet finally ordered, "Tell your deputy that he will play the horn of war."

"It's his honor to serve God." Eliad did not hesitate to obey his orders.