Black sails

Chapter 43 XLIII. God’s Petition

Two days later.

early morning.

When the first ray of morning light breaks through the sky and shines on the entire east coast.

finally.

The Eternal Sect found a towering tree with lush branches and thick roots. There were no plants around the rubble pile. It seemed that all the water and nutrients in the soil had been sucked dry by it.

A “place of petition” par excellence.

In the special inspection team, in addition to Zahak, the general person in charge, there is also the adjutant who is responsible for supervising the work, and it is Marcus, the priest of the Eternal Sect.

"Start a petition."

Marcus said this with a pious tone.

His lower jaw seemed to have been removed. It was embedded with rough and somewhat rusty steel. The teeth below were all made of black metal. His tone was quite hoarse when he spoke. His hair was dry, and his face was covered with sharp scratches. A trace of kindness, his eyes are completely cloudy and blind, and he relies on some kind of magical power to observe the environment.

Marcus wore a simple chainmail and a holy silver-white armband on his left hand, engraved with the emblem of the Dragon of Eternity and Time, exactly the same as every gold coin circulating in the Western Continent.

What Zahak didn't know was that Marcus had already received information about the pursuers from the Patriarch, and that the Pope was now powerful enough to rival the Emperor.

The existence of the "Disaster Witch" is a blasphemy to the "Eternal Lord". In order to cleanse the filth, a petition must be made so that the Dragon Lord can witness the believers' piety and give them strength.

Marcus brought eighty-one death row prisoners from the dungeon of the admiral's castle in Linden City. Here, ninety-nine also has the concept of an extreme number.

Even the once lawless pirates and bandits were frightened out of their wits by this kind of battle.

The "priest", who was armed with over twenty black iron and heavy plate armor and was already a bit bloated, used a sharp ax to sharpen all the thick branches of this plump tree.

It was a bulky giant who seemed to have some mental retardation. He was more than five meters tall. The nerves near his lips were confused. He twisted his lips left and right to speak incomprehensibly. With a frightening scream, the giant forcefully penetrated a prisoner. The branch penetrated into his belly and came out from his back.

The giant continued to push inward stupidly, and the branches became thicker and thicker. The condemned prisoner's screams became louder and louder. In the end, it turned into a weak whimper. It had reached the end and his head hit the trunk of the tree.

The remaining 80 people couldn't sit still, and the lessons learned from the past were a bit scary.

"Fuck you, I'll give you a happy death." A pirate was extremely angry. The religion of Aram can be tyrannical in his own homeland. The criminals in the prison here want it, and the cowardly Admiral Pao doesn't dare to risk it. One was so frustrated, "If I had been born twenty years earlier, I would have followed the old king and killed all of you dogs."

"Hush, be silent."

Marcus was not angry, he needed silence now.

"What the hell Eternal Dragon..."

The pirate hasn't finished speaking yet.

He had been lifted out by a priest, and then he took out a flail full of iron spikes. More than a dozen priests also surrounded him.

More than a dozen flails began to attack him, like a strong wind and rain. Each time, they swung their arms in a large swing, exerting all their strength.

Nearly half a minute later.

It couldn't be called a corpse. There were no complete bones. The largest bone fragment was only the size of a fingernail. If you had to describe it, it was like a broth with too much salt that couldn't be dissolved.

The petition continues.

Within a few minutes, the petition umbrella was completed. The layout design on the tree focused on symmetrical composition, and the blood drops continued to fall like a localized shower.

"Their bodies have returned to the distant dust, while their souls have entered the peaceful eternity and found rest."

Marcus said no more.

The Eternal Sect is not a cult and does not require too much etiquette. The Dragon Lord is generous and kind. As long as the heart is sincere, it is enough. It is useless to talk too much.

After listening to Zahak's words last night, Ysnu couldn't sleep. She couldn't help no matter where she was. She had to find Caruso and Gloria. Whether she could keep her official title was a trivial matter. Her life was at stake.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the Ys girl was ready to ask her adjutant Marcus about his progress and whether he had found any secret anchorage along the nearby coast.

Yalan is different from other countries. There is no separation of lords. No matter how big the Duke is, he is also the director of the provincial office. The imperial capital is centralized, and the influence of the palace is infinitely magnified. Being an official requires a seamless and seamless process. There is no secret harbor for avoiding taxes. , because of Taijuan, everyone monitors each other. If you are caught accidentally, you will have to go to court. You win, win, win, and finally lose everything. I will stay steady and become a high official in the end.

In other countries, when you go out to buy cigarettes, you will encounter eight tax evasion and smuggling ports.

As soon as the Ys girl arrived, she saw Marcus doing business, and she felt a little sympathetic to the pirate. Why did she mess with him?

See Marcus is done.

The Ys girl no longer hesitated and stepped forward to ask about the progress, "Priest, how is the search for the secret ports along the coast going?"

"The Dragon Lord hasn't given the direction yet."

Marcus replied calmly. He was blind and could sense everything with the invisible magic that surrounded him.

The women in Ys are all stupid, so what he means is, you guys haven’t started yet? I'm going to do something big, brother, I can't catch anyone, my aunt, I'm going to turn into a bandit. Wait, I saw some kind of piracy bill in "Travels of Arkania". Women can't be taken on board. The reason why some pirate ships bring women is as a tool to vent their anger.

That's not someone who wants to be thrown into a boat. It seems... pretty good? But as time goes by, you may still be unable to bear it, so you might as well give up.

Marcus said so.

Ysu Nu did not dare to refute at all. The Eternal Sect was very powerful in Alanya, and the power of these priests was at its peak. It would not be a big problem to kill herself on the spot.

Thinking about what happened to that pirate, I might as well forget it.

"Okay, I'll take my leave now."

Yisu Nu has nothing to say, and is going to go back to find Zahak and ask Zahak to deal with this priest. Can't he cure you bunch of bastards?

Half an hour later.

The Ys woman successfully waved people over. Zahak had done everything in detail in the past two days, but something went wrong at this link. Before coming, he had ordered the military police to take over the work that Marcus should do and search the secret port. He came to confront Marcus.

Zahak's eyes were cold, and Marcus was looking at the cliffs on the coast.

They are all blind, how can they still see the scenery? Yisu woman cursed, let's see how my elder brother treats you.

"Marcus." Zahak called him by his first name and added: "This matter has far-reaching consequences. How dare you be so slack?"

Zahak looked at the "Petition Umbrella". It was ridiculous to do such nonsense at this time. The Pope was now covering the sky with only one hand in the country, and these hawks were becoming more and more arrogant.

"Are you religious?"

Marcus asked rhetorically.

"Aram believes in freedom. I don't believe in the so-called Eternal Lord. I am only loyal to the Emperor."

Zahak doesn’t mince words.

The Ys girl almost cheered, he is indeed a big brother, he is so handsome.

"The commander of the military police gave me the highest authority for this operation. You should have fulfilled your duty of supervision, but you have violated the law. I can kill you now."

Zahak drew his sword out of its sheath, blood-red mist flashed, and the blade turned completely crimson. The moment it was pulled out, the birds in the forest fled away in fear and screamed wildly.

The priests numbering twenty or so were not afraid of Zahak at all. They wore black iron dragon-mask masks with only two holes showing for the eyes. They were extremely fierce and approached one after another.

"Hush, be silent." Marcus sensed something, "The Dragon Lord has given guidance."

Zahak looked back and saw that the pool of blood under the big tree was flowing slowly like a bloody hand, crawling several meters away and then dissipating into blood mud.