539 Keel and Virtue

The School of Modifications was now much more useful than Ye Qingxuan!

Even three resonances was enough to repair the holes in the hull and temporarily strengthen the ship.

As for the Son of the Phoenix, who had vomited so much that his face turned extremely pale, Ye Qingxuan dropped him on the bridge and let him direct from there. Out of those present, he understood the nature of the heaven catastrophes and beastliness the most. He would definitely find a better way to deal with the Mountain of Nomadism than Ye Qingxuan would.

After the appearance of the Holy Grail, the Mountain of Nomadism changed his sloppiness and contempt. Dark green liquid poured from his pores, and dyed the vast sea. Then, the seawater began to evaporate, turned into a thick mist, and swallowed them.

Soon after, Ye Qingxuan discovered that the metamorphosed seawater had an pervasive erosion effect apart from the violent poisonousness.

The holy light of the outermost layer was darkened under the erosion of the dark green vapor.

If the musicians of the School of Choir saw such a fierce poison, they would crazily delighted.

Ye Qingxuan now also had a crazy impulse.

Fortunately, Captain Igor didn't disappoint him this time.

"Cannonball!"

Knowing that this time they would either die or win, Igor no longer panicked.

The ferociousness that had accumulated for more than 30 years on the sea exploded, burning his eyes red like flames. "There's a cannonball in my ship!"

Ye Qingxuan was shocked. Cannonball?

"Will that work?"

"Most of the cannonballs on board are meant for hunting whales or driving away demons. Although the power is enormous, it could only be said to be passable in this situation."

"Maybe it can't even shoot through the scales of the Mountain of Nomadism."

"Would a person be terrified by an embroidery needle?"

"What's more, the stuff is so cumbersome that it will be difficult to move and take a long time to install."

"It's possible to shoot a fixed target, but if we use it as a weapon now, I can only say that… half a loaf is better than no loaf at all."

"Have a look first!" Igor knew clearly what he was thinking. He opened the secret room in the bridge and pulled out the safety bolt.

A roaring sound suddenly rang from the inside of the hull. Through the glass on the bridge, Ye Qingxuan saw the deck suddenly open. The folded mechanical structure hidden within shook violently and unfolded with a sharp rubbing sound. The grease filled between the gears, and the hub was melted by high heat, squeezed out of the gaps, and sprinkled down.

Within a few seconds, an exaggeratedly giant cannonball had already broken through the unlucky figurehead erected at the prow of the ship.

After an aether engine was installed in it, high-heat aether waves ran through the alchemy matrix, glowing like burning lava. The entire cannonball was bathed in flames.

"Is that a cannonball?" Ye Qingxuan was dumbfounded. "You told me that it was a cannonball?"

"That giant weapon was obviously made by the psychopaths of the Chainsaw Fraternity to destroy the 'point-to-point siege matrix' of a city wall!"

"That is a legion-type weapon, right? It was born to destroy strong barriers. The Chainsaw Fraternity calls it the 'Keel,' because it contains power as strong as an evil dragon's."

"Since its first test shot when it tore a crack through an entire city, all the finished products were divided by the countries. Then the government prohibited the reproduction, transportation, or the sale of the weapon."

"But when did Igor hide the giant weapon in the hull?"

"Under the supervision of all countries and the shipyard of the Sacred City…"

"It's a merchant ship!"

"What is he doing with this monstrosity on his ship?!"

"This is a second-hand stuff that I bought from Caucasus. It really took me a lot of work." Igor rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "Well, actually, it was abandoned equipment. It will break after one more shot or two… Mr. Ye, you're not going to report me to the Sacred City, right?"

Although saying that, he didn't worry at all.

They were rats on the same boat; they would die together if they couldn't win. Moreover, what Ye Qingxuan wanted to do was much more unacceptable than he did.

Igor was now very grateful for the wise decision that he made previously.

He saved money for years, and had just gotten rid of his bad reputation. Igor didn't want to slip-up and fall into the trap again.

The pirates were the ones who knew the pirates the most.

The peers were the ones who knew their peers the most.

Unexpectedly, when the ship was launched into the sea for the first time, he took over a life-risking mission for money, and sailed to Anglo. This terrible, precious stuff would be first used to shoot the Mountain of Nomadism of legend.

Now, although hearing the good news, Ye Qingxuan still felt depressed.

Not enough.

The power was still not enough.

The power of the point-to-point attacking matrix was based on the design of the "triple composite overload filling," fueled by the massive supply of power of a military aether furnace. Its overloading capacity was three times stronger than that of the other weapons, which greatly reduced its service life, but gave even a single shot terrifying, destructive power.

A civilian aether engine couldn't let it exert its full power, or activate part of the matrix.

Moreover, they only had one chance...

At this time, the weak musician next to him—the Son of Phoenix, who finally finished vomiting, got up against the wall and raised his hand faintly. "Sir... When I came from the Indian Branch Office, I brought a 'cup of virtue' with me."

"We could definitely win this time!"

Ye Qingxuan was shocked at first, and then suddenly became overjoyed. He had never expected that there would be so much good stuff in the ship.

The seven cups of virtue included honesty, hope, generosity, justice, courage, temperance, and tolerance. One of them was here in the ship!

"The minister said that we might use it… so I brought it here," the Son of Phoenix said anxiously. "But the Indian Branch Office only has the cup of temperance, and I don't know if it'll work."

The "cups of virtue" sounded like a beautiful name, but it was actually a joke in Anglo.

The seven cups of virtue were seven notorious, large-scale weapons for biological alchemy. No, they should be described as the alchemical makers.

As long as the aether supply was sufficient, they could create all kinds of evil things without restriction.

Humans were always keen on creating things to destroy their counterparts.

For example, the "hope," the best of them, was sealed by the Anglo's Royal Fleet and included in the blacklist. At first, the Royal Fleet guaranteed that they would never use it in war.

It was said that in just five minutes, one teaspoon of the turquoise gas it produced could kill all the living things in half a city.

Although it was already a pleasant surprise to have one cup of virtue, Ye Qingxuan still felt disappointed when he heard its name of "temperance."

It was given the name because of the terrible concentration of the poisonous liquid it produced.

But making it exert its power required a considerable amount of poisonous liquid—at least a few hundred milliliters at a time.

If the liquid was poured into the headwaters of a river, all the water systems, river banks, and crops that relied on water irrigation within tens of kilometers would be completely destroyed.

According to current observations, the contaminated land was impossible to restore.

That was why Anglo placed the temperance cup in the biggest colony, India, as a deterrence to evil thoughts. The spices and tea produced on the fertile black soil there each year supplied more than half of the Western World. Food was the lifeblood of Anglo. If the land was lost, it must be completely destroyed, and not allowed to fall into enemy hands.