When the warship slowly fell from the sky, it was like a thick dark cloud. The black iron dragon's wings fanned the friction of the aircraft, bringing up a hurricane that could blow people up into the sky. The devil held the umbrella firmly in his wrist and the king in his other hand. When the hurricane came to him, it disappeared automatically.
The sickle bone wings of those flying buttresses in the castle fluttered again, and the sound of whine, like some long lost horn, came out from the castle layer by layer.
The Dragon Wings of the warship are slightly folded, and the ferocious giant ship is like a tame dragon suddenly docile, falling from the sky and passing by the nearly vertical cliff. The king clearly saw the unique cold light of the ship's armor and the metal on its wings. Soon, the warship came to a stable stop in the front compartment of the dock in the sea of fire.
The pirates on the deck took off their hats and cheered and waved at the king.
These Warwick pirates grinned happily. They didn't think it was bad for the ghost ship to become like this. They were even proud of it.
When the last boat came down, the devil released his hand. He closed his black umbrella and carried it carelessly on the cliff. A circle of invisible black fog rippled open, followed by the sound of gears twisting from behind the platform where he and the king stood, and the rocks under his feet trembled slightly.
When the mechanism touched, the boulders on the originally smooth cliff raised one by one, from top to bottom, forming a ladder leading to the dock.
Hawkins held the grass root in his mouth and looked up at the king with silver hair coming down the stone steps. The air made the king's hair flying. For a moment, Hawkins had the illusion that the young William III and the young Duke of Buckingham came down from the stone steps.
Always crazy, two out of tune neuropathy, the captain was silent for a moment, spit out the grass roots in its mouth.
"Oh, your majesty! Long time no see. It seems that you're doing well in hell, too. " Captain Hawkins exclaimed like a rooster crowing. He stepped forward with a dancing step. "Charles, that nagging fellow, can rest assured. The brave and fearless Warwick pirates pay high respect to you
Then he took off his black hat and bowed to the king as he did when he first met him.
The other pirates had just gathered together and couldn't help showing the look of "hell, why is this disgraceful guy our captain?".
Grela who just stepped forward
The witch lady reconnects with Jennie without expression.
Standing upright, Captain Hawkins had no time to comment on the king's Wharf, when the iron plate under his feet suddenly turned down. The captain let out a "hello", fell down, and the iron plate closed again with a "bang". Grela stepped on the restored deck and bowed to the king.
"Our Miss Jennie has grown up."
The king came up from the pedal that Jennie had put down voluntarily. He reached for the iron railing.
When the king touched the iron railings, dark green rose vines appeared again. The red rose branches stretched out in front of the king and gently touched the king's hand.
"Good day, Miss Jennie."
The king picked the blooming rose and raised it slightly.
The sails of Jennie, which has changed from an old wooden ship to a huge armored warship, are rattling with joy.
"Your Majesty, please."
The witch bowed slightly to guide the king.
Jennie, who has become a dragon winged warship again, is also very excited. Wherever the king goes, the rose will go. A pirate's hand itched and he reached out to pick one. As a result, he got a whip from the vine and hissed for air conditioning.
In the control room, the king saw the core of the alchemy ship.
A blue flame was suspended in the tubular column of transparent crystal, and jumped merrily when the king came in. Obviously, he has his own consciousness. Next to the crystal column, there is a thick stack of scrolls. When he saw the scrolls, the king took a look at the devil.
Grela has been ready for all the early work, she has already picked out the contract scroll for those pirates who died in the battle.
The ancient contract scrolls are rolled out, and the words on them show a strange power in the light of fire. At the end of the scroll, the pirate's blood drops in place of their names, as the node of the contract. The witch lit a strange candle, light white smoke floated away in the cabin, and the dripping blood on the scroll began to spread out.
"According to the principle of equivalent exchange..."
The witch read the lengthy words of the contract, and read out the contents of the contract. The Warwick pirates signed a contract with the ghost ship, including the soul. From the moment their blood drops fell on the scroll, they were destined to belong to these ancient alchemy ships.
Even if they die, their souls still belong to the alchemy ship.
Witches use this point of the contract to forcibly summon their souls from the river of the dead.
The fire was bright and dark, and there was an invisible wind in the air. The cold sweat on the witch's forehead dropped down. As the contract came into effect, she felt another resistance, that is, the rules of hell were preventing the undead from returning to the Dragon Wing warship - all souls entering the long river of the undead were led by the emperor of hell."Let the supreme and eternal monarch bear witness to his power and majesty."
All the scrolls floated up, and grela could no longer bear the pressure from the rules. With a puff, she knelt down and asked in awe.
The king raised his white bone scepter and touched the crystal pillar.
The emperor's approval.
The contract comes into effect.
The next moment, the bright light burst out from the secret room of the warship, swept all the warships.
On the deck, the waiting pirates' palms were full of cold sweat. They don't know what's going on in the cabin. The banter just used to cover up the tension is gone, and the atmosphere is afraid to stare at the stairs entering the cabin.
All of a sudden, the blue light burst out from the stairway, drowning the crowd. There seemed to be another kind of heaviness in the light, and the pirates could not help kneeling down.
"Did it work?"
As the light faded away, a pirate got up from the deck and spoke nervously.
The answer was loud laughter:
"ha ha ha! No pustules! I'm still so handsome! "
The pirates got up from the deck and saw the familiar faces of their companions. Those who jumped into the sea were ecstatic to see their clean hands without pustules. They were glad that they were not the disgusting image of death.
"Why is our boat so big all of a sudden?" A blind undead pirate floated around the mast twice, and easily flew to a high place. He was stunned and looked at the mighty dragon wing warship. "My mother, isn't it the captain who cheated?"
The pirates cheered. A hooded pirate wiped his face and yelled at the one eyed undead: "hurry up! Pay me back! I want to pay back the money you owe me for the wine
"Hello! What does it have to do with the undead if you owe money when you are a man? "
"Fuck! You don't want to pay back the money
……
Hawkins climbed out of the cabin. He broke a twig of a rose and held it in his mouth
The king also came up, the devil turned his black umbrella, always calm witch face showed a faint smile. The joking pirates saw the king. They waved their hats to the king and cheered in unison:
"long live Legrand!"
Long live the king
Cheers reverberate on the sea of magma and fire, and the fiery light is plated on the fearless pirate's face. Brothers of the warriors were finally able to side by side again, dragon wings flapping, sailing hunting.
…………
Blackstone city.
On the seventh day of the king's arrival, the gate of the castle opened and the dragon's head touched the ground. All the candlesticks lit up at the same time, and all the windows opened at the same time. Dressed in Chinese clothes, the blood clan attendants rushed out of the castle, wearing swords, and separated on both sides of the white bone stairs leading to the main hall of the castle.
The king's banquet is today.
These days, there has been a lot of activity in the Blackstone City, but the rest of hell is quiet, maintaining a kind of restless stillness and turbulent private undercurrent.
Having been in hell for such a long time, people in the military heavy industry sector finally feel that they are in hell today.
They were stunned to see the ferocious beast skimming over their heads on the black clouds, and watched strange creatures of all kinds arrive in the rumbling sound. On this day, they saw almost all the monsters that only appear in nightmares, monsters with horns and hoofs, long snakes with countless arms and compound eyes
Monsters gather for the king's banquet.
But until today, people in the military heavy industry department have realized that the skeletons they get along with are not only friendly colleagues, but also terrible soldiers. Today, the skeletons did not work any more. Instead, cold and secluded flames danced in their eyes. Holding long guns, they gathered together to form a death army, waiting quietly on the barren rock beach.
When a serpentine Lord passed by the military heavy industry base, he looked down at the people in the base who were scared pale: "human..."
Its low voice to people's ears, like rolling thunder.
On the barren rock beach, the skeleton captain waved his hand without saying a word, and the skeleton soldiers raised their long guns at the same time. The gun point was cold, facing the Lord who stopped.
The Lord snorted and swam in the direction of the castle.
In the castle.
The king was on his throne alone.
Many hell Lords have arrived, and they are all like human beings, sitting in their seats. However, horns, wings, snake tail and other things that human beings can't have reveal their identities. The shapes of Lords are different. The only thing they have in common is that they all have a bone ring.
The dead court musicians dutifully played the beautiful melody, but the atmosphere in the hall was still very strange.The lords who arrived first were all small Lords. When they entered the hall, they sat down directly in their seats without any respect to the king. This kind of behavior itself is a kind of silent statement and provocation.
The atmosphere in the hall was tense, and the Lords deliberately released their momentum. The candles were constantly swaying and the light and shadow were shaking.
The king took the crown of thorns and sat on the highest throne. The Lords did not salute and he did not speak. He was carrying a golden wine bottle, drooping his eyes without expression, and drinking by himself.
The Lords with malicious and greedy eyes constantly swept on the king's hand holding the wine cup. The gold wine cup corresponded with the bone ring and rose ring on the king's finger. Some lords with lower intelligence and stronger killing instinct have blood red eyes glued to the king's fingers, and are oppressed by the power symbolized by the bone ring, but at the same time, they are salivating to snatch it.
It is only a mortal who holds those two powers.
But the mortal was wearing a rose ring, with the silver hair and blue eyes that kept them on guard. The madman who calls himself "soul merchant" is obviously working for him again.
There was a constant battle between vigilance and greed, and there was a lot of heavy breathing in the hall.
There are more and more lords arriving.
The well-dressed attendants of the blood clan, with gloves and silver plates with metal covers, entered and separated on both sides of the banquet. It seems that these blood clans can't feel the greed and killing in the hall at all. They just stand like sculptures.
Just when a Lord with scaly upper body and compound eyes could not bear the greed of giving the king the ring of power, he bent down and was about to save, the king suddenly raised his eyes.
TA, TA.
The sound of liquid dripping on the stone is very light, but with an inexplicable cold. With the sound of the liquid dripping, there was a light footstep, which made the tyrannical Lord shiver solidly, as if the ice water suddenly poured down from his head.
The devil in black came in from the gate of the hall.
He is the most human hell in the audience. He is wearing a black dress with elegant tail like a swift. If it wasn't for his pale skin and dark and gloomy smell, he would be like a handsome young man. But all of you know he's not.
The devil was holding a long white sword in his hand, and the candle was shining on his face, with a familiar smile on his lips.
The sound of liquid dripping came from his other hand -
a hideous head was held in his hand, and thick black blood was dripping from the fracture of his head.
The Lords suddenly calmed down.
They recognize the head, which is an ancient Lord climbing out of the wall of insects.
The devil went straight past all the Lords.
In full view of the public, he knelt down on one knee in front of the throne, and the attendant of the blood clan beside him opened the metal cover on the tray. The devil put the ancient Lord's head on a metal tray and presented it as a gift to the mortal king.
"Your Majesty, it disobeys your orders and does not want to go to the banquet in disguise."
The devil said politely, as if he were a knight carrying out any order of the monarch.
"So I let it make amends to you."
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