Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 283

Ten nautical miles northwest of Stie Island, four old barques were slowly heading toward Stie Island, with a very deep draft and apparently heavy loads.

There are countless such ships in the waters of Central Sunia, all of which were eliminated by Loen before they were sold to the indigenous people here, and they used this outdated sailboat to transport the island's specialties to several large islands, but Such ships are generally marked with the flag of their own island.

At sea, every ship hoisted a flag so that they could distinguish friend from foe. Failing to identify itself with the flag will not only keep other ships away, but will also be searched and questioned by naval and Church of the Storm ships patrolling the route, as this often represents pirates.

But the flags of these three-masted sailing ships were all put away, and the origins could not be identified.

In the captain's room of the middle ship, Materazzi with slightly curly hair sat on a chair, his eyes were slightly closed, and his expression was serene, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. The ferocious sea snake tattoo tucked between his eyebrows seems to be squirming with his breathing.

He was naked, with a sea snake tattoo on each of his arms, which was much larger than the one between his eyebrows, but it didn't give the impression that he was squirming, as if alive. He is a native of the Rhosid Islands, with dark skin, but his skin is extremely rough. It does not seem to be formed by long-term exposure to the sea breeze, but rather like dry and cracked land that lacks sufficient moisture.

The door to the captain's room was open, and a man similar to Materazzi entered, also shirtless, but with sea snake tattoos on only two of his arms. His skin was rougher, and even fine cracks could be seen.

"There are three hundred and seventy-two in total. The Derizzi ship hasn't arrived yet. Do you have to wait?" The man stared at the red eyes, and his tone was very aggressive, as if he was going to rush to fight at any time.

Materazzi, who was sitting in the chair, didn't seem to hear it. He still closed his eyes and didn't respond. It was just that the sea snake tattoo on his eyebrow seemed to be squirming faster, as if he was about to break free from the shackles of his skin and get out.

"Your Excellency?" the man asked again.

"Kurban, do you want to die?" Materazzi opened his eyes and looked at Kurban fiercely with blood-red eyes, "I can still support it until night, but before noon, if I don't offer sacrifices, It's you who will die."

"I see."

Kurban lowered his head, turned and left the captain's room.

Materazzi closed his eyes again, Kurban was his nephew and his only relative, a very smart guy. It was only the first time he received the gift of God that he lost his ability to think. He only needed to experience it a few times to get used to it.

There are only three hundred and seventy-two, and fifty of them are the price of the gift of the gods. It is getting harder and harder to obtain sacrifices... Damn Loen people! Not only has it seized our land and wealth, but even our faith! You deserve to be looted by the "King of the Five Seas", but unfortunately only one frigate was sunk...

As a member of the resistance army, Materazzi received news the day before yesterday that "King of the Five Seas" Nast alone ambushed Loen's iron armored fleet outside the port of Tiana, severely damaged a battleship, and sank one. After the frigate successfully escaped. It's just that this news is only spread in the mouths of the rebels and pirates, and Loen has never reported relevant news.

Feeling the pent-up anger burning in his heart, he knew that he had to make a sacrifice quickly, or he would lose moisture and dissipate with the wind like a weathered rock.

Materazzi made a fist with his right hand, his blood-red eyes looked out the window, and the invisible wind whistled around him and drilled out through the window. This is the power bestowed by God, but unfortunately I have it temporarily. When I sacrifice these sacrifices, maybe I can obtain the gift of the high priest and become a true Extraordinary.

There are not many places for the altar of God under the suppression of the Loen people. There is one here. It is a pity that the construction of the altar not only takes a lot of time, but also requires the sacred stone in the temple as a material, otherwise there is no need to come here at all.

But that's okay, the Loen Navy will hardly pay attention to this uninhabited island. Although there are not as many sacrifices as the Rhosid Island nearby, it is enough to complete the sacrifice.

Outside the woods in the northwest highlands of Sti Island, the young "reader" Jameel Loveless sat on the ground, surrounded by brown glass bottles filled with ghost fox blood. In front of him was a stone table made by the stone golem Romit, on which were the bones of a ghost fox, the size of a baby's palm, ground into one-centimeter-thick discs, a carving knife for making spells, and a quill dipped in blood.

His clothes, hands, and face were covered with blue blood stains that no longer gleamed with fluorescent light. He calmly looked at the bone fragments in his hands, which had been engraved with the incantation of Hermes, as well as symbols of knowledge and Mystical symbol of the **** of wisdom. He picked up the quill in his right hand, dipped the blood in the brown bottle to express his spirituality, and gently smeared the blood along the incantation engraved on the bone slice.

Rawls quietly observed, after becoming Sequence 6 "Corrupted Baron", he acquired the ability of spiritual vision, and he could observe the spiritual fluctuations of Jamil's spell making.

The piece of bone exudes a dazzling blood color and a gleaming green light when it is not smeared with blood. The two fuse with each other to form a whole. According to Jamil's teaching, such a spell has been successful and can be used normally.

But the effect of such a spell is not good. Under Romit's protection, Rawls used a spell on him. The feedback was effective, but the power was not good. It may be more effective for normal people to use it. a little.

Jamil, who was not satisfied with this, began to modify it. He mixed the blood of the ghost fox with some plant powders and petals produced by Romit as ink, and used the spirituality contained in these things to enhance the power of the spell. But this experimental process obviously takes a long time, and it also requires mice to participate in the evaluation.

Rawls is the "Corrupted Baron" of Sequence 6. The ability of the spell is made with reference to him, and the effect on him is not obvious at all, and the stone golem Romit is a little more complicated.

The "stone of life" in her body gives it some of the powers of the "cultivator" pathway, while Jamil's mother, Dorothy Lovelace, added the "reader" pathway and the "reader" pathway when she made Romit. Extraordinary material related to the "Hunter" pathway. In addition to the special nature of the stone golem, it is not afraid of spiritual attacks, and can even withstand the form of demigod mythical creatures for a while.

The experimental "corruption" charm naturally has no effect on Romit.

And the only guinea pig can only be Jamil, but Romit, who is the "nanny", disagrees. He can protect the spells that are not very effective for ordinary people, but she will not allow such spells with unknown power. Come and let Jamil try.

She disagreed, and Rawls naturally didn't dare to accompany Jamil to the experiment, so he could only make it first and find the experiment later, provided that the spirituality of the spell didn't dissipate at that time. This low-grade disposable charm has a shelf life of up to two weeks.

The blood dipped in the quill filled the last gap, and a special, bewildering, and dark force surged around Jamil, and then disappeared quickly. In "Spiritual Vision", the slap-sized bone piece of a baby exudes a strange color intertwined with red, green and blue.

Jamil breathed a sigh of relief and threw the quill on the ground. There were seven or eight quills dipped in blood under his feet to prevent mutual interference. He put the spell on a piece of paper with text on it, and on it was the plant powder, petal name and content added to the ghost fox's blood. After carefully wrapping it, he threw it into a wooden box beside him.

He stood up, turned his head to look at Rawls, and raised his chin:

"Would you like to try it once? It should be impossible to teach you. You can only try it yourself."

Rawls's face instantly turned ugly. Jamil has been teaching him about making spells from yesterday to today. Unfortunately, he did not learn it, but in his opinion, it has nothing to do with his IQ, and there is a problem with pure teaching.

Because there are no books, everything needs to be dictated by Jamil, but he only says it once and asks Rawls to repeat it in full. Even if he has a good memory, he does not have this ability to "don't forget".

"You still don't want to be a teacher in the future, or only teach 'readers'."

"Why?" Jamil didn't think there was a problem with his teaching, that's what his mother taught him.

"Because the 'hunters' will kill you!" Rawls put his right hand in front of his neck and made a throat-cut gesture.

"No." Jamil shook his head, "Those 'hunters' are studying very seriously in front of the bishops, but they just don't learn fast enough or well enough."

Rawls pouted, if they could beat you, would they be willing to learn? Students who have been expelled like Anderson Hood will have to be given a stack of book catalogues by the Church of Knowledge. You can imagine how miserable the rest of the "hunters" have been. I am afraid that their provocative talents are all forced by you.

Originally "smiling" looking at the stone golem Romit, who was bickering between the two, he looked towards the northwest as if he had been aware of it. An amber light appeared in the eyes representing the holes, and a figure was reflected in it.

"There's a ship coming."

"Really? We're leaving, Romit, let's go catch a few more ghost foxes, I'm afraid we won't have enough in the future." Jamil's face was full of smiles, ready to pack up.

Rawls found something wrong, but he couldn't see the situation on the sea like Romit, and asked in a deep voice:

"Is it the one who came?"

"There are four boats. They should be natives who believe in Kavitua. They have already disembarked. They came from the woods. They should be here to worship." The stone golem Romit looked down at Jamil, his voice was gentle but Resolutely, "Pack up your stuff and go to the other side, and I'll deal with them."

She couldn't be sure whether these people would search the island, or what would change after the sacrifice, so she could only get rid of them first.

"Romit, let me do it!" Rawls picked up his "Stand of Power" and looked to the northwest, "I just got promoted to Sequence 6 and need a battle."

"You are sure, there must be Beyonders among those people. I saw someone who can use the power of the wind to push the sails. It should be the Sequence 6 'Windwinder', and he has many helpers."

Rawls frowned slightly, but insisted:

"no problem."

In addition to the "Stand of Power", he also has the "Iron-Blood Reaper", which is equivalent to a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. Moreover, the "Twisted" and "Corrupted Mind" of "Corrupted Baron" are very suitable for group battles.

"Okay, I've arranged Jamil to come to you."

Romit still "nods" and agrees. She looks at Jamil, who has already packed her things, and stomps her right foot gently. The area near the stone table slumps and collapses, and the mud and rocks are no different from the surrounding land.

Jamil pointed to the northwest with his chin, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"You don't have enough knowledge, just hold them for a while, Romit will help you."

Rawls heard the meaning of dissuasion, walked over to him and rubbed his head:

"Little guy, I'm a 'lawyer', not a 'reader'. Finding loopholes doesn't necessarily require knowledge, but talent."

After he finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the forest. Is the forest the sea, and Kavitua's believers couldn't possibly be a "Druyin", right?

"Quick, quick!"

"Bang~"

"Come on, it's your honor that you guys can become the sacrifice of God!"

"Quick! Hurry up!"

"Bang~"

One after another, shouts echoed over this small harbour by the woods, and a man with a revolver and a spear swung the whip in his hand, beating the people whose hands were tied together in a string, and occasionally opened it. Gun intimidation.

There are indigenous people in this group of people, as well as southern mainlanders with brown and red complexion. There are also many people dressed up in Ruen, Intis, and Feysac. Urged by the sound of gunfire, he walked into the woods.

Often someone has a soft leg or a slippery foot, UU reading www. uukanshu.com fell to the ground, and then a series of people were dragged to the ground, but they were only beaten with a whip. They didn't resist, and they didn't seem to feel any pain. They crawled up indifferently, lowered their heads and continued to move forward.

Death is liberation for them!

These two days of encounters made them seem to be experiencing a nightmare, and only death can wake up from this dream.

Materazzi didn't care about the thoughts of these people. His blood-red eyes looked towards the altar and prayed in a low voice:

"Great Kavitua, your devout devotee Materazzi will offer sacrifices for you."

The devotees who also had tattoos behind him surrounded him, also praying in low voices.

After the prayer was over, Matragic looked at his companions behind him. Each of them had dry skin and looming cracks. He didn't say anything more, and made a start gesture and walked towards the forest.

In the woods, Rawls quietly hid behind a tree, watching the crowd with their hands tied in chains being driven towards the altar, with disgust in their eyes.

Whether it is in the past or this life, this **** and barbaric belief is disgusted and spurned by civilized society.

A dozen indigenous people with guns are easy for the "Corrupted Baron" to solve. Only guns, high-pressure steam rifles, and six-barreled machine guns formed by Beyonder characteristics can threaten him.

His troubles are the indigenous people with tattoos, the man with the sea snake tattoo on his forehead should be the "Wind Roller", but their state seems a bit strange? Running out of water?

Chapter end