cracking sound

Smoke billowed and flames blaze.

After a long while, the iron cannons that were blown up into the sky by the explosion fell into the sea in a distorted posture.

As for the other fragile human tissues and hulls that had long been burned beyond recognition, mixed with black smoke and ashes, they were blown by the wind and sprinkled on the entire ocean-going fleet.

It also wiped out all traces of crime on the ship that could be seen and touched, in a physical sense.

What followed was a strong scorching smell that instantly filled everyone's nasal passages.

Let them feel more and more intuitively how tragic the explosion was.

There were only a few pieces left of the shattered charred bottom of the ship, which were still slowly sinking while burning thanks to the superior sinking resistance of the wood itself.

"You say it's a flare misfire?"

Behind the [Corona Priest], a group of correction priests and referee knights on the church battleship couldn't help but be stunned on the spot for a long time.

The cold and hard faces that were more like machines than people couldn't help but break the defense collectively.

Some knights couldn't help but stretch out their hands and gesture, trying their best to connect the fire dragon in front of them with a small "signal flare".

But it undoubtedly failed.

The melee, ranged, and support trio squads that are foreign aid are also among them.

Brandon, the [Armed Priest] from the "Cathedral of the Holy Armed Forces", couldn't help but clench the sword in his hand, and gradually lost his concentration in his gray pupils:

"Flares? If that was a flare, then what was the point of me and the Holy Armed Forces Cathedral?

Flares! Flares!

I'm willing to exchange all the equipment I've saved for a flare like this, and I'm going to make it holy on the altar of the cathedral. ”

The Cathedral of the Holy Armed Forces is said to have been built to commemorate the knights' expedition to the west, and the altar enshrines a variety of weapons.

Knight's armor, spear, cross sword, crossbow

Among them, there are many holy relics that have influenced the direction of world history in the previous wars of the Old World, as well as the most powerful gunpowder formula today.

This branch of the sect believes that weapons were created to preserve the Creator's rule over the world.

More is strong, big is beautiful, fanatically pursuing all kinds of high-power weapons.

Today, I was almost shattered by a small "signal flare" that had been pious for a long time.

Herman, who was carrying a great sword next to him, muttered a strange poem that he didn't know where to pick it up:

"I don't believe it, fish only have seven seconds of memory; I don't believe that day and night are reversed, black and white are indistinguishable. ”

The rest of his companions were accustomed to his way of speaking.

Although he was talking nonsense as if he had drunk too much all day, the meaning was quite clear.

It seems to be logical and flawless, but he doesn't believe that this will be the first hand of the flare.

It's a pity that the effect of the entry [You are not a murderer] is there, and to put it bluntly, those murder weapons have nothing to do with the real murderer.

But the young nun, whose face was full of compassion, did not say any more uncomfortable nonsense this time.

Instead, I prayed honestly for those who died:

"The Creator is my Shepherd, and I will not lack.

He made me lie down on the green grass and brought me to the water's edge where I could rest.

He revived my soul and led me in the path of righteousness for His name's sake.

Though I have walked through the valley of death, I will not fear evil. for you are with me. Thy rod and thy rod comfort me"

The nun's profession is a third-order [Radiance Sacrifice], and she specializes in restoration, buff, and special types of prayers.

Whether or not those who died needed her prayers at this time was a great comfort to the other onlookers.

The cold-tempered knights and priests of the Inquisition on the ship also had a much changed impression of the nun.

Although some of the usual words and deeds seem to be not so in line with the traditional doctrinal interpretation, they are still very reliable at critical moments.

After the nun finished reading the prayer, she looked at the parishioners in front of her and sighed compassionately:

"The bodies of these people were scattered everywhere after they died, and it was so miserable that I couldn't even send them to heaven.

It's a pity, it's pitiful, it's a pity. ”

Hearing this, the knights all had a kinship.

You know, the doctrine of the Church absolutely forbids "mutilation of corpses."

Usually when a person is condemned a heretic by their church inquisition, he is punished with a mutilated corpse.

It also includes additional punishments such as deliberately cutting off his head and burning it with fire after the heretic's death.

Another example is that a believer commits suicide, which is also a serious violation of the teachings of the church.

Even though the body of the suicide is intact, the church will also cut off a part of her as a punishment to warn the other believers.

Because in the occult, a person's soul is closely related to his physical body, and the soul after death takes on the appearance of a corpse.

To destroy his body within seven days of death is to hurt his soul to a certain extent.

The most important thing is that if a person's soul is incomplete after death, whether there is more divinity or beastliness, he will not be allowed to ascend to heaven.

Seeing the referees nodding their heads again and again, the nun continued:

"The Inquisition has always been on the front line, fighting all kinds of heretics, evil spirits, and grotesques, and who can guarantee that you will return home completely every time?

Bloody, black examples are right in front of you, once you are also discouraged by the 'signal flare', can you confidently withstand it?

As the saying goes, when it hasn't rained yet, you have to think about it in advance.

You might as well think about getting this. ”

Then the nun took out a handful of various indulgences from her pocket.

It reads: Indulgences for stealing and robbery, Indulgences for suicide and disrespect, Redemption for killing living beings, and Redemption for the death of corpses

There is also the words "special coupon monopoly, not mixed".

Seeing this, including the [Corona Priest] who led the way, and her two teammates, all the people on the boat froze.

Sure enough, we can't expect too much from this parishioner, and it turns out that the compassion and compassion in front of us are all paving the way for this hand.

"Although you have the authorization of the Pope's crown, you can't do it all the time.

How can good deeds be equated with vulgar money? ”

But they are critical in their mouths, but their bodies are very honest and generous, contributing their own strength to the good deeds of the nuns.

At least they, the church insiders, can confirm that the voucher is genuine.

The basis for the church's ability to reduce punishment is that the church holds the "treasury of merit."

It contains the infinite benevolence of the Creator and the good deeds of the martyrs, which can be allocated to believers to offset the punishment they deserve for their sins.

And the direct manager of the "Gong Treasury" is the "Cathedral of Our Lady of Mercy", where the nuns were born.

In 1313, the Silver Age began to sell indulgences, and the old church that has been in operation for a hundred years has a reputation guarantee, and it is said that it is good to use it.

Large quantities are also preferred.

Teresa dared to use her faith to assure that no one who could not go to heaven after death came back to complain, and she was 100% satisfied!

As for the dead tax collectors, they have long forgotten about them after they were used as negative examples.

After death is the realm of God, and there is no copper plate to do with these servants of God.

Only on the other side, Miss Violet, who was also admiring the explosion, carefully wrote down the parameters of this "blood and fire song".

Prepare for the next "flare offfire" improvement work.

Strive to break through and create greater art

Port Royal Jamestown, over the Governor's House.

Just at the moment of the explosion.

On the [Sword of Damocles] hanging high, two cold gazes like blades suddenly fell on the Newman brothers.

The sword light in the sky was overwhelming, and it seemed that a thunderous blow would descend at any time.

"Don't."

"Spare your life."

Cold sweat soaked the backs of the two of them at once.

You must know that the tax officer team is not the [royal hound] Vincent who abandoned everything just for another opportunity.

They have traveled to a new route to carry out their mission, and must have left their life gem by the side of the Earl of Warwick, the Kingmaker.

At the moment of the big explosion, their life gems were collectively shattered, and where did Warwick not know that something had happened to his men?

It's just that the key part of punishment has disappeared.

The procedure is illegal, and the judgment is invalid!

No matter how strong the [Sword of Damocles] is, it can't be a nameless division and forcibly kill the important ministers of the kingdom.

It doesn't make sense to continue the port blockade.

The sword flickered in place, then suddenly vanished.

"Saved."

The two Newman brothers, who were almost soaked, had all the pressure on their bodies, and their bodies were weak for the rest of their lives, and they collapsed on the chairs beside Byron.

Just after taking two big breaths, the conch on Major General Newman's waist rang, stretched out his right hand, which was still a little trembling, and put the conch to his ear with difficulty.

Then, his eyes widened little by little, and he was short of breath as if he was deprived of oxygen.

"This, this"

"How?"

Governor Newman, who was next to him, saw that his younger brother was unproductive, and immediately grabbed the conch impatiently, and heard the report of the inner line in the ocean-going fleet:

"Because of the flare fire, the audit team was completely wiped out, and even an entire three-masted galleon was blown up.

It was so tragic that there were no bones left in everyone.

The Inquisition in the fleet has been inspected, and no external intervention can be found at all, even if it is incredible, it can only be considered an accident. ”

The two brothers were instantly ecstatic.

"Hahaha, it turned out to be a flare that went off.

These guys are stupid, they can even do a few flares, huh? Wait, what do you say is going off? ”

They immediately realized that something was wrong and stopped talking.

Then they turned their heads together and looked at Byron, who was still calm and relaxed, with no unusual look on his face.

Especially the glass of cold wine in his hand, from the time he said "There is an artistic feast thousands of miles away that is about to begin", even the slightest wisp of white cold air has not yet dissipated.

He warmed it slightly with his body temperature to stimulate the fruity aroma and drank it all.

Byron nodded with satisfaction and smiled kindly at the two leaders of the Newman family:

"Debt collection, tax collection, revenge hunting, escort, escort, suicide pioneer pilot military dispatch company provides you with one-stop service, so that you can stop worry-free.

Can you give a good review? ”

The two brothers seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood from his kind smile, and said in a dry voice:

"No worries, no worries indeed."

"Praise, unexpected."

Don't say it's anyone else, even the Newman brothers, the two "behind the scenes" who gave the order, don't know where Byron is looking for the sacred, and how he can do all this.

And the unknown brings fear.

Byron poured three glasses of wine again, one glass for each of the three of them, raised his glass and touched the two of them, and suddenly smiled:

"It's all a joke just now, what does it matter to us whether the audit team dies or not?

We've been drinking here all the time.

With much help, we are closely united around the Port Royal interest group with the two Mr. Newman at the core, and naturally we are protected by the Creator.

All this is the will of the Lord. ”

The two of them also reacted, and even echoed:

"Yes, yes, yes, everything is the will of the Lord."

It's just that in my heart, I don't dare to have any contempt for Byron, a [pirate] with a transcendent rank of only a mere second order.

even put him in the same position as himself.

From then on, it was difficult to look at him as a simple "black glove", but an unfathomable collaborator and a powerful ally.

No matter how low the political wisdom is, he knows that at this time he needs to unite all the forces that can be united.

Compared with survival, the little mustard in my heart is not enough to worry about at all.

Of course, Byron had a word that he didn't say.

Judges need evidence, but the great nobles never will.

They will only focus on those with vested interests and open the proof of freedom.

Whoever benefits the most is the murderer!

The open gun was blocked, and the [King Maker] Earl of Warwick was probably ready to play directly against the Newman brothers, who had major suspicions.

but

Byron smiled smugly:

"Who cares?"