Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 391: Unlimited Refills, Post-War Spoils (6000 in , words)
Inside the foggy celestial circulation belt, two three-masted sailing ships, flying the flags of the Kingdom of Hastings and the Kingdom of Castile respectively, sailed side by side.

This kind of scene of two mortal enemies traveling together is rare to see even in the Old World, let alone in the dangerous celestial circulation belt.

In addition, there is a large sea monster called [Ancient Fossil Fish] underwater, which is covered with hard heavy armor and has some kind of teleportation ability like the [Fiddler Crab].

As the big fish opens its mouth from time to time, you can clearly see a large white human-shaped insect replacing its tongue and coexisting with it, which looks extremely curious.

This bug was none other than the great wizard [Sea Lice] of the Bloodthirsty Cult who invented the boneless fish.

When the promotion ceremony [Heart of the Swarm] is held, the anchored insect body is the "Head-shrinking Fish Lice".

This parasite can enter the fish's mouth by invading their gills, sucking blood from the fish's tongue, and eventually replacing the fish's tongue and living in symbiosis with it.

Even though he looks a bit strange, when it comes to individual combat power in the sea, no one in the entire cult can be his match.

Since he, the top fighter in the cult, is here, the identities of the two sailboats above are obvious.

It was after being "acquired" by Mr. Byron Tudor that they rushed to follow the Bloodthirsty Order and the Flayed Church, the double high priest.

They each cooperated with Hastings and Castile, and had legal identities as cover, and of course used the flags of the two countries when they went out.

Except for a few people who stayed behind in the holy land, almost all the two dark wizard organizations went out for this trip.

In total, there were fourteen third-level great wizards, including the [Fairy] Rigel.

Byron has informed them that the safe window will end on July 7rd, and it is only daytime on July 3st, so they still have plenty of time.

While the two groups of dark wizards were traveling at full speed, they also held several academic exchange seminars.

Soon they discovered that the two schools' "Genetics" and "Modern Medicine" had a lot in common, except that one focused more on the microscopic and the other more on the macroscopic.

All to make flesh and blood better.

Everyone felt that they had gained a lot and they wanted to catch someone on the spot to experiment and combine theory with practice.

Unfortunately, their current high priest, Mr. Byron, is a kind-hearted man with the halo of a saint, and the dark wizards dare not kill innocent people at will as they did in the past.

Another academic exchange that only remained on paper came to an end. Robert Liston, the former high priest of the Flayed Church [Murderous Doctor], sighed:

“Although I don’t know what the example that the high priest gave in the textbook means: the word ‘卉’ has four different ways of writing.

But I completely understood the medical knowledge written at the end. There are five ways to make anatomical specimens:

Specimen preservation and fixation methods; cross-sectional dissection methods; vascular perfusion techniques; lymphatic perfusion methods; and the digital 'visible man' method.

However, in order to collect enough data to support medical education and lay the foundation for modern medicine, a considerable number of specimens are needed.

The biggest problem hindering the practice of medicine today is the lack of volunteers.

I am now thinking of formulating a rule that if future medical students bring their own cadavers to school, they can offset most of their tuition fees.”

Ms. Leech also nodded in agreement:

“Our human mushroom experiments, human cow and horse experiments, vegetative experiments, etc. are all at a standstill due to lack of materials.

However, we don't need to ask the High Priest, he will definitely not agree that we can capture people for experiments at random, and he treats all natives equally.

If there are enough volunteers to practice with, our research progress will surely be rapid. Hey, it’s a message from the High Priest!”

A group of people were complaining to each other about the biggest problem that was currently hindering the research progress of the two companies. Suddenly, Ms. Leech was startled and put the echo conch around her waist to her ear.

A look of joy soon appeared on his face, and he nodded respectfully to the conch:

"Yes, yes, sir, we will make sure to arrange the experiment plan in advance and will not waste any time of that 'volunteer'."

After hanging up the phone, he announced to the others with a flushed face:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I just got some great news.

His Excellency the High Priest has found for us a 'volunteer' with noble sentiments who is willing to donate his body for our medical and genetic research.

There are no humanitarian restrictions and it can be used at will.”

The Mosquito Mage who was sitting next to her was puzzled when he heard this:

"This isn't great news, is it? It's just not enough for one person. It will break after one use, and it doesn't solve the fundamental problem at all."

However, Ms. Leech's smile became brighter:
"This volunteer is not an ordinary person, but a third-level extraordinary being with an 'immortal body'.

No matter how many times it is broken, it can be restored immediately and we can continue to use it.

As long as it’s within the three-month period, you can have unlimited refills! ”

Wow——!
A single stone caused a thousand ripples. When the group of great wizards who were "crying out for food" and whose eyes were almost green with envy heard this, they all couldn't help but stand up.

“Really unlimited refills?!”

The Mosquito Mage's eyes sparkled, and his needle-like mouth hesitated, eager to try:
“I won’t sleep for the next three months.

I will dissect that 'volunteer' a thousand times! And do a thousand mosquito experiments! No one can stop me."

Mr. Crow, the man from the Skinning Church who provided information to the Two-Faced Smith brothers, sneered:

"A thousand times? Not even a donkey on the plantation would dare to rest like that. I'll dissect him two thousand times!
We need to dissect every part of his body in detail until we have all the data of a visible person, and then we can use illusion simulation to teach students."

Others started bidding, booking dissections for themselves:
"Three thousand times!"

"Four thousand times!"

"."

The sea louse lying in the fish's mouth underwater also joined in the fun:
"You are totally ungrateful to the 'volunteer' for his efforts. I'll give you a number: 10,000 times!

Ten thousand times per person!

Otherwise if we tell others about it, they will think we can’t afford it.

By the way, we also tested the treatment plans for various injuries and diseases, including knife wounds, axe wounds, sword wounds, penetrating wounds, burns, and various tropical diseases.
Let me go first. If I can’t dissect the body 10,000 times, I will lie on the dissection table myself!”

[Murderous Doctor] Robert Liston and [Ms. Leech] were very pleased to see that the members of their organization were so research-minded:
"Your Excellency the Archbishop is a saint who can be called an exemplary person. He certainly would not want us to have disputes over 'volunteers'.

I suggest that before each day's opening ceremony, we should first separate the volunteer with the 'immortal body' and give each of us a piece, and then rotate them the next day.

Ma’am, what do you think?

"That's exactly what I meant. If that volunteer knew we could make such good use of him, he would surely be so moved that he would burst into tears right now, right?"

Then the two of them thought about who had provided them with these unique experimental conditions, and they smiled at each other and said in unison:
“Thank you Mr. Byron, the [Father of Medicine], for giving us the test subjects.

He is such a nice guy!
All of humanity, who have benefited from this, should be grateful for his achievements.”

At the same time, on the battlefield in the Nightmare Triangle, the smoke had not yet dissipated.

The big pirate Mr. Edward Redbeard, who had just crawled out of the Iron Maiden, was indeed crying in pain.

However, judging from the fact that he was crawling towards the Iron Maiden while shouting, "Let me die, let me die," his tears were most likely not due to any "touching" reason.

Last year, Redbeard was still an insurmountable and powerful pirate to Byron and Violet, but today he has become a small character who can be easily crushed to death.

As long as he activated the [Divine Vision] that could see through the dead line, and used this high-level power that could touch the senses of God to chop him down with one blow, he would be killed on the spot.

[Dark Magic: Soul-Hidden Life Box] couldn't save his life either.

But this approach is really wasteful.

Mr. Byron, who has always been frugal, certainly would not do such a luxurious thing.

Just in time, his research team was coming over, and they arranged Red Beard's short but glorious fate for the next three months.

“This ending is the best consolation for those innocent people who died in your blood sacrifice ceremony.

After you go to hell, you can tell your ghost friends that you once "worked" in the world's most advanced medical research institute, which can be regarded as a topic worth bragging about. "

After that, Byron was too lazy to pay any more attention to Red Beard.

Because the highlight after the war - the division of the spoils - has begun.

In this small-scale local colonial war.

The most valuable spoils of war, apart from Dagon, who had successfully escaped by harming his friendly forces, and the legendary battleship [Dragon Head Ship - Valhalla] that he controlled.

It was another fifth-level [false god], Pohnpei, the father of sharks. He originally controlled the secret realm "Rift Trench" and the huge Mei's Leviathan whale hunting ground.

Several fourth-level [Mediums] and [Prophets] of the Cemetery Sequence in the team communicated with Pohnpei's soul at the first opportunity.

They were afraid of death and did not dare to touch the various extraordinary knowledge from the old gods, but they had no problem finding a series of primitive whale oil technologies that were still in the initial application stage.

After mutual verification and proofreading, they were handed over to the Pirate King for later distribution according to merit.

The corpse was put into a wine bottle by the [Sailboat Collector], and the refined fifth-level whale oil product would also be distributed.

Then the colonial fleet, which had also suffered extremely heavy losses, ignored its injuries and immediately rushed towards the "Rift Trench" in a mighty manner.

So many people died on both sides that the colonists were able to extract all kinds of intelligence about the New World directly from the souls of the deep-sea clans.

When the source tide becomes stronger and stronger with the moon phase, and even flows back into the material world, the trapdoor at the bridgehead will automatically activate and block the north-south route.

The New World, also called the "Southern World" by the Deep Sea Family, and the surrounding waters will also become very dangerous. Adventure ships and whaling ships cannot drift on the sea for months at a time as they did in the Old World.

They must establish sufficiently solid outposts and shelters before the real danger comes.

There are a total of six islands on the edge of the "Fissure Trench", which in Byron's opinion is probably an archipelago in the shape of a spoon consisting of six islands.

The seven islands corresponding to the north side of the celestial circulation belt are clearly shaped like the six stars of the Southern Dipper.

However, in the astrology of this world, the six stars of the Southern Dipper are all part of the Sagittarius constellation, and adventurers naturally named this place the Sagittarius Islands, which corresponds to the Great Bear Islands on the other side.

As we all know, maritime powers can build a Great Wall on the Sea and then control a certain area of ​​the sea by controlling a series of supply points and ports on ocean routes.

These six islands have the same significance. Only by defending them can we defend this whaling ground and usher in the era of whale oil industry.

Among them, Island No. 300 is the largest, with an area of ​​about square kilometers, which is slightly larger than the combined area of ​​the Tyman Islands in the Earldom of Grenville when Byron and Catherine started their career.

There are water sources and forests on the island, and there is even a mythological-style town on the coast, as well as a ready-made dock and whale oil workshop.

It was obviously the base of the Rift Monastics on land.

However, given the whale people's average body height of three meters, these buildings are naturally built exceptionally tall and solid, like a large palace of giants.

After the colonial fleet had circled the archipelago, it had intended to stop here to distribute the spoils as agreed upon before the war.

The highlight is to divide up these six islands, which are equivalent to whale oil fields.

As long as you can get a piece of land on an island, you can become rich instantly whether you develop it yourself or sell it to other big forces.

It is no exaggeration to say that every inch of land on these six islands is worth a lot of money.

Everyone was gearing up for the war, secretly calculating whether their contributions in the war were enough to get a share of the spoils on an island.

As for the three great heroes of this war, it is already clear:

The fifth-level Pirate King Ocean Throne, the fifth-level legendary [Sailboat Collector], and the unexpected [Sea Hunter] who reversed the situation.

It is only natural that each person gets an island, and the others can then divide up the remaining islands.

However, after inspecting the secret realm, the accompanying naturalists and navigators told the Pirate King bad news:

"Your Majesty, the 'Fissure Trench' is three hundred kilometers long and its deepest point can reach 9219 meters. There are several large and small world cracks at the bottom, and it is likely connected to the Echidna Sea of ​​Monsters.

We infer that the Mei's Leviathan whale group here came from those cracks.

Together, they form a vast underwater secret realm that expands and contracts periodically.

Island No. 1 is the best whaling base, but unfortunately, it is not suitable for human survival.”

For adventurers, vision is more important than strength, and the unexpected situations they can discover will naturally not be hidden from others.

The leaders of all parties had already gathered on the Pirate King's flagship.

A fourth-level [Adventurer] frowned deeply:

"On a full-moon night, at least half of Island No. 1 will be covered by the expanding secret realm, which is equivalent to the portal of the secret realm 'Fissure Trench'.

Behind the portal is most likely the corpse of the old god [Leviathan, the Rift Whale].

Even if we spend a huge amount of money to build the highest level lighthouse here, we still need to bear the influence of the secret realm killing rules at any time.

We are not like those deep-sea clans and do not have the ability to interfere with the rifts. If we dare to live here, we will definitely be living on a powder keg and playing with our own lives.

unless"

Obviously, no matter how good whale oil is, you have to be alive to get it.

All of them had just experienced the horror of the Old God from the tentacle of the nightmare projection, so how could they dare to provoke another Old God casually?
The others also knew the "unless" that he didn't finish saying.

Unless there is a "Lantern Bearer" who is willing to make sacrifices and guard the rift here, the safety of this archipelago and waters can be greatly improved, allowing human whaling ships to enter and exit freely.

Otherwise, not only will it be difficult to take the island, but the future whaling industry will also encounter many twists and turns.

But others may not know what kind of tragic characters those "Lantern Bearers" of the Lighthouse Federation are, so how could these adventurers who wander around the borders of the unknown world all day not know?

As we all know, the trick to raising fish is to change the fish frequently, and the trick to guarding the cracks in the world is to change the [Lantern Bearer] frequently!
Moreover, that was the corpse of an old god. Ordinary mid-sequence transcendents were not qualified to look directly at it.

Although there are many extraordinary people in the Lighthouse Sequence among this group of people, none of them has the noble sentiment of sacrificing self for the sake of everyone.

Except for Mr. St. Byron, who had a look of sympathy on his face.

Seeing the solemn atmosphere at the meeting, he stepped forward without hesitation and nodded to everyone:
“Since no one wants this island, give it to me.

The significance of whale oil technology to the world is too great. For the development of human technology, someone in this world has to sacrifice. Why can't that person be me?

What a pity, I am already the [Lantern Bearer] of a Level 2 World Crack, and I don’t know how long I can hold on to this responsibility for everyone while performing two duties at the same time. Alas——!”

He raised his hand and showed everyone the mark of "Lantern Man" on the back of his hand. At the end, not only did he not show any intention of being proud of himself, he even looked full of self-blame and sighed deeply.

"No! Since there are always people who sacrifice, why should we sacrifice again and again?"

At this moment, Violet suddenly stood up and anxiously grabbed Byron’s hand, trying to pull him back, and said earnestly:

"Captain, you have already guarded a second-level world rift. If you come here and work part-time as another [Lantern Bearer], you are clearly seeking death.

If you die, what will happen to the thousands of employees of Pioneer Pilot Colonial Adventure Company who depend on you for their livelihood? What will happen to the residents of Hattings Colony?
What about Miss Catherine who is struggling to maintain such a huge business and is waiting for you to return?
Your life is not yours alone! Captain!
Aren’t they bullying honest people?”

After being reminded by Violet, the others on the battlefield whose lives were saved by Byron were filled with shame and could not help but promise:

“We cannot let His Excellency Saint Byron’s sacrifice be in vain.

I suggest that every whaling company and every whaling ship from now on give a share of the profits reaped from this to His Excellency Saint Byron and future [Lantern Bearers].

What do you think? "

"Seconded!"

"I second the motion! If anyone dares to do anything tricky, we will skin him alive together!"

When Byron heard this, he waved his hands repeatedly as if he was insulted:

"No, no, no, doing good things requires your own efforts. Ahem, benefits, please don't talk to me about this kind of thing again."

Then he turned back to Violet and scolded her:
"Why would a girl cause trouble in a family?

Although we came to the New World to find the cutting-edge whale oil technology that represents advanced productivity, so that the majority of civilians would no longer have to go hungry, would have affordable clothes to wear, and would enjoy the dividends brought by social development.

Let scientific and technological progress benefit everyone of this era, and let the light of the Creator shine on each of His lambs.

But you've been with me for such a long time, don't you even have the awareness that 'success doesn't have to be mine'? Huh?

You have let me down too much! "

"I"

Violet's face was full of "grievance" and her eyes were misty. She looked at the Pirate King who had been silent with tears in her eyes.

This pair of thieves are not only good at robbery, but also skilled at fraud thanks to their professional acting skills learned at the Vinaya Academy of Arts.

Even the most hard-hearted [Ocean Throne] felt a strong sense of guilt, thinking that he was really bullying an honest man, so he made the final decision:

“I will cover all subsequent construction costs for Island No. 1.

In addition, every month, 10% of the production capacity of the whale oil industry under my name will be donated free of charge to the Pioneer Pilot Colonial Adventure Company managed by Miss [Mithril Dragon] Catherine to support public welfare. "

The Pirate King allocates 10% of the production capacity, and of course the others cannot allocate less than this number, which is almost as much as the tithe collected by the church.

But the atmosphere had already been set to this point, and no one dared to speak up to object.

Instead, they all agreed:
"Your Excellency Saint Byron is a man of high moral character who regards money as dirt. I will also use 10% of my production capacity every month to buy a tortoise shell handicraft from the handicraft shop run by Miss Catherine."

“I’ll buy it too”

Only then did Byron realize that he had accidentally over-acted and ended up making things worse.

If you give all the money to my sister, what does it have to do with my private money?
"Well, I."

Before he could continue speaking, he was grabbed by the honest man Eight Fingers and the guardian knight Bruch on the left and right, and forcibly carried back to the Golden Deer.

Watching Byron and the Hastings ghost fleet he led as the first to sail to Island No. 1, it seemed that he could not wait to take on the responsibility of the "Lantern Bearer" and sacrifice himself for the welfare of everyone.

Many adventurers who were used to the intrigues could not help but have red eyes and muttered to themselves:

“Mr. [Sea Hunter] Saint Byron is truly a kind man who is almost extinct in the world.

He deserves the title of 'pioneer of the whale oil power revolution'.

I will spread his story, I will contribute to the Beacon Weekly and every influential newspaper.

We, our descendants, and everyone in the world should thank him!"

(End of this chapter)