My Pen Pal Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 394 The Devil's Ship
"Oh, God!"

Makaros and Father Antonio exclaimed in amazement at the same time. Looking at the huge ship that stretched as far as the eye could see, they felt their scalps tingling and goose bumps all over their bodies. They felt as small as ants standing at the foot of a mountain.

Several ships that seemed extremely huge in their eyes, especially the rugged and majestic turret on the Dingyuan, brought a strong sense of oppression to the two.

Moreover, this huge ship was actually made of steel. The two men saw with their own eyes that the steel was actually floating on the water. It was simply incredible!

The magnificent hull, under the sunlight, reflected a cold metallic luster. In the eyes of the two men, these huge ships were like daunting Leviathan monsters, as if they were going to swallow them up in the next moment.

Father Antonio looked at the Dingyuan ship in front of him. His reason and inherent thinking told him that all this was impossible. How could steel float on the water? But his eyes told him that what he saw was reality!
He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see everything clearly, but no matter how hard he tried, the Dingyuan ship was right in front of him and could not disappear.

He tried to find a reasonable explanation in his mind, but with his knowledge and experience, he could not explain what he saw.

Suddenly, he thought of a possibility. This must be black magic. Yes, it must be powerful black magic that can make steel float on the water. Apart from this, there is no other reasonable explanation!

These barbarians must have signed a contract with the devil and obtained the devil's power, which is why they were able to build such a huge ship with steel, and it can even float on the water.

Thinking of this, a trace of fear rose from his heart, like a poisonous snake biting his soul.

The huge ship in front of him was the entrance to hell in his eyes, making him feel deeply despair.

After seeing the Dingyuan, Makaros exclaimed that it was impossible. This was completely beyond his imagination.

As a hereditary count of the Kingdom of Castile, he received a good education since childhood. Although most of the time he received theological education, he also received secular education, such as court etiquette, mathematics, history, business and trade, and of course, literature.

Even though he could write love poems using the most obscure, profound and difficult words and sentences, he was at a loss for words when he looked at the magnificent steel battleship.

He couldn't think of a suitable word to describe what he saw before him, nor could he think of any words to describe his mood at the moment.

How could such an amazing spectacle appear in this wild and uncivilized place, in this dark place where even the light of God cannot reach?
At this moment, the worldview he had built up since childhood was completely destroyed, and the only thing left was a thought -

How can this be?

To build these giant ships, one obviously needs to have a very high level of civilization, but this is clearly a barbarian land!
How could these barbarians, pagans without faith in God, and uncivilized savages build such huge ships out of steel?
Only a civilized country like the Kingdom of Castile is qualified to build such a magnificent warship!
He felt like his brain wasn't enough.

Just then, he heard Father Antonio next to him mumbling in fear.

"Black magic, this is black magic, it is the power of the devil, it is the power of the devil!"

Is it the power of black magic?

Makaros fell into deep thought, looking at the incredible spectacle before him, he was skeptical.

The Ming army officers and soldiers behind them also found it interesting to see the two men look shocked when they saw the ship.

These barbarians from foreign countries have never seen the world. They are even worse than the local people in Temasek. It's just a huge steel warship. This thing is very common in our Ming Dynasty.

If you see trains and railways, you won’t know how shocked you will be!

"Alright, alright, have you seen enough? If you have, then hurry up and get on the boat. We don't have time to waste here with you!"

The Ming army soldiers grabbed the ropes that tied the two men and walked towards the Dingyuan ship.

Makaros and Father Antonio, with expressions as if they were about to die, gritted their teeth and followed the Ming army soldiers onto the ship.

After arriving on the ship and stepping onto the steel deck, Makaros was even more dumbfounded. Why were there no complex and huge sails on this ship?
When he was under the ship, he thought the ship had docked and the sails were folded. But when he came up, he saw no sails at all. Instead, he saw several huge chimneys. Without sails or oars, how could this huge ship sail? Was it really the power of the devil?
Father Antonio's eyes were no longer focused at this time. He didn't see the scene on the ship at all, but kept muttering to himself.

"God bless."

"My Lord, please forgive my sins."

The two were locked up in a temporary cell. Makaros couldn't help but ask Father Antonio:

"Father, are you saying that this ship was built with the power of the devil?"

Father Antonio ignored him, but kept muttering to himself, "God bless you, my Lord forgive my sins."

"Father, Father!"

Makaros shouted several times, and seeing that Father Antonio did not respond, he walked up and pushed him hard several times.

"Father, wake up!"

Father Antonio finally came back to his senses and his eyes began to focus. He looked around in horror and then looked at Macaros.

"My Lord, are we in the devil's lair?"

"No, Father, we are on the ship, on that big steel ship!"

"No, this ship is the devil's lair!"

Father Antonio said in horror: "My Lord Count, haven't you realized yet that this ship is the furnace from hell!"

"Hell's furnace?" Makaros was shocked. "How is this possible?"

"My Lord Earl, don't you understand? We are sailing on the sea to the end of the world, but before we know it, we have already fallen into the abyss of hell!"

"But isn't this in the East of the world?" Makaros felt that the priest was wrong, but he didn't know where to start to refute him.

The two men sat dejectedly in the prison cabin. Everything was unknown to them. They could only rely on their poor imagination to explain everything before their eyes.

At this time, Zhu Di, Xu Huizu and Li Jinglong were not idle either. They came to the bridge and reported the matter to Xu Da.

After the three of them recounted the entire incident and their own speculations, Xu Da and Li Wenzhong immediately became interested.

"Old Four, are you saying these guys came from the west of the Strait of Malacca?"

Xu Da asked Zhu Di curiously.

"That's what my brother-in-law speculated. Their ship should be docked at the West Pier, and Qian Benyi should have occupied the foreigners' ship by now."

"Where did these people come from?" Li Wenzhong guessed while stroking his beard.

"How about we go to the cell together and take a look?" Tang He suggested.

"Let's go, let's go together."

(End of this chapter)