Sorry, I went to visit the grave yesterday, but it was midnight when I came back, so I didn’t have time to update it. I tried to write more later to make up for it.

The full moon like a disc hangs high in the sky, and the ocean is bathed in silver light, and is filled with thin mist. Silent ships break through the sea, rolling up white waves, revealing their long dorsal fins, like a group of tiger sharks chasing seals.

"Facialless" Eliad stood at the bow of the ship, pressing the hilt of the sword with one hand and the other on the bow of the sea monster with its claws. He was surrounded by countless lights. On his left and right, countless ships were as dense as sardines. If it was daytime, he would definitely see flags waving and wide sails covering the sky. But even at this quiet late night, the lights on the ship were far more multiplied and brilliant than the stars above his head.

Eliad admitted that in his memory, this was the second time he had seen such a huge fleet.

The old men with rusty bones once said that in the past, the Leo Islands were a unified city-state, their warships were world-famous, and countless towering ships were anchored in every port. If they went out to sea together, then they would be enough to block the entire starry sky.

The "Faceless One" believed it deeply. The murals in the Temple of the Sea God depicted such a scene countless times. He even saw the Sea God displaying the powerful power of separating the ocean in the Hall of Skeletons. "That happened." The priest of the Temple told him with great confidence that the priest even brought out the records of stone carvings to prove that what he said was true. He was extremely upset that he had not been born in that stunning era, the era when the gods existed.

However, although he still believes in the Sea God, and although he did not hesitate to obey the prophet who acted in the name of the Sea God, as the faceless person who served the Sea God before, Eliard knew that what the Alchemists of Ainblo are true, without any deception or falsehood. Like those wise old men and priests, he recognized the reality-the gods could no longer respond to their prayers. The crystal palace where God lived was now dead silent, shrouded in endless darkness.

Iliad once thought that such a glorious era would not come again, but he never expected that he would see such a huge fleet with his own eyes. He only saw countless sails that could match this time, covering the sky and the sun, but it was a warship belonging to Einblo. The old people said that this was only one-third of the prosperous times of the Leo Islands. The "faceless man" looked at the swaying shadows around him, and the lights on the stars seemed to be the pair of eyes as big as copper bells on the sea monster. He found that he could not imagine what the sea monster fleet would be like when it was crisscrossing the sea monster in the Miracle era.

Because most of the ships around them do not belong to them, and they are not made of the solid iron wood of the Leo Islands. In Eliad's eyes, they are fragile, like a piercing like a piece of paper, they are like toys in children's hands. Without huge waves, just a faint ups and downs can overturn them all and roll them into the seabed. How could they be qualified to hold up the flag of the sea monster? But the prophet told him that they needed the joining of these people - the guys they called "drowns" - as literally, a group of pirates and desperadoes who were immersed in the sea water in the iron prison and were lucky enough to die.

"Their ships can promote momentum," said the Prophet Shaman, "and the song of the ancestors will make them obey and obey completely." Hopefully, Iliad thought to himself, hope that the prophet's magic will not go wrong. Otherwise... he dared not think about it anymore. The "faceless man" stood on the bow of the ship, feeling that the sea breeze at night was colder than at any moment.

"Boss," Eliad's deputy walked up.

His voice recalled his thoughts. "What's wrong? You haven't fallen asleep yet?" asked Eliad.

"I can't sleep." His deputy hesitated, hesitating.

"Is there anything to say?" Eliad glanced at the surroundings without a trace. The deck was empty, and only the windproof light hanging on the mast emitted a dim light. "There is no one else here, just say something."

Despite this, his deputy also hesitated for a while. "Boss," his face showed uneasiness and doubt, "Where are we going? No one is sure in his heart."

It has been a whole week since they left their nest. They sailed quietly, turned a blind eye to everything around them, gave up several targets worth robbing, and passed by several rich Golden Bays. They neither supplemented food nor filled fresh water. The sea monsters never stopped and kept moving forward. Sometimes the "faceless man" Iliad also felt that they were more like a journey of unsuccessful success and decisive destruction.

"The freshwater is almost used up," his deputy continued to complain beside Eliad, "the vegetables and fruits have rotten and deteriorated, and we only eat unchanged sea fish all day long. Head, if this continues, we will all die of thirst!" His voice became louder and louder.

The prophet Lidal was at their feet and prayed in the cabin. He did not want his men to be called to sound the horn of the storm because of their angry words.

"Quiet, be quiet." Eliad whispered. "I know all this." He ate the same food as his men, but how could he not know the worse changes. "I am not blind."

"No, boss, I don't mean that." His deputy lowered his voice, "I mean... I heard that there were no one on the drowning boat that could not hold on. There were several mutinies yesterday alone..." No wonder it was so noisy last night. "If this continues, I'm afraid we will..." He stopped talking.

His beliefs were not so firm, and Eliad realized. "Shut up! Stop thinking about this!" He warned the other party sternly, "If you don't want to die, keep your mouth in mind!"

Over time, even the people of Leo were less convinced of the existence of the sea god. After all, they were not fools, and their faith without reward seemed fragile compared to the coming death. As faceless people, Eliad had no choice but to do so. This is the sorrow of every believer in the era of God's death.

"The Lord of the Sea is above." Eliad suggested kindly.

His deputy was quite smart. "The sea god is above." His men prayed devoutly and stopped asking.

However, Eliad had the same confusion as his deputy, and it lingered in his heart. He couldn't help but walk down the deck and into the cabin. After hesitating for a moment, he raised his hand in front of the door.

"Is it Eliad?" The prophet's voice rang before he knocked on the door. Eliad's heart trembled slightly. He didn't know if the prophet had heard their previous conversation. The terrible magic was more terrifying than the gods who knew their hearts and made people awe. At this time, he had understood this. "Come in."

Eliad took a deep breath and pushed the door into it.

Incense burned in the room, and smoke was shrouded in smoke. The prophet Lidal had taken off his steel robe. Iliad had seen the priestly garment of the sea god with his own eyes. Even the priests in the skeleton hall would not wear this thing now. Since ancient times, it belonged to the most traditional and stubborn fanatic believers, the ascetics who vowed to serve the king of the sea for life. They did not marry or have children, and their entire lives and souls belonged to the god of the sea monster, the god of the sea monster, the god of the sea monster, the god of Naga, and the god of the Leo Islands. The prophet shaman showed his upper body covered with blood scabs, and a faint smile appeared on his face, "Iliad, is there anything wrong?" he asked gently.

"Sorry, I'm here to bother you so late."

"It is never too late to the servant of God." The prophet replied. His eyes were like the ocean, and Iliad felt it, reflecting the starry sky at night. "The King of the Sea told me that your heart was filled with confusion and confusion."

"Yes." Even facing the priest in the skeleton hall, the "faceless man" was not as afraid as he is now. He felt that his secret was exposed to the sun. "I have many questions." He answered tremblingly.

"Say it, say it all." The prophet said gently, "Even if you make a mistake, the tolerant King of the Sea will forgive his children. But I think you will not make a mistake, right? Your faith is so firm."

Iliad thought for a while, not knowing how much to say. The prophet always kept smiling, neither urging nor showing any impatience. Beside him, the gilded octopus sea god statue exuded a confusing luster in the candlelight, and the smoke and dust floating up from the incense rose lightly, like a ghostly ghost.

"We have no enough fresh water and food." He started talking indecisively. He wanted to stop it, but he couldn't help but spit out everything. He talked about the drowning and told the prophets that they all disliked each other, and then everything came out-the faceless felt that all his resistance gradually rose with the smoke floating in the room, and he crawled out of the window, and could no longer find any trace - mutiny, unstable faith, his experiences as a faceless man, and his annoyance and dreams. He seemed to be doing confessions of atonement. "Where are we going?" he asked at last.

The prophet listened attentively. He blinked from time to time, but neither got angry nor interrupted. After Eliad finished speaking, he curled a little and made him feel confused and out of control. "I promise, your wish will come true in the end," the prophet whispered, "and it is not far away now. You can even touch it immediately."

Iliad was groggy, "Really?" He tried his best to stay awake.

The prophet stood up. His pale palm, which had been soaked in water for a long time, put on his shoulders. "This is the gift from the King of the Sea to his Lamb. Come, I will show you. Do you want to come with me?"

“Where to go?”

"Not far away, it's on the deck. There is no need for a telescope." The prophet said softly, "Come on, let's see our future, the future of the Leo people."

The sensual words. Priests and prophets are always good at this. However, such thoughts are fleeting. It is better to listen to them, but there is no loss anyway. "Okay." So he stood up like a puppet.

Eliad stood shoulder to shoulder with the prophet at the bow, ahead of them was a continuous darkness and an endless sea. The faceless man only saw the silver-light sea and the broken sky.

"What about the future you talk about?" He saw nothing.

"It's right there," said the prophet. "The answer is ahead, and that's the instructions given to us by the sea god."

He raised his hand.

The fog suddenly surged and quickly dissipated.

A realistic painting scroll that was so close to him was presented to the faceless person. Iliad saw the towering lighthouse, the city with stars like a sea of ​​endless sleep. "Where is this?" he asked confused.

"You already know it in your heart."

Yes, he had known for a long time that it was the Crab Bay, the Thousand Lakes City-State. There was a fleet that claimed to be invincible. But the prophet told him in his ear, "It belongs to us." He said, "It was... we will take her back and re-spread the glory of the sea god here, instead of letting the pagans proclaim the false gods and build temples." The prophet gritted his teeth, "This is a battle of faith, Eliad."

Even though God has passed away, his faith is still strong. "Yes." The faceless man responded loudly. Every word of the prophet is nailed into his mind, and every word he says is the supreme truth.

God's dignity cannot be trampled on. Eliad tightened the hilt of the knife, and his eyes were filled with anger.

"This time we will confront Leo's tragic fate. Only the real warriors can lead us to victory." The prophet finally ordered, "Tell your deputy that the trumpet of war will be played by him."

"It is his honor to serve God." Eliad obeyed without hesitation.
Chapter completed!