The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 746 Ch.745 Prayer to Save the World

A ritualist who can trigger disaster-level forces such as tsunamis, thunder and storms must be at least seven rings high.

In other words, both Fernandez and Blade knew that the range was not large.

The Immortal and the Herd.

After reaching the Eighth Ring, both paths of the Great Whirlpool have the power to bring about natural disasters - although the ritualist will have to pay a certain price for causing such a terrible disaster...

But what if they all died in the tsunami.

It's all worth it.

After the disaster.

Everyone seemed very silent.

The sailors were busy collecting the bodies and scrubbing the blood and flesh on the deck with linen soaked in sea water. After arranging for people to retrieve the first mate's skull fragments, the boatswain quickly pulled himself together and dispatched personnel to repair the damaged hull.

Mr. Darwin, the draftsman and the instrument technician were forcibly locked in the cabin by Fernandez.

After the disaster.

Except for the draftsman who had a big bump on his forehead and was in a bad mood, the other three people were not injured.

certainly.

To say it is intact.

It had to be the Captain: Fitz Roy.

The gentleman, with his head held high and a proud face, kicked open the wooden door that should have been sealed, stepped on the blood and organ fragments, and trampled over every sailor who was crawling to wash with his rubber shoes.

"If I had not prayed to the Father of all..."

"You will all be eaten by fish."

His rhino-like nose gathered the sunlight, sparkling among the golden lines shining through the clouds.

He walked briskly and showed no fear of surviving a disaster, as if he had known from the beginning that the ship would be safe - relying solely on his devout faith, he could lead everyone to split the storm and waves and face the most terrifying greatness in the sky like a legendary saint.

He is the real greatness.

He firmly believed that this was the case.

"I prayed to the ethereal palace, asking him to give the children on earth a chance to atone for their sins. I heard his voice, like pearls rolling into my ear canal. In the trembling and hazy mist, God's grace came just like that..."

Fitz Roy preached to the sailors with great piety while they were busy cleaning the decks, the bloodstains of their companions, and collecting the bones.

He is like the polyp to the coral.

He considers them equivalent.

"Mr. Roy, I don't think now is a good time to mention the Father of All."

Blade was holding a cigarette in his mouth and there were a few traces of blood on his face.

Obviously.

While Roland and Shandel were struggling, the battle below the cabin was not easy either.

"What are you talking about?"

There was something strange about Roy.

He looked this rude, impolite woman up and down, and even began to doubt whether she was a follower of the Holy Cross.

"Isn't this a good time? Everything is destroyed, and humans are digging their own graves. Only faith and prayer can save our filthy bodies and vile souls... Madam, I almost question your faith."

Blade took a puff of his cigarette and looked at him quietly.

Surviving a disaster depends on a few people, or a few important links:

Ballast stones and rum weight transfer.

Roland, the boatswain and his crew responded quickly.

The Sirens' help.

as well as.

A carriage with wheels, a bird with wings, sweet cakes and a prayer from Fitz Roy.

As an executive officer, Blade couldn't openly accuse Fitz Roy of his stupidity and cowardice - after he played the 'prayer' card, the only options that could suppress him were 'avoidance' or 'echo'.

She crushed the smoke, and two pale flames appeared out of thin air behind her.

Starting from the stern one by one, they used their abilities to seal the sailors' wounds - hoping that these warriors, gamblers, and spreaders of dirty jokes who had the courage to fight against the natural disaster could survive the final test and return to land.

Apart from that, there was nothing she could do more than a ship's doctor.

Fernandez first went to the cabin to check on the injuries of Darwin, the cartographer, and the instrument manager. He breathed a sigh of relief, but was secretly annoyed:

Why did he have to lock them up?

If the hatch was opened and allowed to run around on the boat, they might be swept away by the tsunami.

Isn't this just an 'accidental death'?

The captain once again cursed himself for being 'indecisive' - he almost subconsciously protected the weak when disaster struck.

This is not good.

——Roland and Shandel survived the disaster. In view of their performance in the disaster, the sailors gave them a treasured (slightly clean) blanket and two cups of coffee that may (or may not) have expired.

Not to mention the change in my impression of Roland as 'handsome but weak'.

The most impressive person is probably Shandel Kratov - no one would have thought that a girl who might not even be of marriageable age (she looked too young) could keep calm in a disaster (at least she didn't make a scene, shouting 'I want my mom' or 'My skirt is wet, do you know how expensive it is').

The two youngest were respected by the sailors.

Until landing.

They don't have to do anything, and they have 24-hour services from the most rude and vulgar professions - such as free jokes and snacks from their collection... maybe Shandel doesn't want to eat them.

In contrast.

Some people do not do it so decently.

"Fitz Roy, I told you he wasn't normal."

You don't need your mouth to wipe the deck.

The sailors who survived the disaster talked in low voices. Apart from praising the 'hero', what else could they say?

"The main reason for the empire's failure is these weak female soldiers - I think anyone among us can do a better job than these people."

"I prayed, too," the young sailor replied in a pale voice, "but I remember what the Book of Eden says: We should try our best, and then we can leave everything to God the Father - if we survive, do we also have some credit? Even a little bit?"

"Not at all," Roland said casually as he passed by with the girl wrapped in a blanket in his arms. "What I mean is that the Father of All Things has no credit at all. My good friend, all the credit belongs to you."

The rising sun cast a brilliant golden mist.

The young sailor raised his head, but could not see Roland's face clearly.

Just a pair of amber eyes.

"What...what did you say?"

the young sailor stammered.

"I say."

"Once you're on shore, don't leave so quickly—it's my treat."

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Fernandez had a headache in the cabin.

In his right hand he held an empty gun without any bullets.

Jerez's left arm was injured, as if it had been hit by a heavy object. He was wrapped in bandages and couldn't lift it.

Several people were silent in the depressing atmosphere.

Roland and the salty sea breeze pushed the door open and walked in.

"I thought you were celebrating secretly."

"Your captain is getting annoying," Blade teased, "He's wondering when to kill Darwin."

Roland picked up a piece of nut crisp and put it in his mouth, chewing it.

Fernandez glared at him.

"How about tonight?" Roland suggested, "Aren't we going to arrive in London early tomorrow morning? I'll do it at night."