Pirate Kingship.

Chapter 110: Talking Crystal Skull
Since the beginning of this century, it has undergone several decades of colonial development.

Those adventurers, naturalists, and cartographers who set out on the ship paid countless hardships and even lost their lives before they were able to gain a general understanding of the Bantaan Islands.

Draw a rough nautical chart.

There are thousands of islands of all sizes, which are generally distributed in an east-west belt.

The east side is the colonial occupation area of ​​the old world countries, and it is also the terminal station of the first circulation belt of the "Echidna Triangle".

On the largest island on the west side are two indigenous empires, Azik and Taya, which have suffered severe damage but are still fighting stubbornly with the help of extraordinary power.

The middle area is dotted with a large number of small tribes and city-states.

The richness of the Bantaan Islands had long been known throughout the Old World.

Located in the tropical region, most islands have lush vegetation and abundant production.

The output of various crops and medicines on the surface alone is far beyond that of the Old World.

Not to mention the gold and silver mines and specialty spices here, which made the impoverished colonists from the Old World flock to them even at great cost.

However, there is not only milk and honey in this overseas archipelago, but also blood and death.

Because there is no strong suppression from the main body of the [Silver Law] here.

The violent source tide created countless extraordinary monsters, evil spirits, and grotesque
Coupled with the prevalence of blood sacrifices and belief in animism among the indigenous peoples, many islands are extremely dangerous and even become restricted areas where outsiders are absolutely not allowed to set foot.

There are many human colonies that are closely connected to those restricted areas.

It is not entirely uncommon for a pioneering town to disappear completely overnight.

The new territory of Countess Catherine and Governor Byron, the Tyman Islands, is located at the junction of the east and the west.

To the west is the fragmented indigenous territory, and to the east is the evil neighbor, the Kingdom of Castile.

Of course, compared with the entire occupied area of ​​the maritime overlord, there is only a very small private autonomous colony here.

If it weren't for the production of precious spices, this island of only 24 square kilometers might not even be marked on the official map.

rustling.
Although the Bantaan Islands also have rainy seasons and dry seasons, they are located in a tropical marine climate with hot and humid weather and heavy rain all year round. Even in the dry season in winter, the rainfall is only slightly less.

Nothing can be done when it rains.

As the sky gets darker.

In the tavern in the center of the town, a group of drinkers are enjoying the mellow beer, various fruits, cheese, and roasted beef.
It can be clearly seen that the consumption level of the residents here is not low.

Of course, the highlight is the hot and beautiful dancers!

On a simple stage in the middle of the tavern.

A fair-skinned, blonde Castilian girl was dancing an exotic dance full of Bantayan style, twisting her waist happily to the beat of a long drum.

They even imitated the costumes of the local indigenous people.

She wore red parrot feathers in her hair, a colorful piece of distinctive fabric around her waist, and ornaments made of animal teeth on her wrists and ankles.

The whole body exudes a strong exotic and wild beauty, which is eye-catching.

With her glowing white skin, every movement, frown and smile is captivating.

Snapped!Snapped!
The girl turned around and clapped her hands lightly. The clothes she had on, which were not much to begin with, kept falling off piece by piece as she danced with such large movements.

Gradually revealing her slender and soft waist and long thighs, she challenges the fragile nerves of the men in the bar every moment.

Most of the drinkers were residents who had settled on this island for many years, and they watched the girl's performance and performed a little better.

Some young people even seemed to be hesitant about something and deliberately dodged and dared not look at her enchanting dance steps.

However, six of them were outsiders who were obviously not local residents, but they could not help but stare with their eyes wide open, wishing they could stuff the beautiful girl into their eye sockets.

His eyes gradually became blurred, and he muttered to himself:

"Beautiful, so beautiful! I didn't expect there would be such a beauty in such a remote place.

Thanks to the sea breeze that brought us here this afternoon.

No, this is the will of the Lord.”

“Perhaps only in the Grand Theater of Florence in the Holy Silver Empire can there be a dancer who can rival her?

I have decided that I must marry her and let her dance only for me in the future."

"I should marry her."

The distances between the islands in the Bantaan Islands vary, but they are not as dangerous as ocean routes.

The transportation of people and materials between islands is much simpler, and can be undertaken by sloops, small fishing boats, or even rowing boats.

This group of outsiders were "itinerant merchants" who traveled between the islands, transporting goods, delivering letters, occasionally committing petty thefts, and doing some intelligence business.

Even though this group of people are knowledgeable and even have good adventure experience, they are still unable to extricate themselves from the girl's dance.

What was even worse was that she even walked off the stage while dancing, twisting and jumping right next to them.

As the drum beats became more rapid.

Crystal clear beads of sweat on the girl's body rolled down from her white belly to her round thighs, and then dripped onto the floor.

A rich fragrance filled the already welcoming tavern.

"Gudu."

One of the young men couldn't resist the first. He stood up excitedly and began to dance along with the girl's steps.

The remaining few people also fell in love, put down their wine glasses and danced with the girl, with extremely intoxicated expressions on their faces.

Even the only first-level transcendent in the team was no exception.

However, they did not notice that the drumbeats had quietly stopped. All the other local drinkers in the tavern had quietly stood up and were staring at them coldly.

There was no sarcasm, no pity, only the indifference and numbness that seemed to have been experienced too many times.

The young dancer smiled triumphantly, walked out of the tavern with brisk dance steps, and entered a church built opposite the tavern, or rather, a chapel of the lowest level. The six outsiders behind her lined up neatly in a row, following her closely.

Like a puppet.

It was obvious that the girl was not an ordinary person, but a second-level professional [Dancer] in the Palace Sequence.

When the employee is a woman, she is usually called a "dancer".

The core ability at the second stage is [Rhythmic Dance], which can easily move people's hearts.

People who like to watch dancing know that even normal singing and dancing by beautiful women has some kind of magical effect.

It can trigger a debuff that speeds up the passage of time for gentlemen. As time goes by, they find that they have accidentally forgotten to eat and sleep, delayed their work, and become thinner and thinner.

The dancers are even better.

Through [Rhythmic Dance], it can express emotions through various dance postures, manipulate the audience's minds, and give different effects such as blessing, weakening or control.

Its frontal combat capability is not worth mentioning, but it can find gaps and sneak in when you least expect it, making it hard to defend against.

What the girl is dancing now is the "sacrificial dance" of the Bantaan natives.

As the name suggests, its purpose is to offer sacrifice to God!
After being expressed in another way by [Body Rhythm], the "living sacrifice" can be easily manipulated to make them jump into the mouth of the "god" themselves.

So as to avoid crying and shouting and blaspheming God.

Boom!

The door closed again.

From the outside, this chapel still looks like the Creator's church, and the residents seem to be devout believers of the Creator.

But as the secret passage behind the silver cross was opened, a different world appeared inside.

Hundreds of people had gathered in a secret room without any windows.

It seemed that all the inhabitants of the small settlement had arrived here.

And many people do not hide their spiritual radiance.

In the spiritual vision of the extraordinary person, there are only a dozen people out of hundreds who have spiritually awakened.

Including the dancing girl, there are as many as three second-level professionals.

It is already much stronger than many famous pirate ships in the Old World.

The reason is not difficult to guess. Although this small colony is small, it produces a lot of high-quality spices.

Just the long-term exposure to spices in their daily work makes them much more likely to awaken than their compatriots living in the Old World.

The proportion of extraordinary people on the island is naturally much higher than that in other places.

The crowd separated on their own when they saw the [Dancer] leading a group of outsiders into the secret room.

An old man wearing a black religious robe and holding a cross emblem, who looked kind and benevolent, said to the girl:
"Charlotte, start the sacrifice."

"understood."

The girl named Charlotte responded crisply and led the six people to an old-looking indigenous stone altar in the middle of the secret room.

Sitting upright on it is a pure and flawless crystal skull!

It looked like a perfect replica of a human skull, except that a strange red light was flashing in the two empty eye sockets.

Once you look into its eyes, a host of illusions will appear before your eyes.

Boom!
The girl took the lead and knelt in front of the altar, and the other six followed suit and knelt in a row beside her.

Six strong men holding woodcutting axes stepped forward from behind him, and when the old priest waved his hand, they suddenly chopped off the heads of the six outsiders.

He lifted their heads, cracked their skulls, and poured the boiling blood and brain juice from their necks onto the crystal skulls.

The blood in the crystal skull's eye sockets suddenly gushed out and gathered into a "Corn Emblem" that symbolizes abundance in the Bantaan Islands.

An imperceptible wave of light exploded from it, spreading across the entire island in an instant.

Watching the townspeople dragging away the six bodies, the old priest's eyes wavered, and he repeated to them what he had said countless times:
“Whether it’s the forbidden knowledge that symbolizes ‘beastly nature’ or the ladder of glory that symbolizes ‘divine nature’, any extraordinary ability requires a price.

It is either us or others who pay the price.

But this is not our intention, it is just part of the price. The Creator will forgive our mistakes and bear our sins. "

At the same time, silently in my heart:
'Yes, we will be forgiven.

Otherwise, when I was building this church, I wouldn’t have accidentally dug up this magical crystal skull that seemed to belong to the Taya Empire.

It is not a cursed object, but a great [holy relic] given to us by the Creator! '

At this time.

After eating and drinking, the crystal skull on the altar opened and closed its jaw and sang a poem called "On Man":

“Man, he is foolishly wise, clumsily great;

A narrow headland in an intermediate state;

He wants to doubt everything, but he has too much knowledge;
He wants to be resolute and hardworking, but he is weak-willed;

He was in suspense, hesitating about where to go and what to do;
Hesitating, whether to regard oneself as a god or a beast"

The crystal skull led the singing, and everyone else followed suit:
“I hesitate whether to choose the soul or the body;

He was born half to go up to heaven, and half to go down to earth;
He is the master of all things, yet he is enslaved by all things;
He is the glory of the world and the laughing stock of the world."

The firelight flickered, and the long shadows behind them bared their fangs and claws, sometimes looking like saints and sometimes like monsters.

At the same time, red oil gradually flowed out from the bark of the tall trees on the island that produced spices, like dripping blood.

The rustling of the branches and leaves seemed to be saying:
"Abundance, abundance"

(End of this chapter)