NOVEL NEXT Chapter 715, Who Lives and Who Dies
In the midst of earth-shaking tremors,
The White Gauze Queen finally came to a halt midair.
A few heroes glanced at each other, immediately drew their weapons from their waists, and quickly approached the deck railing to look down below.
Below them was no longer the calm sea surface,
but a deck filled with silt and various oceanic creatures.
On the deck were still floundering fish and equally bewildered Undead soldiers that had been lifted out of the water, staring dumbfounded.
Swarms of Skeleton Giant Fish were ceaselessly thrashing, their White Bone tails 'smacking' against the deck.
The Skeleton Wyrm Guardians also observed their surroundings with some confusion.
Just a moment ago they had been underwater; how had they ended up on dry land?
At that moment, Fang Hao emerged from a building on one side.
Seeing the White Gauze Queen on the deck, he too was taken aback.
Dammit, who parked the ship on the deck?
Before he could speak, he heard Anjia's cheer.
"Fang Hao, Fang Hao... is this the sunken ship you talked about?" Anjia called out from afar.
"Yes."
"Awesome!" Then she turned to look at Lorrey, "You lost."
Lorrey's eyes were also wide open at this moment, looking at the huge ship below with some disbelief.
This wasn't just any ship; it was more like a floating city on the sea!
No, 'relic' would be a more appropriate term.
Despite its size, the state of the ship at the moment was truly pitiful.
Hearing Anjia's words, Lorrey, with arms folded, said without conceding, "I lost, so what? We didn't bet on anything."
"But we did, you said it."
"I didn't say anything!"
...
Splash!
A sound of water breaking erupted.
One after another, figures burst forth from the sea surface, continuously landing on the deck of the giant ship.
It was the approaching Lizardmen lords.
"How did you do it, actually making it float?" the Lizardmen lord asked in amazement.
Fang Hao smiled and said, "A special ability, not so easy to explain."
"It must be the power of the gods, the Priest was right, the gods are watching over you," said the Lizardmen lord, slightly excited.
Fang Hao just smiled and didn't bother to explain.
Instead, he said, "So, I'll take this ship away. In two days, I will bring over the purple set."
"Okay, if you come in your previous vessel, just blow the conch I gave you. If it's this ship, there's no need, I will pass the word and let you through,"
The ship was highly recognizable; its arrival would essentially confirm Fang Hao's identity.
"Good."
The Lizardmen lord said no more, glanced at the huge vessel, and then led the rest of the Lizardmen back into the sea.
They vanished from sight.
...
After the Lizardmen heroes left,
Fang Hao opened the Book of Lords to check the state of the giant ship.
Although it had been made to float,
it looked more like a ruin at the moment.
[Steering Room Repair: Ironized Wood 782, Cast Iron Blocks 224, Copper Blocks 71, Mithril 11, Metal Parts 178, Precision Parts 79, Finished Helm 1.]
[Conference Hall Repair: Ironized Wood 850, Stone Bricks 552, Fine Stone Bricks 371, Cast Iron Blocks 127, Metal Parts 78.]
[Main Mast Repair: Ironized Wood 122, Iron Sheets 220, White Steel Plates 181, Metal Parts 120.]
[Mizzen Mast Repair: .......]
[Armory Repair: .......]
One piece of repair information after another appeared in the prompts.
It seemed that although less material was needed compared to rebuilding, the sheer quantity was overwhelming.
Fang Hao kept scrolling down.
One particular entry caught his careful attention.
[Mana Power Supply Room Repair: Iron 171, Cast Iron Blocks 78, Copper Ingots 27, Precision Parts 121, Mana Essence 3.]
The supply room must be the equipment that provides power to the ship's body.
Such a large behemoth couldn't possibly rely entirely on sails for propulsion.
After inspecting inside and out,
Fang Hao also tested the teleportation screen.
It was confirmed that this giant ship could serve as a teleportation target point.
As soon as the screen was released, one could appear in the main castle hall.
"Gulrukubagu!" Fang Hao called out.
The Blood Prison guardian leaped out of the sea and with a thud, stood directly on the deck.
This giant ship could fully support the Blood Prison guardian's stature and weight.
"My lord, what are your orders?"
"This giant ship will be ours from now on. You lead the Skeleton soldiers in cleaning up the ship," Fang Hao instructed.
The Undead heroes, unburdened by physical forms,
and besides, the ship couldn't be sailed back anyway, might as well stay here and act as a temporary teleportation point.
It would also be convenient to teleport directly over later.
In the Sea Tribe's territory, there was no fear of any danger.
Both the Federation and the Sea Tribe would avoid this area.
"Yes, my lord, we need some tools from you," said the Blood Prison guardian.
Fang Hao nodded, took all the treasures exchanged from the Sea Tribe into the Gate of the Worlds, opened the Book of Lords, and made a large number of tools.
He let the Skeleton soldiers clean up the ship, which was as if dragged out from a quagmire.
...
Main city.
Outside the Viscera Museum.
Nelson, with the last Skeleton hero, emerged.
[Priest Koci (Purple Tier Five).]
This hero was the Sea Tribe Priest who had been slain earlier in the lake's Temple.
Since it was only Purple Tier 5, its physical strength couldn't be transformed into a Living Dead.
Now it was merely a Skeleton Hero.
A human skeleton adorned with a huge fish head.
It still had a somewhat comical feel.
"Lord, this is the last hero, Priest of Kouchi," Nelson spoke.
Fang Hao nodded, "Welcome to our ranks."
"I am pleased to serve you, my lord," the Priest of Kouchi bowed slightly.
"Good, go to the storeroom and find some equipment you can use; I'll assign you tasks later," Fang Hao said.
"Yes, my lord."
The Priest of Kouchi left.
Fang Hao then pulled Nelson aside and took out the square imprint [Law Mark] he had acquired the previous night.
He asked, "Scholar, do you know what this is?"
Nelson took it and examined it in his hand.
He responded with a question, "Does this serve any purpose?"
"It's a kind of shackle. The description says it can 'restrict' the basic thoughts of the wearer, making them comply with the fundamental rules of the Gold Law."
"My lord, what would you like to ask?"
"How does this thing work? When it says it restricts basic thoughts, what does that mean?" Fang Hao asked all of his questions.
Nelson thought carefully about his words, then explained, "You could consider it a type of totemic spell in the form of a mental spell, which restricts foundational thoughts. That means in the depths of thought, one cannot go beyond a certain range."
"If I want certain people to serve me, can I use this?"
"To restrain means you can control their thoughts within a certain range, for example, you can say they cannot kill humans, and their subconscious will agree they shouldn't kill. However, you can't make them kill someone for you."
Fang Hao thought deeply about these words, and it seemed he understood a bit. Yet, he felt there wasn't much difference.
Which is to say…
This imprint is about restraining you from doing things, not about telling you what you should do.
It's a bit convoluted, but it seems understandable.
"How do you use this?" Fang Hao continued to ask.
Being able to restrain was quite good, definitely worth the Purple Tier equipment he had traded for it.
Nelson looked at it and said, "There aren't many requirements, just the first drop of blood, branded onto the body of the person to be restrained, preferably on the upper body."
"Whose blood should be dropped?"
"Whosever is to be restrained, their blood should be used. But this item should only work on living creatures; the physical bodies of the Undead can no longer influence their thoughts and consciousness, so it might not have much use."
Fang Hao nodded, "Understood."
He put the golden square imprint away again.
He continued to discuss with Nelson the recent events between him and the fish-headed humanoids.
And, about pulling a giant ship from beneath the sea, so in case of danger in the main city, it could serve as their second city.
It could move around and satisfy their lifestyle needs.
It was a very good place indeed.
Nelson listened quietly by the side, occasionally interjecting with some suggestions.
…
The Dragon Clan is the most powerful race by common consent.
They don't need too much strenuous training and learning; their tiers rise with their age.
Once a race attains a certain height in both strength and wisdom,
A sense of pride, or perhaps domination, naturally forms.
Regardless of the race,
They both envy and fear the power and style of the Dragon Clan.
Slowly, there are fewer who wish to come into contact with them, to avoid trouble.
Blood Prison.
The Blood Prison, at this moment, was even emptier than the previous few days.
The captive dragons had all signed contracts and had been released.
Even the human 'Aerygon' had been sent off to a place called the Webweaver's Camp to mine.
Only the Silver Dragon Beata and the Dragon Hero 'Ashbern' were still locked in the Blood Prison.
Several Skeleton Heroes guarded them daily.
"Ms. Beata, do you know that Fang Hao?" Ashbern asked.
"I don't know him, why?" Beata replied decisively.
"Then it's strange, why is he so insistent on our surrender?" Ashbern was voicing his confusion.
Given the nature of this transmigrator human,
He would certainly not allow uncontrollable elements to exist.
The Dragon Clan hero 'Spencer,' turned into an Undead, was a prime example.
Why didn't he kill them to make obedient Undead heroes, and instead so stubbornly want them to serve him?
And even offered a term of 50 years.
Beata didn't know what to say; of course, she knew why Fang Hao hadn't killed them.
It probably had more to do with some past events.
"What do I know, he's probably sick in the head!"
Ashbern was silent for a while, choosing not to dwell on the matter, then continued, "In fact, 50 years isn't completely unacceptable to the Dragon Clan, considering his human lifespan, he might not even live that long."
"What do you mean?" Beata turned her head as best as she could and asked in a serious tone.
"Ms. Beata, you're still growing; being locked up here will affect your advancement. 50 years isn't that much; don't you agree?" Ashbern spoke softly in persuasion.
"He killed so many of our clan, and we're to just obey him? I can't accept that," Beata said through clenched teeth.
"Think about it, what he says isn't entirely wrong. We were the ones who invaded. What else could he do but fight back? The fact that he didn't kill us is already quite surprising," Ashbern continued persuading.
Since they had been captured, almost a month had passed.
The Dragon Clan hadn't made any move, and they too had no means of escaping.
Continuing the standoff had no benefits for them.
It's possible that one day the human will kill them and truly turn them into Undead.
"I don't care, I won't agree," Beata remained stubborn.
"It's not just about serving him. His strength has surpassed our imagination. In the future, other members of the Dragon Clan may attack him. If we get out, we can also find a way to warn the others not to come here blindly to die," Ashbern considered for a moment and added.
This time, Beata didn't argue but fell into thought.
Right then, from the end of the Blood Prison, faint footsteps could be heard.
Both immediately stopped talking.
A Lizardman clad in golden armor walked down with a slow pace.
Looking at the two's condition, he spoke indifferently, "The lord has ordered a major withdrawal of troops from the main city, and to ensure its safety, I can only keep one of you. The other will become an Undead hero. Discuss it, and decide who lives and who dies."
Finishing his words, without waiting for any reaction from them, he turned and left directly.