"Didn't I ask all of you to cover your eyes after the game ends?" Zhang Lisheng casually remarked and muttered to himself, "So it's the winner who will dig out their eyes. In other words, only the winner has the qualification to dedicate himself to God.
Such devout believers! No wonder they didn't show any negative emotions when they died in my hands. They must have regarded the Island Dragon's devastation as a test for God to accept the sacrifice.
They're not lunatics but religious fanatics. Now, things are even more troublesome … "
"Lisheng, how do you know that they'll do such a terrible thing after the game? Stop talking to yourself. You're not alone anyway.
Can you tell us if there's anything you want to say? Perhaps we can help you come up with some ideas. It's too scary not knowing anything. Please, Lisheng … "
When the girl was begging the young man, the nine indigenous midgets who had won the game had already dug out their eyes.
At this time, hundreds of their compatriots carefully stepped into the sacred stadium that was surrounded by vines and was covered in blood. They lifted the limbs and heads of the nine blind people who were purposely howling in pain and walked to the three stone pillars on the beach before hanging them upside down on the stone pillars with ropes.
After doing all of this, the indigenous headman held the 18 broken eyeballs with both of his hands and slowly walked towards the sailors and passengers of the Elizabeth Holiday who were standing in front of the giant ship.
As his footsteps approached, Fjodna, who realized what the indigenous midget wanted to do, had a sudden change of expression. The first mate beside him stuttered softly, "M-Sir, t-that aborigine, d-don't tell me that he wants us to … to … to …"
"He worships the ship as a God. Those of us who come down from the ship are naturally God's messengers. I think the last action of the sacrifice is for us to eat those eyes.
Everyone, don't panic! Leave everything to me! Leave it to me! " Fjodna raised his voice and shouted. At this time, the indigenous headman had already stood in front of him while holding the eyeballs that were still trembling with water.
The old captain suppressed his tumbling appetite and with a solemn expression, pinched a slippery eyeball with a hint of warmth from the aborigine headman's hand before turning around and placing it on the first step steel suspension ladder of the Elizabeth Holiday.
Then, he imitated the tone of the indigenous midget who was kneeling on the ground and shouted, "Start the pulley and pull the suspension ladder up!"
The sailors on the ship hurriedly started the motor and pulled the ladder up.
After waiting for a while, Fjodna shouted again, "Take that disgusting eyeball away, wipe the traces clean, lower the suspension ladder, and use my current tone to say a few words on the radio.
Security, be ready to fire at any time. If these natives attack us, the sailors with the safety axes will be on the frontline with me. The chief officer will be responsible for guiding the passengers back to the ship. "
"Sir, I'm stronger. Let me stay …"
"Harry, I'm the captain of the Elizabeth Holiday. During a shipwreck, my words are the law. Stop bargaining!" Fjodna waved his hand majestically.
At this time, the suspension ladder of the Elizabeth Holiday began to descend slowly amidst the roar of the motor. At the same time, someone announced loudly in a strange tone from the broadcast on the ship, "I'm Kerryn Constance, the third officer of the Elizabeth Holiday. I've received the captain's order to ask the passengers near the suspension ladder to leave immediately.
Sailors on duty, Rachel Priscilla, Maxine Nikita, go to the entrance of the suspension ladder immediately and be ready to receive passengers who may be evacuated. "
"What a clever young man!" Upon hearing the broadcast on the ship, Fjodna was stunned for a moment before nodding approvingly. Turning around, he walked up to the aborigine leader and clapped his hands with a smile on his face before spreading them out. "Accepted! The ship has accepted your sacrifice!"
A joyful smile crept upon the aborigine leader's face. The skin on his face exploded in a horrifying manner as he held the remaining eyeball and made a gesture of inviting the captain to take it.
Upon seeing the midget's friendly behavior, Fjodna secretly sighed in relief. Reaching out, he slowly took those horrifying broken eyeballs out of the aborigine leader's hand one by one and placed them on the suspension ladder. "Retract the suspension ladder and put a piece of cream cake on it when you lower it down."
Upon hearing Fjodna giving such an order in a manner that was similar to a chant, a surprised expression crept upon Zhang Lisheng's face. "It's really the case of old people and old trees. If it were me in that situation just now, I'm afraid that other than swallowing the eyeballs alive, I'd have no choice but to kill all of these midgets.
However, isn't the 'cream cake' a little redundant … Sh * t!
That aborigine with a feather in his head actually likes such a ridiculous return. Looks like deception is indeed more useful than violence when dealing with barbarians who lack wisdom … "
As the young man muttered to himself, the aborigine leader danced as he took a piece of nine-inch chocolate cream cake from Fjodna's hand that was sent down from the suspension ladder. His nose twitched continuously as he was attracted by the sweet smell.
"Food! This is sacred and delicious food! It's a gift from the ship! Eat! Eat …" When Fjodna saw the aborigine leader's expression, he pointed at his own mouth and pretended to be chewing in an intoxicated manner.
The aborigine leader hesitantly extended his slender red snake-like tongue to lick the cake in his hand. His eyes lit up as a look of amazement appeared on his face. However, he no longer continued to enjoy it alone. Instead, he used his hand that was filled with the sticky body fluids and blood of the victorious midget players to hold the cake and returned to the aborigines to share the delicious gift from God with everyone.
A piece of nine-inch cream cake was strangely licked by hundreds of people in a row. Calculating that they had already wasted a long time, the captain, who felt that he had already achieved a good interaction with the island's aborigines, finally ordered in a calm voice, "Alright, we can go to the forest to cut wood now.
Everyone, be careful! Don't wander off alone and don't be too hasty in the beginning … "
Under Fjodna's warning, the ship's sailors and passengers carefully moved sideways and bypassed the group of aborigine midgets. They began to cut wood at the edge of the forest and picked up the fallen branches.
The aborigine midgets were engrossed in tasting the cream chocolate and did not care about the sneaky actions of the Earthlings at all. Instead, it was the strange sharp sand on the island that soon taught the rash woodpickers a small lesson.
"Ah, sh * t! T-My hand is injured! Why is this branch so sharp …" The first New York young man who rushed to the edge of the forest in large strides and bent down to pick up the broken branch from the ground suddenly exclaimed.
He shook off the branch in his hand with force and looked at his palm carefully. Only then did he realize that it was not the branch that had hurt him, but it was the layer of soil that was wrapped by the wind and rain on the outside of the branch. When he clenched it tightly, it had cut countless fine bloodstains on his hand. "Be careful, guys! The sand in this world is very sharp. You'll cut your fingers with just a little bit of force."
Upon hearing the cry of the injured young man, the captain, who had pinched a little bit of sand from the ground, rubbed his fingers and frowned before shouting out loud, "The sand on the ground is indeed very sharp. Everyone, it's better to take off your coat and wrap it around your palm before picking up the wood.
Harry, go tell the people on the ship to tear the tablecloth into strips that are two fingers wide and send them down to us. After everyone has piled the wood under the stone pillar, wrap your hands with the strips of cloth first before coming back to continue working. "
Following Fjodna's order, the bored girls who stayed on the ship had something to do. They started to use table knives, scissors, and even nail clippers to cut a small seam on the large tablecloth on the deck before forcefully tearing the white tablecloth into strips.
Zhang Lisheng had a blanket on his head and placed Mountoad between his legs to sit cross-legged. Together with 20 to 30 old men, they were tearing the cloth strips but their eyes did not leave the indigenous midgets who were still enjoying the delicious food.
"Lisheng, why do you think the captain asked us to tear the cloth strips?"
"The sand on this island is as sharp as glass powder. In order not to get hurt when we move the wood, we'll need to wrap our hands."
"I see. Then do you think those aborigines will suddenly turn on us and attack us after eating our chocolate cake?"
"I don't know, you should ask Trish. She seems to have a deep understanding of the minds of these barbarians who believe in primitive religion." Zhang Lisheng looked at the red-haired girl beside him casually and said casually.
"It's not that I have a deep understanding of the minds of barbarians who believe in primitive religion. It's just that I've heard many Catholic missionary stories when I was young.
In those stories, no matter how kind and amiable the infidels are at the beginning, they'll reveal their devil-like ferocious faces in the end, "Trish whispered.
"W-We're not persuading them to change their faith, we're just chopping a few pieces of wood in front of them …"
"Just destroying their religious tokens? Sh * t, I actually forgot about that!" Zhang Lisheng's expression changed right away. However, he quickly calmed down after a change of thought. "But it's good this way too. With fewer people sharing the food, the chances of us escaping will be higher instead …"
As the young man was muttering to himself, the first batch of New York young men who carefully wrapped their hands with their jackets had already taken big strides and threw the wood under the stone pillar that had completely revealed its towering, huge body after the ebb tide.
Even though each of them only had a few pieces, after several dozens to hundreds of people had accumulated them, a pile of firewood that was nearly half a meter high was formed on the beach that had not been completely dried yet.
The instant the firewood pile was formed, the sailor who was responsible for the ignition immediately poured gasoline on it and ignited the fire. Upon seeing the fire, the people who were chopping wood and picking up branches under the ship could not help but shout out in excitement.
However, unlike the cheerful cheers of the Elizabeth Holiday's sailors and passengers, when the midgets saw the fire burning under the huge stone pillar in the sea from afar, a horrified expression crept upon their faces.
With a twisted expression, the aborigine's leader screamed as he ran towards Fjodna. However, the other midgets were unwilling to give this leader who had been fooled by the blasphemer a chance to express his loyalty to the god.
One of the strong midgets behind him, who had been extremely respectful to him just now, kicked him to the ground. Very soon, this poor man was trampled into a pile of meat by hundreds of angry compatriots.
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