Just when Ampton was forced into a corner with no way out, a cool feeling came from his hands, and what he originally wanted to say blurted out.
"I'm on my way to find the Heart of Glory..."
The picture in front of him flashed, and it was no longer his father's glaring face, but that face turned into Schliemann's.
"Hey! Cheer up!"
Ampton felt something moving under his nose. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and it was bright red blood.
He looked at his other hand and found that he was holding Schliemann's leaf pendant.
"You...why are you not affected?"
Schliemann took back the pendant, curled his lips, and said: "This level of whispering is far worse than the blue sea..."
Ampton glanced at the city wall and saw several people in different states.
Walter was holding the sword with his back facing this side, his body shaking constantly, as if he was resisting something;
Vivian was kneeling on the ground, holding a long dagger in her hand, wailing and trying to cut off something that didn't exist in front of her;
Hilpeter rolled on the ground, stretched out his hands and grabbed them in mid-air, and made a gesture of stuffing them into his mouth. While grabbing them, he yelled with a sad face: "No more! It's too much! I really don't want it anymore!"
"Hey, stop looking at them now and take a look outside to see how the fever is going. It's going to be terrible if they continue to be this crazy!"
"You use that pendant of yours!"
"It's not always tried and true..."
Schliemann frowned and pointed at Hillpeter: "That bastard doesn't know what he saw, so he won't be effective."
Ampton licked his lips, took two deep breaths, and stuck his head out of the crenellation.
The fire in the trench was soaring into the sky, and the smoke column was already very high. The huge body of the son of the ancient god was still burning fiercely, and the flaming tentacles were shaken all over the ground.
"It will probably take dozens of minutes less..."
Apton said, raising his chin towards Walter: "Why don't you go over and save him first?"
"I won't go. You can't see his face here. His expression looks like he's about to eat someone. If I go over, he'll give me another blow..."
Ampton rolled his eyes: "Give me that thing and I'll save him."
Schliemann narrowed his eyes and put the pendant in Ampton's hand.
Ampton drew his sword, walked towards Walter, stretched out his hand wrapped with a pendant and grabbed Walter's left hand.
Walter suddenly moved, he jerked his hand out, turned around and stabbed straight with his sword.
Ampton jumped back suddenly and at the same time raised his sword to block the opponent's thrusting sword.
His sword seemed to be stuck to the opponent's sword. Walter put away the sword, and Apton's sword was sent over. Walter swung the sword, and Apton took the sword back.
But Apton's sword always affected Walter's sword path, which made it impossible for the opponent to attack. No matter how fast Walter was, he would not be able to be effective in front of Apton.
"Why doesn't it work?"
"Ah, that's how it happens sometimes!"
Upton was going to be pissed to death by Schliemann's salty answer. He carefully kept his sword straight and suppressed the fire in his heart.
"Then what should we do now?"
"You are the king. Even if there is a way, you should be the one who knows..."
Apton wished he could go over and give Schliemann a sword now, but Walter was still in front of him, and he had to find a way to bring him back to his senses.
Drawing the sword, lifting the sword, Apton changed the path of the sword. Walter's offensive rhythm, which had been attacking, was completely destroyed by Apton.
Ampton soon caught an opportunity. He pressed his sword to the left, forcing Walter to open the middle. He narrowed his eyes, turned his waist, moved his hips, threw his legs, and hit Walter's chin with a beautiful back kick.
Walter staggered back two steps, still maintaining a fighting posture.
"Huh? What...what did I do?"
Ampton put away his sword and said calmly: "It's nothing."
Schliemann originally looked down on swordsmanship. He thought that with hot weapons, these things were purely cumbersome, and the scimitar on his waist was rarely used.
But when he saw Apton's swordsmanship, he suddenly felt that he needed to learn the skills of close combat.
Schliemann looked at Ampton, who had rescued Vivian, and stopped him.
The reason why he was willing to give the pendant to Ampton was not only to see his strength, but also for another purpose.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"That was my original plan, but now I neither intend to kill you nor do I want to kill you."
Ampton looked back at Schliemann with a face full of astonishment, then looked down at the pendant in his hand.
"Does this thing still have this function?"
Schliemann caught the thrown pendant and put it into his leather bag.
"Didn't you notice that your strength has increased?"
"No."
Ampton had a sullen expression on his face, annoyed by the idea of being plotted by Schliemann.
Schliemann recalled the battle between Apton and Walter. The last kick was indeed not very powerful. For Apton, who was using the pendant for the first time, it was impossible for him to control the sudden surge in power.
"It seems that this thing is not effective for everyone..."
Walter and Vivian both regained their senses. They looked at Hilpeter who was still rolling around on the ground and scratching in dumbfounded eyes, and looked at each other awkwardly.
"Did we do this just now?"
Schliemann waved his hand, stood up, walked towards Hilpeter, straddled him and started slapping him.
After two slaps, Hilpeter stopped his crazy behavior, muttered a few words that no one could understand, and leaned against the wall to breathe heavily.
Schliemann was curious as to what the ogre had seen to cause such funny and frightening movements, so he asked his own question.
"I just remembered the time when you took me out of the Lost Island...
Didn’t I often steal bread from your ship? After you docked, you bought a hundred white bread and forced me to finish them..."
Schliemann was stunned. He had indeed done this, but he did not expect that such a thing would leave a shadow on Hillpeter.
"Is this the most fearful moment in your heart? What's there to be afraid of? Didn't you finish the meal in the end?"
Hilpeter wiped away tears and looked at the sky that was almost split in half by the thick smoke.
“I thought life in the jungle of the Lost Island was paradise. It wasn’t until I followed you out of there that I discovered that the outside was much better than there.
There are delicious food and fun things to do, there are soft girls in the pub, and mellow wine...
I'm afraid you'll send me back..."
Seeing Hilpeter's dejected look, Schliemann patted him on the shoulder.
"How could it be possible? You are a living person, and I can still tie you up and send you away?"
"As soon as I became the first mate, Jimmy infiltrated the ship; I went with him to the underground chamber of the temple ruins, but didn't get any information; I watched the captain rest, and the captain's wallet was stolen...
My role as first mate... is so useless..."
"Okay, okay, it's not a big deal, just be careful next time..."
Schliemann comforted Hilpeter who was wiping tears at the side. Seeing that it had no effect, he sternly muttered: "Vivian is watching."
