Schliemann's confused eyes aroused Apton's alert. He retracted his hand and pressed it on the hilt of the sword.
This action seemed to trigger a certain switch in Schliemann's memory, and he sighed in an extremely depressed manner.
"I just... seemed to have experienced ten thousand years, and it seemed to have only experienced a moment..."
"What did you see?"
Apton asked warily, pressing the hilt of his sword and taking a half step back, controlling the distance within the range he was best at handling.
"I seem to have seen the worlds destroyed one after another by the ancient gods...
Those worlds were eventually desolate, and the only ones left were those black faceless giants... These things seem to have been seen somewhere..."
Schliemann's pupils suddenly trembled, and he suddenly turned his head towards Ampton. Ampton unsheathed his sharp blade and pressed it against Schlieman's neck in an instant.
"Both borers! Those borers turned out to be human beings!"
After Schliemann finished speaking, he reached out to pluck the tip of Apton's sword, but no matter how he plucked it, he could not move Apton's sword.
"Hey hey hey! What are you doing?"
"Prove you are Schliemann."
Schliemann immediately understood the seriousness of the matter. With a serious look on his face, he told the story about the car conversation he had with Ampton yesterday. Only then did Ampton retract his sword, but still stared at Schlieman with a vigilant expression. .
"What happened to me just now?"
"Your eyes just now no longer look human."
Schliemann was stunned and quickly let go of the two pendants in his hands.
Apton gently opened the pendant with the tip of his sword, observed it carefully for a while, and said, "It seems that your blood is the condition for activating this soul fragment..."
As Apton said, he retracted the tip of the sword and cut his finger, dripping blood on the lighter-colored pendant, and then held it in his hand.
Schliemann quickly pulled out his gun. Unlike Ampton, he had the swordsmanship to easily subdue others. If Ampton was controlled, he could only pull the trigger.
But nothing happened to Ampton.
He smiled awkwardly and said, "It seems it only recognizes you..."
Schliemann approached the table again, put away his gun, and looked at Ampton with his finger outstretched, as if asking for permission.
"It's okay, just touch it. If you turn into a monster, I will give you a good pleasure."
Schliemann grinned awkwardly.
"I really thank you..."
He grabbed the pendant, but nothing happened.
"Is there anything different?"
The two asked this question at the same time. Obviously, Schliemann was asking about his eyes, while Ampton was asking Schlieman about his feelings.
"No."
Both sides answered each other's questions at the same time.
The tension disappeared, Schliemann put away his gun, and Ampton put away his sword.
"Hiss... what I saw just now is definitely the memory of the ancient god."
"What did it do?"
"Destroy world after world...
I don't know his purpose, I just saw those memories. At the end of this memory, in front of the ancient god is a man with a blazing white light all over his body. "
"That should be Hyperion, the sun god."
Schliemann was stunned for a moment, and there was a bit of regret in that brief exclamation.
"Hey, you shouldn't have woken me up. Who wouldn't want to see a battle between gods..."
He muttered, putting the two pendants into the leather bag and stuffing them into his pockets.
"Who knew you were doing this in the castle...I'm here to tell you that the second cannon has finished cooling down, and Selu is smashing the clay there."
"Oh, let's go then, hurry up and take the next step..."
The two rushed to the blacksmith shed. Selu was holding an iron pick to poke the hardened mud in the barrel of the gun. Walter was holding the barrel of the gun aside, his face covered with sweat.
"Ah, you should let Walter do the stabbing. He knows how to use a sword."
Schliemann's words made everyone present just roll their eyes, and Walter also rarely spoke back.
"I wanted to stab it, but Selu couldn't hold the gun."
Putting the two gun barrels together, it is easy to tell which one was carved by Schliemann and which one was carved by Selu.
The one carved by Schliemann has a rough appearance, while the one carved by Selu is even as fine as a pattern.
The step of polishing was very simple. Schliemann handed over this set of processes to the old blacksmith who had been watching the show. The old blacksmith was also happy to have something to do, so he took his two apprentices and started doing it.
Schliemann found a carpenter on the island and drew a sketch for him. The carpenter ran away with the picture in astonishment.
When Ampton asked Schliemann what it was, Schliemann said calmly while loading a flare into the musket: "A gun mount."
The signal flare streaked across the sky with a loud noise, and the people on the West Island looked up, no longer as surprised as when they first saw it.
The Crescent landed on a cliff on the mountainside, and the crew gathered on one side of the Crescent to listen to Schliemann's instructions.
"Captain, I don't understand what you are thinking. How about you draw a picture?"
Schliemann took Connie's pen and notebook, and he quickly drew a sketch on it.
"It's very simple. I need to install a track on the left and right sides of the Crescent's upper deck."
Connie scratched his head. He didn't know what the use of these two tracks was, but since it was the captain's request, he just had to do it.
Walter once again became Schliemann's labor force. Relying on Apton's interest in cannons, Schliemann would definitely not use Hillpeter where Walter could be used.
Walter was assigned to carry the powder keg.
After weighing the cannonball that Apton poured with the remaining molten iron and pretending to measure the diameter of the cannonball, Schliemann nodded.
Back at the Lord's Castle, Schlieman asked Vivian and Selu to pack the gunpowder, but Vivian refused to touch those dark and dangerous things, so the job fell on Selu alone.
After Schliemann gave a few safety precautions, he left Selu and a pile of oil paper and left the castle.
He came to the blacksmith shed, found some iron blocks, heated them red in the forge, took them out and directed the two physically strong supermen, Apton and Walter, to hammer them.
The old blacksmith beside him was polishing the cannon body, and the muttering words of the apprentice next to him reached Schlieman's ears.
"Ah, what do you think the Twin Gods are creating?"
"I can't tell...it should be some kind of artifact."
"Then aren't we awesome? We have helped God create artifacts!"
"Come on, this is the last step of polishing. If we can participate in the pouring process, then we can really learn the skill of making artifacts!"
The old blacksmith on the side laughed and said: "You can't learn anything by participating. What can you learn by just doing what the twin gods say? How to obey the command?"
Just that furnace, will you be able to build it out of it? "
When he heard about the furnace, Schliemann suddenly remembered that the furnace was no longer useful to him.
"Old Quill! This stove will be yours from now on!"
The old blacksmith looked surprised. After confirming again and again, he ran to the furnace, leaving his two apprentices pouting and polishing the cannon body.
Suddenly, it was time for the small-caliber artillery test firing.
Schliemann chose the test location in the mountains next to the woods.
