When the Crescent set off, it circled the east and west islands several times, and Schliemann fired several cannons as the islanders bid farewell.
The flames ejected from these aerial cannons made the islanders all kneel down. They looked devoutly at the twin gods who were about to return to the realm of gods, with tears in their eyes.
Two false gods, Schliemann and Hillpeter, stood on the side of the ship, each carrying a leaf pendant, waving to the islanders.
Presuming that the islanders couldn't see it, Schliemann put down his hand and looked towards Hillpeter. Hillpeter quickly took off the pendant and handed it to Schliemann.
"You should have no problem flying according to the aeronautical chart, right?"
Hilpeter nodded: "No problem, add more observation positions to ensure that no empty island is missed."
Schliemann nodded and walked towards his cabin.
He is going to study the ability of this new pendant. As far as he is concerned, this new pendant has not played its role and has no side effects.
He lit a candle, held a pendant in one hand, and felt the power provided by the pendant flow throughout his body, guiding this power to flow to another pendant.
After tinkering for a long time, it has no effect at all.
"What the hell..."
Schliemann raised the new pendant and was about to throw it away when he suddenly found that his body became heavy.
Not just myself, everything seemed to slow down until it came to a standstill.
The flame of the candle no longer swayed, the black rope of the pendant no longer swayed, and even the light and shadow coming from under the door crack had settled into a special shape.
Schliemann could not move an inch.
He couldn't breathe, and the suffocation gradually filled his whole body. He wanted to shout but couldn't open his mouth. He wanted to wave his arms and move his legs, but he couldn't move anywhere in his body.
Time was like a suddenly frozen stream of water. It enveloped Schliemann and came to a complete standstill.
Eventually, when the suffocation reaches its peak, everything flows again.
The candlelight swayed slightly with Schliemann's breathing, the black rope hung down on the table, and the light and shadow under the door swayed with the people walking outside the cabin.
"What was... just now?"
The concept of time stopping appeared in Schliemann's mind, but this kind of time stopping was completely different from the film and television works he was exposed to.
With this cessation, the caster himself is also stopped.
“No…no.
I also stopped. How did I see those things? Did my eyes move? No, it has nothing to do with the eyes.
If time really stops, then the movement of light will also stop. My retina cannot receive light and cannot image, so how did the things I see come from? "
Schliemann looked at the pendant in his hand. After thinking for a while, he began to breathe heavily.
After he was ready, he held the pendant high as if he wanted to repeat the previous action.
However, nothing happened.
"Fuck..."
Schliemann, who was holding his breath, couldn't hold it in anymore. He cursed loudly and recalled what he had just done, thought, and said, trying his best to understand the conditions that triggered the function of this leaf.
"What the hell? No, it's not because of what I said. What was I thinking at the time?
Useless……"
The feeling of suffocation came again, the swing of the candlelight slowed down until it stopped, and the swaying light and shadow in the crack of the door stopped again.
Although Schliemann was still surprised this time, he was no longer so panicked.
He didn't have to try to move his eyes or blink. Everything around him, as well as the things in the dark that he usually couldn't see clearly when he looked carefully, now appeared in his mind.
It's obvious that he doesn't see these things through his eyes, and this special ability doesn't stop time.
Because Schliemann calmed down and even saw the outlines of the airflow, and these outlines were slowly changing.
The feeling of suffocation reached its peak, and Schliemann couldn't hold it in anymore. As he took a sharp breath, the surrounding objects returned to normal speed, the flames were still swaying, and the light and shadow were still mottled.
But the outlines of those airflows have disappeared.
Schliemann knew that the function of the new pendant was to help the wearer enter a supersensory state, in which the user's senses would be enhanced to the limit.
Vision, hearing, touch, even a sixth sense and dynamic predicted trajectories of objects.
"But what's the use of this? It can only strengthen one breath, and after the breath ends, you still have to breathe for a while... Why are these things so useless? Isn't there one that can instantly turn you into a master of swordsmanship?"
Schliemann sighed, weighed the pendant in his hand, and thought hard about this ability.
If Ampton is a good master, it would be better to say that he is a conscientious businessman.
In order to raise the value of the epee skills taught to Schliemann to a level equal to that of cannon casting, he had to drive Schliemann to practice swordplay every day.
He knocked on the door of the captain's cabin. There was no response, but Schliemann could be heard breathing heavily, so he quickly opened the door.
Schliemann was holding two pendants, his face was covered with sweat, and his eyes turned into bright red vertical pupils once again when he looked at him.
Apton drew his sword directly, and Schliemann quickly raised his hands.
"Didn't I tell you that if you want to try that pendant, I must be there to try it?"
"Um?"
Schliemann understood that he must have changed to some extent, and only then did Ampton see what he was doing.
"I don't remember that I promised you."
"Although the possibility of being invaded by the ancient god's soul fragment is very small, it is possible.
I can't risk this possibility. "
Schliemann waved his hand, saying that this would never happen to him.
"It has lost all its divine power, and it still invades the land... Come on, tell me why you are here."
"It's time to practice sword practice!"
Schliemann's eyes twitched. He didn't want to practice sword practice.
He is the kind of lazy guy who keeps shouting "God, let me get rich" all day long, but at the same time he doesn't buy a lottery ticket.
The battle in Dark Star City made Schlieman know the importance of mastering a cold weapon, but he didn't want to practice it.
He reluctantly picked up the heavy sword, put on the pendant, and walked to the deck with Apton.
When he got to the deck, he realized that he had brought the wrong pendant, and now he was wearing the "useless" one.
Schliemann shouted twice, trying to get Ampton to stop, but Ampton thought Schlieman was looking for a reason to goof around again, and the King's Sword danced faster, making Schlieman tired of parrying.
Seeing that his physical strength was about to be exhausted, Schliemann had no choice but to activate his "useless" ability.
Ampton's movements slowed down until they stopped, and the outline of the airflow appeared, fluttering slightly and causing disturbances.
Schliemann focused his attention on the path of Apton's sword. He was surprised to find that a shadow moved forward half an inch, as if predicting Apton's next attack.
As Schliemann counterattacked in his imagination, another phantom of the sword appeared. Its trajectory followed Schliemann's imagination and separated the phantom of Apton.
"Okay, I'll let you fight! Watch me beat the old master to death with random punches!"
