Warlock of the Magus World Chapter 997
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'Congregations are indeed a good way to embellish the atmosphere… No wonder the churches of my past preferred to hold worship on selected days each week…' Leylin who had withdrawn his vision shook his head.
It was just a matter of time before the tribes of the Chihuahua Islands would come to his side. He believed that Tiff understood his intentions, and could exploit the worth of a saintess.
After all these matters were settled, Leylin's gaze turned to Debanks Island. He did not have time to conquer all the tribes of the Chihuahua Islands. He had to conquer the few largest ones first, producing his own divinity and ascending to become a demigod before he could challenge the Sakartes Kingdom.
After focusing on the internal affairs, a new round of battle preparations was slowly underway.
"Apart from subjugating the tribes and killing them, the quest to conquer the natives has to be filled with death and plagues." Leylin's eyes were as deep as the abyss. To truly win with smaller numbers, the latter two aspects must be regarded.
If not for certain limitations and the prevent the outside world from finding out, Leylin would even send people to ask for help from the Goddess of Plagues.
After all, with her alignment as evil, she would definitely be glad to unleash a plague.
"Forget it… This secret of me being able to absorb the natives belief would be leaked, I might as well do this myself…"
Pride welled within Leylin.
As a Magus, it was not difficult to create a new plague if he had spent some time on it. Furthermore, with the bloodline as a Warlock, he could even come up with a way that would be fatal for the natives, increasing the chances of contracting the diseases, thus eliminating the whole tribe!
While he did not had to resort to such extremes, it was still necessary to give them a good scare.
Just thinking about it, any tribes which would go against Leylin would contact the plague. With people dying anytime, and being able to save oneself by pledging their faith to Leylin, how much power would he produce?
While some clerics had magic to resist the plague, but how sparse were they in numbers? Compared to the ratio of commoners? With the limitations of spell slots, just saving the nobility would be already the best outcome.
Furthermore, their gods were just ground spirits or at the ranks of a demigod. Their divine spells were only rank 5 at most, not to mention the number of times they could cast paled in comparison to a real god. This was one major limitation.
After conquering the Chihuahua Islands, Leylin's army which had travelled a long distance could finally plant their foot down firmly on the island close to Debanks Islands.
With the support from the naval warships, the counterattack of Debanks Island would not surmount to much.
Even if they had discovered Leylin now, and took on the most efficient course of action, they weren't able to chase Leylin away from this place.
In addition, by conquering the Chihuahua Islands, there would be constant supply of war supplies, warriors and most importantly, power derived from faith!
As for the natives which Leylin had took on board, they were now released as translators and mediating officers, aiding the governance of Leylin's army.
While high ranking clerics has spells such as Language Proficiency, it was not enough on the ground for each of them to hold a scroll containing the spell. Hence the likes of translators were paramount.
Of course, this was only the first wave, Very soon a new set of civilisation would be introduced with the common language spoken on the continent.
In fact, this was how colonisation worked, and Leylin merely borrowed a page from its books. However, he had exchanged the harvesting of resources for the the power of belief.
After this was set in stone, another month had passed. The two of the five thousand pirates were now either injured or were sent down for ground operations by Leylin.
Leylin then brought the remaining three thousand pirates on deck and began to head for Debanks Island, the true continent of the natives!
Three thousand against a million! This sounded extremely absurd, but after a series of events, the crew had all placed their utmost faith in Leylin.
This fervent worship was the necessity for zealotry! Leylin believed that after taking these pirates on an unimaginable war, the surviving ones would definitely turn into zealots.
After arriving close to the shores of Debanks Island, Leylin passed down the orders for all to stop sailing, as if waiting for something.
To him, each and every one of his troop was extremely precious, so venturing in the dark would be too dangerous.
According to his plan, what came next would be an effortless victory.
After the time of five hourglasses, a red figure approached from the horizon and landed on Leylin's deck.
"I have brought him here as planned!"
It was Isabel, who was now in her draconic form. Crimson scales littered her body, and there was a pair of giant red wings protruding from her back. The pupils in her eyes too had turned into the iconic vertical pupils of dragons.
However, Isabel seemed to be in a miserable state, which scales on her back were somewhat turned.
"What happened? Is something wrong?" Leylin raised his hand, a healing arcane spell covering her body as large amounts of shattered scales quickly regrew.
"While we were plundering others, we were discovered by the totem spirit and were pursued. However, like you said, after a certain distance away from the tribe, they automatically returned…"
Isabel now looked much better as she tossed an unconscious native to the deck.
The native who had been captured was dressed in bright-coloured robes. The rosy cheeks and exquisite skin meant that this was someone who had been brought up in a great environment, and at the very least had the same amount of power as the chief of the Chihuahua Islands.
"Good! Lock him up at the bottom of the ship and ensure that he doesn't die. We can then happily blackmail the tribe and ask for ransom…"
Leylin waved his arms, and two pirates immediately went forward to carry the unconscious native chief down.
"This is such a crude plan. Will they fall for it?"
While Leylin had some of the imposing aura that gods possessed, Isabel was still his cousin, which was why he could ask this. Tiff had no intentions of questioning him, as if everything Leylin said was the truth!
"Who knows? We can't go wrong with trying it…"
Leylin rolled his shoulders back, feeling like there was a large possibility of this working out.
The natives were foolish, ignorant and naive. Similarly in America of his previous world, the western colonialists had used the method of extortion. That alone had gained them countless riches.
While the situation was different, the natives here had sacrificial ceremonies for totem spirits and higher-ups like high priests. There was even a system of divine and royal power. This chief should have some descendants and faithful officials, right?
Anyway, Leylin had made his mind. If this didn't work out, he could just kill the captive and capture a high priest or something.
Fortunately, the tribe did not seem to be able to bear with the death of the chief. After Leylin sent out an emissary, the other party's people quickly arrived.
At the stipulated coastal waters, a large wave of natives rowing tens of canoes arrived under the Scarlet Tigers ship.
The pirates on the deck watched the canoes under them disdainfully.
In their eyes, just a slight splash from their large ship could drown the entire army, with their boats capsizing and people dying.
Immediately after though, they could not shift their eyes away. Any teasing or attempts at attacking these natives' canoes would be result in a ruthless counterattack.
This was because they saw golden rays! Golden rays all over the canoes!
Bright yellow gold household utensils and large chunks of gold nuggets were transported to the deck as ransom for their chief.
The dazzling colours immediately filled the pirates' sights as greed appeared on their expressions.
Was the reason they had become pirates and struggled for their lives on the perilous deep seas with military merchant ships not for this?
"While it doesn't come up to much, having them piled together is quite eye-catching…"
In reality, Leylin knew that this did not mean that the Debanks Island had plentiful gold stored up.
On the continent, people were used to using gold and silver as currency. Here, they might use items like cocoa beans and obsidians, while gold was for decorations. If not for Leylin's emissary specifically requesting this, they might bring a pile of obsidians and the like over as ransom.
In the eyes of these natives, being able to get their chief back by handing over a pile of useless decorations meant they had struck It rich.
Leylin stroked his chin, watching the emissaries from the natives' side crawling before him. From their point of view, a large ship like a lofty mountain was no different from a miracle.
"Mighty beings with fair skin who traverse through the seas and possess tall and large ships, I have brought the items you wanted. Please let our chief go. From hereon, you will also receive friendship from our tribe…"
A priest who was evidently one of the higher-ups spoke while cowering, and Leylin had no issues with understanding it.
His comprehension ability was not something comparable to regular divine beings. The moment he became a demigod, being able to understand all languages would be instinct for him.
The priest was now showing all his cowardice before Leylin.
"I see the ransom, but that isn't enough…"
Leylin branded his meaning into the minds of the natives.
"A king can only be redeemed with a king. You can meet your chief. After this, you are to declare war on the neighbouring Angodub. Take the chief captive in exchange for your own chief!"