Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

Peroz fell silent.

Judd Krolov, anyone who studies history and researches the Age of Atheism and the Dark Ages knows him.

In family records, many people speculated that their power might have come from Judd, but it was ultimately denied.

After all, someone with divine blood and extraordinary sequence shouldn't be so "ordinary".

"I have answered your questions, and I have repaid your kindness."

"Now, it's my turn." Barbossa gave a gentle smile.

"Are you willing to become followers of the great Noah and join me in creating a greater era with the Black Ocean?"

The tone was extremely gentle and sincere, but Peroz still shook his head and refused.

"Of course not possible."

The lighter opened and then fell towards the dry firewood.

boom!

The flame did not burn, the dry wood turned into pure gold, and the lighter fell into the pure gold and was crushed by Barbossa.

"Is this your reliance?" Barbossa looked at the broken lighter in his hand curiously and asked Peroz.

Since we know that she has the blood of a god, and the Krolov family has a history of tens of thousands of years, it cannot be excessive to be cautious with her.

Peroz's mind went blank.

Playing tricks in front of a demigod, he really must be stupid.

For the sake of an answer, I turned a sure-win situation into this state. I am probably the most stupid Krolov.

Now we can only hope that the lighter is destroyed and that mysterious person will sense it.

"Is it enough to just light a bonfire?" The smell of fireworks accompanied by a familiar voice sounded in Peroz's ears.

"Professor Hogot!" Looking at the lighter in Hogot's hand and the bonfire at his feet, Peroz couldn't help but shout out in surprise.

"I've been following you just now. I saw you looking restless, holding this lighter, and collecting firewood."

"Based on your conversation with Finks, I felt that your condition was about to get worse, so I played a little trick on you. You don't mind, do you?" Hogot smiled kindly.

"Shouldn't you have slipped away long ago?" Finks asked in a low voice.

"I've always been the one who abides by contracts. If it's a situation where I'm going to die, I'll definitely leave."

"Since little Peroz has a trump card, this is not the worst situation, so it is normal for me to stay." Hogot smiled and said gently.

"Besides, she hasn't given me an answer to the question I asked little Perozzi before."

About twenty years ago, he encountered a truly mortal situation. According to the agreement, others should give up on him.

But one person stayed.

"I don't think things are that bad yet."

Hogot felt that he would probably never forget his smile.

"A bonfire? Is this your last resort? You want to burn me to death?" Barbossa showed a hideous smile.

The golden liquid rushed towards the bonfire, but it couldn't extinguish it.

Ciel, who was reflecting in his office, suddenly shifted his gaze to the Island of Jevers.

"Such a strong curse smell. Hmm... Is this to use the power of the curse for your own benefit?"

"There are so many unexpected talents in this era."

"Hopefully there will be some good news."

He stretched.

A clone appeared on the Island of Yevils in his place.

"It seems that you are in trouble?" The familiar voice made Peroz feel a little relieved.

"Yes, great being, I came here in obedience to your will and found the black ocean sealed by the Pure White God."

"It's just that when I was about to take it away, I encountered some minor troubles."

As Peroz spoke, he glanced at Barbosa who was suppressing himself at the side.

I'm no match...

After integrating the power of the curse, Barbossa felt fear for the first time.

He was standing there doing nothing, and was talking to Peroz gently.

But he had an urge to escape.

"It's just a minor inconvenience." Ciel didn't look at Barbossa. To him, a Transcendent standing between Sequence 4 and Sequence 3 wasn't even a minor inconvenience.

Charles' eyes scanned the surroundings, and then the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Very good, you didn't lie to me."

Charles's eyes were fixed on a certain spot in the void, and he showed a hint of a happy smile.

If he can't find this thing, all his methods will be in vain. It will be much easier if he can find it and unlock the seal.

Then his eyes fell on Barbossa.

"What a poor man..."

"If only you could complete your mission, I wouldn't have to work so hard."

He waved.

Barbossa's soul left his body.

Hundreds of black auras also broke away with it.

"You're really crazy. You dare to believe in the true God with this attitude. Now the gods have disappeared."

"But if those beings hadn't disappeared, you wouldn't have become so miserable."

Facing the chattering Charles, the others fell into silence.

The existence that was almost unmatched in their eyes was like a doll that everyone could squeeze and knead in front of Charles.

The world has changed so much that they don’t recognize it anymore.

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Chapter 71 Is Chapter 71 wrong?

Poor guy.

This is Charles's evaluation of Barbossa.

At the same time, he did feel a little regretful that Barbossa did not bring the Black Ocean back three hundred years ago.

If he succeeds in accomplishing this, based on how people used black fire during the Black Fire Age, then by the time he arrives, this era will at least be the electrical age.

Anything is possible with the advent of the Internet.

Unfortunately...

The transition from one era to another is never easy.

The White God paid with his life to end the Black Fire Age. How could it be easy for Barbossa and the Kit Kingdom to restart this era?

Under the extraordinary spiritual light, all curses became false. In the past three hundred years, only the current Barbossa can be called the pearl of the Kit Kingdom. The rest of the time, he was just a madman trapped in madness and curse.

"Are you a god...?" Looking at his own hands, Barbossa's spirit reviewed the past hundreds of years, his expression extremely complicated.

"Barely half." Charles was slightly happy because he had found the connection with the Black Ocean, so he was willing to answer his last question.

Even helping Barbossa regain consciousness instead of letting him perish in a state of madness.

Barbossa placed his right hand over his chest and bowed slightly, "Am I dying?"

His tone was unusually calm.

Compared to the nightmares he had endured for so many years, death was a relief for him.

"Just a few minutes." Charles pointed his finger slightly in the air, and the golden island slowly shattered, revealing the real Yevers Island.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Go ahead and ask, since we can be considered fellow travelers." Charles nodded.

To him, anyone who wants to push the technology tree forward is his friend.

He was willing to give them a little help without harming his own interests.

"Your Majesty the King and I...what did we do wrong?"

All we want is to start a great era...

All we want is to completely overthrow this outdated era with backward productivity and countless people being exploited by factories...

We simply want to revolutionize the world and create an era where countless people can support themselves without having to work so hard...

Are we wrong?

If I'm wrong, please tell me where I'm wrong.

If not...

Why did the Kit Kingdom suffer such a misfortune?

Thinking of the three hundred years of his chaotic and mad state like a wild beast, Barbossa's spirit was about to collapse.

"Yes, you are right."

"At least in my opinion, you are on the right track."

"Steam engines, differential engines, airships... We can't always be stuck with these devices. Judging by their power, even with the help of magic, they're still too backward."

"Compared to energy sources like coal and gas, the black fire within the Black Ocean is undoubtedly more advanced. Furthermore, in other aspects, black fire surpasses these resources in every way."

"If I have to say there's any fault, it's that you took steps too big and too fast. At the same time, you were too worried about the gains and losses when doing certain things."

Barbossa is a poor man, but at the same time, everything he does is his own fault.

He can even be regarded as a sinner of the times.

"Because of the previous Pure White God, you think this Pure White God won't agree with your plan."

"In order to complete his mission, he destroyed the apotheosis ceremony of a pure and kind person."

"Since arriving here, you've never considered obtaining the Black Ocean through gentler means. You're not wrong, but you deserve this fate."

After seeing Barbossa and the others, a lot of information about them fell into Charles's eyes.

In fact, no one is wrong in this matter.

Is the White God wrong?

The Black Fire Age was the era with the most frequent wars after the Dark Ages. The average life expectancy was less than 30 years, and many countries declined in the war under Dou Wu's reckless military rule.

Over the past millennia, tens of billions of innocent people have died in wars, and the number of military deaths is many times higher.

During the Black Fire Age, when the population was at its lowest, the total population of several continents combined was less than 100 million.

And now, the population of the Kingdom of York exceeds this number.

From this perspective, can we say that the Pure White God who ends everything is wrong?

Anyone who can become a demigod, even if his mentality is a little pure, is definitely not a fool.

With the help of the divine, they can see the root of everything right down to the essence.

The root cause of the chaos in the Black Fire Age lies in human greed and the impact that the new era has brought to the extraordinary people, but these are not things that a demigod can change.

In the end, he chose to seal the Black Fire and paid with his life. This was the ultimate he could do for this era.

Barbossa and King Kit were even more correct.

Although magical power is convenient, the number of extraordinary people means that this power is destined to serve only nobles, big businessmen and powerful people.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

This is a reflection of the times.