"An airship? You mean it flies in the sky?"
The injuries Xuan Zi had inflicted on Du Busi had already healed.
The unfamiliar name piqued his curiosity.
Owl Bro slowly pointed behind him.
Six iron ships, each dozens of meters long, stood in a clearing amid the forest.
Du Busi studied them closely.
"Those are ships?"
"How did you get them onto land?"
Du Busi asked.
Unlike the astonished Du Busi, Yan Shaozhe seemed used to this by now.
After all, every so often, the Fatui pulled some new marvel out of their sleeves.
Compared with a Vision, which could be driven by thought alone to transform elements, he found the ship rather more plausible.
As Du Busi was escorted aboard the lead ship, its sails rose at once.
Soul Power rippled through the dark openings beneath the hull, enveloping the entire ship and lifting it steadily upward.
Then the twin propellers at the stern, like spinning wings, stirred up gusts that drove the ship swiftly forward through the air.
A breeze brushed past. Lights shone brightly.
The Fatui soldiers' fine equipment drew admiring looks, but this ship was something else.
It was even more astonishing than the Train.
"You actually put the Train's levitation technology on a warship!"
Du Busi ran a hand over the Tiger Gate Level Three Soul Cannon at the bow. Golden light shone from him as he laughed. "How about building a few of these for the Body Sect?"
"I'll paint the Body Sect's emblem on the sails and fly them around every day. Anyone who sees one will know the Body Sect has arrived."
"This thing makes a much bigger entrance than those off-road vehicles of yours!"
"Too bad Banner Bro's all the way at the Evil Soul Masters' headquarters. He can't experience this."