Back on deck, Artest Roosevelt looked around.
In addition to the ship he was on, there were three other ships of varying sizes around him.
Despite their different nationalities, they all came to this sea area for the same purpose.
About half a year ago, senior officials from various countries received reports of the perception of special magical fluctuations. After detailed investigation and verification, it was determined that the location of the special magical fluctuations was in the sea where the Demon King's Castle sank in the past.
The Succubus reappears, indicating that the sunken Demon Castle still has the ability to teleport.
There is no doubt that the Demon King will come.
The strange fluctuations of magical power may be the Demon King debugging the door to this world.
The time predicted by the sage is about to come.
In order to grasp the movements of the Demon King as soon as possible, personnel from various countries sent reconnaissance teams to this sea area.
The Kalugat Sea is far away from the land, and there are only a few islands around it.
Life at sea was quite boring. Over the course of several months, personnel on different ships often visited each other, exchanged what they had seen and heard, and their relationships were very harmonious.
Now that violent magical fluctuations are sweeping across the sea, everyone has returned to their posts, concentrating on detecting the sea, searching for various magical intelligence, and conducting analysis.
Sharing intelligence has become a consensus.
But now the communication magic is blocked, so it is a little troublesome to communicate.
Fortunately, before leaving the Library of Everything, Artest brought some interesting things with him.
Taking out a palm-sized rectangular object, Artest Roosevelt dialed the emergency contact devices on other ships, gathered all the key personnel into a group, and conducted a video call with everyone.
Almost everyone was speechless with amazement at this little gadget that could communicate without the need for magic.
In fact, this thing also supports magic communication, but considering that many people are used to using crystal balls, Artest Roosevelt decided to use this thing only in the most urgent situations.
After all, this thing is still in the development and testing stage.
Artest Roosevelt was a little worried about the quality of this thing at first, but after using it, he found that this thing called a "cell phone" was far more convenient than he had imagined.
With the help of this thing, Artest Roosevelt could communicate with people on other ships in a timely manner and understand their situation.
It was also through this thing that Artest Roosevelt quickly learned that other ships had come to the same answer as him:
“A large amount of magic power is continuously bubbling out of the sea beneath our feet.
Because the magic power that keeps coming out is very irregular, it has caused the current magic disorder.
If we can find the place where the most magic power is flowing out, maybe we can find the center of the huge teleportation magic.
If we can strike the center of that huge teleportation magic, we might be able to slow down the speed at which the gate opens."
The problem is that trying to move in such a huge amount of magic power is itself a very difficult task.
If the magic power is too thin, it will make people unable to use magic; if the magic power is too strong, it may cause death.
Just when everyone was hesitating whether to get closer to the center where the magic power was rapidly flowing out, looking for the eye of the teleportation magic array to hinder the arrival of the Demon King, Artest Roosevelt took the initiative to step forward and was willing to act as the vanguard.
Before anyone could make up their mind, a large amount of magic power suddenly surged out from beneath the sea.
Bubbles slowly rise from the deep ocean and explode with a "pop" on the sea.
Some bubbles exploded directly next to the hull, leaving tiny cracks on the sturdy ship.
Artest Roosevelt climbed over the railing and saw that the entire sea seemed to be boiling, with a huge amount of magic power sweeping over.
Many ordinary crew members who assisted the reconnaissance team could not stand the pressure of this huge magic power and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea. In serious cases, they even bled from all seven orifices and fell into a coma.
Upon hearing the news, the leaders of the reconnaissance team all frowned.
In the end, everyone gave up the idea of finding the center of magic.
According to the current increase in the flow rate of magic power, it is very likely that even magicians like them will be affected by the dense magic power.
Perhaps before they even meet the Demon King, they will be buried in the sea due to the turbulent magical power around them.
After a series of discussions, even though Artest Roosevelt had petitioned, they still made an extremely difficult decision.
Temporarily withdraw from this area of chaotic magic, use magic to construct a large safe area, hide in it, and then observe and monitor this area.
Although he had no choice, Artest Roosevelt had to give up the idea of bombarding the teleportation magic center.
All ships began to speed up and moved away from the bubbling sea before they were sunk by the bubbles.
As time passed, all the ships retreated to relatively safe waters.
Artest Roosevelt stood on the deck and looked at the completely "boiling" sea, and as usual, he wrote down everything he saw and heard with paper and pen.
Each ship had its shields deployed, appearing to be indestructible.
The decks of every ship were filled with people, staring intently ahead.
Every minute and every second now is torment for them. They are afraid that the situation will take a turn for the worse in the blink of an eye and the devil will descend into this world.
However, the process of the Demon King's arrival into this world was far more complicated than they had imagined.
In the dark seabed, it seemed as if there was no sense of the flow of time. A golden figure sat in the center of a huge magic circle, and a lonely voice from the deep sea came out:
"Countdown, 4 hours, 00 minutes, 01 seconds. 4 hours, 00 minutes, 01 seconds.
It has been detected that the magic power in this world has seriously declined. More magic power is needed to fully open the door.
The magic power over there needs to be quickly replenished to this world.
Requesting.
Request Completed
The reserved magic was not enough to open the door, it was too far, too far indeed.
Continue request
Request completed.
Enough magic power.
Starting to replenish magic power now may bring huge magic fluctuations to this world.
Is it okay
That's okay. I know the order.
The magic power access ritual is completed.
Now start releasing a lot of magic power."
The golden figure slowly bent down, inserted his arms onto the magic circle, and merged with the entire magic circle.
Artest Roosevelt was writing and drawing on paper, when suddenly his writing pen broke.
The golden figure at the bottom of the sea slowly opened its mouth towards the invisible sky, and a golden light pierced through the deep darkness, pierced through the boiling sea surface, pierced through the air, reached the sky, and formed a huge pillar of light.
The endless black clouds rushed towards the huge column of light and turned into a huge vortex.
The reconnaissance troops on the ship were stunned. The bright beam of light cast long shadows behind them.
Compared with this huge column of light, they were incredibly small.
(End of this chapter)