The chaotic magic turbulence and violent wind and waves are like a huge forest, stirring up a vast sea area with a terrifying posture. However, the "forest" always has a boundary. The ship covered by a powerful shield rushed out of the waves. It was thrown up by a sudden uplift of the current, and then staggered and crashed on an undulating sea, and finally arrived at a calmer sea.
The bright sunshine and the gentle sea breeze gathered together to welcome this challenger who has broken through all kinds of difficulties and dangers.
A sailor crawled out from his hiding place, and then used the flying technique to come to the upper deck. He looked towards the stern of the ship, and saw a gray-black cloud wall rapidly receding from his sight. The bright and brilliant sun shone on the Spirit On the surrounding sea, this stark contrast is like two worlds.
"... goddess of magic..." the sailor muttered to himself, "this is much more terrifying than the turbulent flow of magic power I saw in the mage's tower..."
"We need to recalibrate the course." Another sailor also came to the upper deck. He looked up at the clear sky, and several light blue shimmering rings suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. In the "lens", the light of the stars kept flickering. After a while, the sailor frowned, "Tsk... We have deviated from the course, but fortunately, we haven't deviated too much..."
In the command room of Spirit, the control mage floating in mid-air looked at Earl Owen Dyson: "Captain, we are recalibrating the course."
Owen Dyson nodded: "Go back to the right direction as soon as possible. The disordered turbulence on the ocean will reappear at any time. The longer we stay in this area, the more dangerous it will be."
Powerful magic energy flows between the various cabins of the ship. The magic circle almost covering the entire ship and the crew members stationed everywhere have been operating at the highest efficiency. Due to the damage of a large number of equipment, even the trial type magic energy engine Serious failures also occurred in the previous storm. At this moment, this advanced exploration ship can only rely on manpower to navigate, but fortunately, the augmentation circle of the main body of the ship is still intact, and the strong anti-magic shell has also encountered the impact of magic turbulence before. The spellcasting personnel on the ship were protected at this time, and the ship can still continue to perform missions in a better state. This is the only good news among all the bad news.
"We have to re-evaluate the 'disordered turbulence' in the ocean," Owen Dyson couldn't help but began to reflect on the voyage after the situation was a little safer. The combination of wind and waves and magic turbulence is so simple, it appeared without warning before, this is the most dangerous place."
"We imitated the holy relics of the Church of Storms to create the 'Early Warning Planetarium', but now it seems that it has not functioned at least not stably," the first officer shook his head, "it did not work after the 'Spirit' fell into the storm. Frantically agitated, but only upsetting."
Early warning planetarium...
Earl Owen Dyson couldn't help looking at a long table near the porthole. On the long table depicting complex runes, there was a complex magic device fixed in the center of the magic circle. It consisted of a core Composed of a sphere and a large number of orbits and small spheres orbiting the sphere, it looks like a celestial instrument used by astrologers to deduce the stars, but the core sphere does not symbolize the earth, but is filled with sea-like blue shimmering.
This is a "Church of Storms magical instrument" restored by analyzing ancient relics and technical data. Seven hundred years ago, the priests of the storm used this instrument to warn of environmental changes at sea and find safe routes. It used to be the headquarters of the Church of the Storm, and the Dyson family was closely related to the Church of the Storm. Therefore, a large number of technical documents related to it were preserved in Port Mobius. After paying a certain amount of manpower and material resources, the scholars of the empire successfully restored it. However, on this voyage, its effect was not satisfactory.
"After all, the environment in the laboratory is different from the reality. The real ocean is far more complicated than we imagined, and this magic weapon... obviously needs the cooperation of the storm magic to really work," said a scholar on board. Sighing softly, "The mage's mana can't directly control the magical device... In this era, where can we find a sane priest of the storm?"
Owen Dyson didn't answer, just looked at the scene outside the ship projected by the magic phantom, and said in a low tone: "Just to break through the first storm zone near the sea, the Spirit was forced to such an extent. It turns out that it relies on shields It is not feasible to forcibly break through the storm with the anti-magic shell, at least at this stage we do not have this ability. The only safe way...is still to find a safe route in the storm."
"However, the safe route changes at any time. The farther you go, the more complex the disordered turbulence becomes, and the more difficult it is to control the safe route," said the scholar on board. "We currently have no effective means of observation or prediction."
"Then continue to work hard in this direction," Owen Dyson said in a deep voice, "Although the early warning planetarium did not play its due role, at least it was activated after entering the storm area, which shows that the Church of the Storm Technology is not completely uncontrollable by outsiders. The Cecilians can transform the alchemy of the druids into industrial technology, and there is no reason why the Typhons cannot do similar things."
After listening to the admonition, the scholar's expression became serious: "...you are right."
Owen Dyson exhaled lightly, and turned to the mage who was monitoring the situation of the ship: "How is the situation of the magic engine?"
"The water ingress and elemental erosion in the mechanical compartment have been ruled out, and the maintenance personnel are assessing the situation," the mage floating in mid-air, surrounded by runes, immediately replied, "...the core does not seem to be damaged, just the previous bumps of the transmission They got stuck in the middle. If we can dock in safe waters, we have a chance to fix them."
"Fix the engine if you can," said Owen Dyson, "the ship needs the power of the engine and the sailors keep their strength for the perils of the sea."
"It would be great if we could get the engine technology of the Cecilians..." The first officer next to him couldn't help but sigh, "It is said that they have already created an engine that can run stably on a large ship, and they know how to make it Machines resistant to harsh elements…”
"They built river ships, not sea ships," Owen Dyson shook his head. "Of course, their engine technology is indeed more advanced than ours. After all, magic machinery was originally developed from them... But they don't Will give the Typhon people real good things with good intentions."
At this moment, the mage in charge of observing the external situation suddenly shouted: "Captain! There is land ahead!"
"Give me the chart!" Owen Dyson immediately said to the first officer next to him.
The chief mate quickly fetched the sea chart. This is a newly drawn sea chart, but most of the content in it comes from ancient books recorded hundreds of years ago. The former Typhon offshore colonial islands are marked vertically and horizontally on the sea chart. Between the staggered lines, a shimmering red bright line trembled on the blueprint. At the end of the bright line, there was a vivid projection of a ship condensed by magic power. That was the Courage.
The astrologer in the sailors and the ship's own astrology array jointly confirmed the position of the Courage on the ocean, and this position was projected to the bridge in real time by the mage who controlled the ship's core. In the magical environment of the bridge, the Courage was marked on the pale yellow parchment. One of the tasks of Owen Dyson's voyage this time was to confirm whether the markings on the chart from seven hundred years ago were still valid. available, and whether this new technique for locating ships at sea is feasible.
Considering the risks in this mission, Spirit is not too far away from the mainland, and the target island it wants to explore is also the colony point closest to Typhon's mainland. It's just that everyone underestimated the danger of the ocean. Speaking of its offshore location, Spirit still encountered enormous challenges.
Owen Dyson's eyes moved slowly on the magic parchment, the shimmering boat swayed slightly among the ancient coordinates, perfectly reproducing the current state of the Spirit, and in front of it, an island The outlines of the man are emerging from the parchment.
"If our route has returned to the correct position... that is Thassos," the Typhon nobleman tapped the table lightly with his fist, and his tone was excited but with a hint of heaviness, "The territory we had to give up …”
"It's our destination," said the first mate. "It is said that in the hundreds of years after the end of the age of sailing, the Son of the Storm occupied that island and the surrounding coral reefs..."
"Those dark believers should have gone further away from the land now, to the depths of the eastern ocean," Owen Dyson shook his head lightly, "but maybe there are some traces of them left on Thassos Island... this helps It's up to us to figure out what happened to those crazy cultists all these years."
As he spoke, he raised his head and ordered loudly:
"Let the sailors step up and head towards Thassos at full speed. The waters near the island are safe, and we can repair the engine and anti-magic shell there!"
…
In the depths of the far sea far away from Loren Continent, a large-scale archipelago is quietly dormant in the waves and breeze.
On the largest island in the archipelago, the towns built by humans are bathed in sunlight. The high and low buildings are arranged in an orderly manner. The port facilities, lighthouses, clock towers, and the pyramid-shaped temple in the center keep watch over each other.
However, this supposedly prosperous settlement is now shrouded in an unusual tranquility.
The streets were empty, the port facilities were left unattended, the clock tower and lighthouse stood lonely in the sea breeze, and the fallen leaves on the ramp leading to the Great Temple had not been cleaned for many days.
Between the dead streets and alleys, only a few terrified and dazed eyes occasionally flashed in the doorways of some houses that have not yet been abandoned, and the only remaining inhabitants of the island could not bring much to hide in them. A home with a sense of security seems to be waiting for the approach of an apocalypse, waiting for the end of fate.
A gust of sea breeze blew through the streets and alleys, rolling up a few scattered pieces of paper at the corner of the street. These "paper pieces" exuding the fragrance of seaweed and made of extremely special materials fluttered up and down, and some of them stuck to the nearby walls.
Something was written on the piece of paper with common human letters and some kind of undulating alien script that looked like waves, and only part of the content could be vaguely recognized in the dirt:
"... According to research by authoritative scholars, the mutation is harmless, please don't be too panic..."
"The queen has decided to accept the mutated humans, we will help you tide over the difficulties..."
"Don't rush into a dead end, the deep sea is actually friendly..."
"House with sea view near Sunny Beach can be rented or sold, and the first 100 new Naga who sign up can enjoy no down payment..."
"Limited processing of resident status in Antavien City..."
"... Haigou City is sincerely recruiting construction workers. The queen promises free vocational training and work arrangements for deep-diving promotions. High-frequency resonance excavator technology packages include teaching packages and distribution packages..."
These things are invitations from sea monsters, temptations from the deep sea, and terrifying murmurs from that indescribable ancient sea.
Since a month ago, those sea monsters have used some kind of flying device to spread these "letters" all over the entire archipelago, and now, they are waiting openly near the island, waiting for the last human beings on the island to transform into the terrifying deep sea biology.
At first, the Sons of the Storm still had the power to remove these leaflets and appease people, but now, there is no healthy resident who can stand up to do these things. Instead, more and more people left the island after the complete transformation, accounting for the former residents. more than half of.
The rest are just lingering on their last legs before being completely eroded and transformed by the deep sea.
On the edge of the island, under the calm sea surface, phantoms in the water swim briskly, walking through the changing light and shadow formed by the sun.
The Krakens are waiting.
Wait patiently.