Traveling on the ocean far away from land, the fatal turbulence was the greatest risk that travelers had to face. These sudden and intense magical turbulence came and went without a trace, turning a region of the sea from tranquil to an extreme environment in a very short period of time, and each time it would cover a wide area.
For ocean-going ships that lacked effective early warning and protective means, the characteristics of the chaotic turbulence were undoubtedly a fatal threat. The lack of effective early warning meant that the ship could not avoid it in advance. The rapid deterioration and the wide coverage meant that the ship could not escape the storm area before it was fatally damaged. Once it fell into the extreme weather caused by the chaotic turbulence, an old-time ship could be dismantled into pieces in less than ten minutes.
In order to challenge the ocean, the two human empires had developed advanced ships based on their technological routes. The Typhon people had restored the ancient sacred object of the storm and created a weather warning instrument that could sense the scale and location of the chaotic turbulence to a certain extent. They had also developed a protective system that could protect the ship for a long time in an extreme weather environment. The Cecil people had built large warships with strong alloys and enhanced the ship's protection with energy shields. At the same time, they had also introduced the navigation technology of the sirens and the Nagas to minimize the risk of the chaotic turbulence.
It was unknown which of the two routes was better, but one thing was certain: they were still very new and in a very immature stage.
Therefore, the fleet led by the Cold Winter had an important mission in addition to carrying out the mission of transporting supplies. That was to collect as much meteorological data as possible in the distant sea area as possible and collect all the information related to the chaotic turbulence. When they returned safely, these data would become the precious wealth of the Cecil and even all the mortal civilizations on the Loren Continent.
The alarm sounded on every ship. The crew and passengers who heard the alarm reacted instantly and returned to their respective posts or safer spaces within the ship as quickly as possible.
Byron returned to the bridge of the Cold Winter and looked down at the well-trained soldiers who quickly went to work and prepared to deal with the chaotic turbulence. Under the control of the controllers, the ship's shield was turned into enhanced mode in the shortest time possible. The power spine was charged with level two energy. A large amount of seawater was pumped into the elemental conversion pool and was converted into cold pure water with high efficiency, ready to act as an additional cooling medium in case the power spine overheated.
Everything was done in an orderly manner. Although the controllers were nervous and busy, there was no sense of panic at the last moment of the storm. And Byron knew that the situation on the other ships was not much worse than the Cold Winter.
Being well-trained was one thing. Another reason was that this was not the first "magic storm" the fleet had encountered in this voyage. Since they set sail at North Harbor, the fleet had encountered three distant chaotic turbulence and one near chaotic turbulence in the vast distant sea area. As everyone knew, turbulent magic turbulence was a very common phenomenon in the distant sea. Considering the priority of the mission and the loss during the voyage, even with the sirens and nagas as navigators, the fleet could not deviate too far from the scheduled route. They had to avoid the storm area as much as possible and stick to the edge of the safe route. This caused the crew on the ship to see the "terrifying natural wonders" in the distance every now and then.
After brushing past the chaotic turbulence several times, the sailors on the ships had recovered from their initial panic. Although they were not at ease, at least they were able to perform normally in their posts.
However, from the words of the siren Kassandra, it seemed that this would be the closest the 'Winter' had been to the chaotic turbulence since it set sail from the North Port. Now that they were 'brushing' past the storm zone at such a close distance, the scene might be more exciting than before.
At this moment, a roar from the sky suddenly exploded, interrupting Byron's wild thoughts on the bridge. At the same time, a bright blue light shone in from the crystal glass window on the side, instantly turning the entire bridge blue. Everyone on the Cold Winter instantly tensed up. The chaotic turbulence had begun.
Without warning, a large number of gorgeous light curtains suddenly rose over the sea near the sailing fleet. It was as if the sky had suddenly exploded, and the ancient starlight splashed down from the crack in the sky. The beautiful light curtains fluttered in the sky, but this beautiful scene did not bring any beautiful follow-up. Following the appearance of the light curtains were giant lightning bolts that suddenly connected the sky and the sea. Countless large and small high-energy sparks were born in the air along with these lightning bolts!
The violent energy release process began, and the entire sea began to enter a state of charging. The abundant water elements quickly "boiled" under the influence of the magic power. Huge waves rose from the sea, and the wind roared. A destructive giant wall rose from the vast and calm sea a second ago, pressing down on the crew of the Cold Winter and all the other ships in a very powerful manner. At the closest position, this "curtain wall" was even only a few kilometers away from the fleet, which made it even more terrifying.
At this moment, even the most iron-hearted warriors had to tremble in the face of this terrible force of nature.
…
Inside the Ice Mary, the adventurers were gathered in the internal dining room below the deck as instructed. Outside the strengthened porthole on the side of the dining room, the dazzling blue light and the pale white light caused by the release of magic power constantly lit up. The steel mechanical ship, which looked like a mountain in the eyes of ordinary people, was swaying left and right, and there were disturbing creaking sounds coming from some corners. The brave adventurers, who were usually full of vigor, were now nervous. Their faces were taut, and their fists under the table were clenched so tightly that their knuckles turned white. No one was talking loudly or expressing their opinions about the strict rules of the ship. Instead, they were as quiet as the students in the academy, waiting for the teacher to give them their test papers.
The young huntress Lola sat near the porthole with a slightly pale face. She did not really want to see the storm raging outside, but if she were to hide far away from the porthole and only listen to the sound, it would be more disturbing. So, she could only brace herself and sit here. While paying attention to the distance between the storm and the ship, she could not help but mutter, "I don't like this feeling … No matter how powerful I am, I'm still trapped in a tin can, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered …"
"This will help you to have a reverence for the force of nature," a middle-aged man in a Druil short robe said to Lola with a calm expression and a calm and wise tone of an elder, "In the face of the powerful force of nature, a person's bravery will eventually have to bow his head. In this storm, I've learned some truths that are difficult to reach on land …"
Lola glanced down at the Druid under the table and felt a sense of admiration. To be fair, she could not boast in such a smooth and natural manner when her legs were shaking so hard that they almost left afterimages in the air.
She retracted her gaze and subconsciously glanced at the old adventurer sitting opposite her. In the end, she was surprised to see a pair of excited eyes staring intently at the sea outside the window.
"Did you see it just now?" Modir said excitedly as if he saw a golden mountain in front of him. "Did you see the moment when the chaotic turbulence was just created? The energy release of the source point started from high up in the sky, and I bet it was at least at the top of the static layer … maybe even in the turbulence layer! So the chaotic turbulence on the sea should be a 'by-product' of some kind of upper atmosphere phenomenon. It's normal that humans can't predict its appearance! Our horizons are too narrow! "
Lola's expression was getting weirder and weirder, but her mind was much more stable under the influence of the old man. She swallowed and asked with some difficulty, "It's already like this, and you still have the mood to do your 'research'?"
"Like this? Of course it's like this! Do you know how rare this situation is? " Modir's eyes suddenly widened. "If it weren't for the experienced navigators and these advanced mechanical ships, I'm afraid we would never be able to observe the formation of the magic turbulence at such a close and safe distance. Some secrets will never be solved. I guess the smart people on the Cold Winter must have also observed the phenomenon just now, but I don't know if they have the same idea as me … Sigh, what a pity that what I just said is just speculation. If we really want to verify what's happening in the sky, we have to fly up and see for ourselves …"
"You still want to fly up and see?!" Lola was shocked. "You have to think carefully! This is not just a matter of going to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Giant Dragon … "
"I know, I know, I'm just saying." Modir did not wait for Lola to finish and waved his hand. "Such an operation requires very careful planning and preparation. It should at least include a full set of magic amplification equipment and protective equipment, a brave deputy, a reliable will notary, and a will without any typos. Now that we don't have these conditions, I'll stay in the cabin."
Lola was speechless.
Modir, on the other hand, did not care how interesting Miss Huntress' expression was. He just glanced at the storm outside the window. Suddenly, his eyes were in a trance, and his tone was a little hesitant. "By the way … I feel like this scene is not unfamiliar to me. I'm not talking about the storm I saw on the ship before, I'm saying … I feel like I've experienced this thing a long time ago, and it's so close … or even closer … "
Zola had long been used to the old man with a bad memory suddenly recalling the past. Since she had nothing else to do, she went along with the old man's words and said, "You want to go even further? How is that possible! Then I'm afraid we'll be swallowed by that terrible storm! We're basically sailing on its edge now … "
"You're right, then we should be swallowed by the storm." Modir looked at Lola with a serious face. "So I must have been swallowed by the storm, but by some kind of miraculous luck, I'm sure I didn't die, and then I had a great adventure that I can boast to my descendants for centuries. But the bad thing is, I've forgotten all those great adventures! I've lost the opportunity to boast to my descendants … Wait, do I have descendants? "
The old mage suddenly covered his forehead and muttered in great distress. But this time, he did not hear Miss Huntress in front of him guiding or comforting him. In fact, at this moment, he felt that his surroundings had suddenly become extremely quiet.
The confusion in his mind gradually subsided. Modir slowly let go of his hand, raised his head, and looked at everything around him in a daze.
The entire cafeteria was empty. The adventurers who crowded the cafeteria seemed to have evaporated from this world in an instant. A strange, faded black and white texture covered everything in his field of vision. Under the cover of black and white, all the tables, walls, floor, and roof showed a slightly distorted state, as if a layer of strange filter was covering his vision. Everything in his sight presented a projection posture that only existed in another world.
The Shadow Realm … It's very much like the Shadow Realm, but not exactly the same.
Modir instinctively made a judgment in his mind, but he did not understand how he could make such a judgment so quickly and naturally. He did not remember having any dealings with the Shadow Realm, and he did not know where the corresponding knowledge in his mind came from.
Cautiously, the old mage poked his head out of the porthole.
A huge figure, covered with large and small grayish-white cracks, came into his sight without warning.
The vast sea outside the porthole had now turned into a 'desert'. The grayish-white sand filled the space between heaven and earth. The figure sat in the middle of this barren and endless world, leaning on a collapsed and crooked throne, or perhaps an altar. The figure was dressed in dark clothes and looked like a woman. However, due to the size of her body, it was impossible to see her full appearance. Countless grayish-white cracks covered her body, overlapping with her figure in a state that did not conform to the laws of light. It looked strange but also revealed a sacred, majestic, and frightening aura.
This was a sight that Modir had never seen before, a sight that mortals should never see.
However, he felt an unusual calmness in his heart, as if he had not only seen this figure before, but also seen her countless times …
At that moment, he heard a voice. It was a languid female voice, and it rang directly in the entire world as if it was everywhere. "… Any new stories?"
Modir was stunned. He did not know if the voice was directed at him, and did not know if he should respond. And just as he was momentarily stunned, another voice suddenly appeared, responding to the question in the world. "… I've told you all my stories more than once. Of course, we can tell them again.
"But before I start telling my stories, it's your turn to tell your story."
Modir's eyes widened instantly.
He recognized the voice that responded.
That was his own voice!!
The old mage felt his heart suddenly began to beat faster. He felt as if he was finally close to an answer that he had been searching for for centuries, but he did not know if he was ready for it. At the same time, the languid female voice that echoed between heaven and earth rang again. "Indeed, it's my turn — but I have no stories to tell … I only have a new dream recently."
The next second, Modir heard the voice that was almost identical to his again. "A dream is not a story … but it's fine. Your dreams are sometimes more interesting than stories."
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