The chaotic magic turbulence and violent waves were like a huge forest, stirring up the vast sea in a terrifying manner. However, the 'forest' always had a boundary. Amidst the interweaving curtain of the monstrous waves and the energy turbulence, a ship covered by a powerful shield rushed out of the layers of waves. It was suddenly thrown up by a rising current, then it stumbled and collided with the undulating sea surface before finally reaching a relatively calm sea.
The bright sun and gentle sea breeze gathered together to welcome the challenger who had overcome all the difficulties and dangers.
A sailor crawled out from his hiding place and then cast a flying spell to the upper deck. He looked in the direction of the stern and saw a gray wall of clouds quickly disappearing in his sight. The bright sunlight shone on the sea surface around Braveheart. The stark contrast was like two different worlds.
"… The Goddess of Magic …" the sailor muttered to himself. "This is much scarier than the magic turbulence I saw in the Mage Tower …"
"We need to recalibrate the course." Another sailor also came to the upper deck. He looked up at the clear sky, and suddenly, several light blue rings appeared in front of his eyes. In the 'lens' formed by the rings, the light of the stars was constantly flashing. A moment later, the sailor frowned. "Tsk … We have indeed deviated from the course. Fortunately, we did not deviate too much …"
In the command room of Braveheart, the control magician floating in mid-air looked at Earl Owen Dyson. "Captain, we are recalibrating the course."
Owen Dyson nodded. "Return to the right direction as soon as possible. The chaotic turbulence on the sea will appear at any time. The longer we stay in this area, the more dangerous it will be."
Powerful magic energy flowed between the cabins of the ship. Almost all the magic circles on the ship and the crew stationed everywhere were operating at the highest efficiency. A large number of equipment were damaged, and even the prototype magic engine had a serious malfunction in the storm. At this moment, the advanced exploration ship could only rely on manpower to sail. Fortunately, the main body of the ship's body was still intact, and the strong anti-magic shell had also protected the spellcasters on the ship when they encountered the turbulence. The ship could still carry out its mission in good condition. This was the only good news in all the bad news.
"We have to reevaluate the 'chaotic turbulence' in the sea." After the situation was a little safer, Owen Dyson could not help but reflect on the voyage. He looked at the chief officer beside him and said in a serious tone, "It is not as simple as a combination of wind and magic turbulence. It appeared without warning before, and this is the most dangerous part."
"We have imitated the holy relic of the Church of Storms to create the 'Early Warning Astronomical Globe,' but now it seems that it hasn't worked — at least, it hasn't worked steadily." The first mate shook his head. "After Braveheart fell into the storm, it became frantic, but it only made people upset."
Warning Astronomical Globe …
Earl Owen Dyson could not help but look at a long table near the porthole. On the long table that was engraved with complex runes, there was a complicated magical device fixed in the center of the magic circle. It was made up of a core sphere and a large number of orbits and small spheres orbiting around the core sphere. It looked very much like the celestial instrument used by astrologers to calculate the stars. However, the core sphere did not represent the earth, but was filled with blue waves like the sea.
This was an instrument of the Church of Storms that was restored by analyzing ancient relics and technical data. Seven hundred years ago, the storm priests used this instrument to warn of changes in the sea environment and find a safe route. As the Typhon Empire was the headquarters of the former Church of Storms, and the Dyson family had a close relationship with the Church of Storms, a large number of technical documents related to it were kept in the Port of Mobius. After a certain amount of manpower and material costs, the scholars of the empire succeeded in restoring the instrument. However, in this voyage, the effect was not satisfactory.
"The environment in the laboratory is, after all, different from reality. The real sea is far more complicated than we think, and this instrument … obviously, it needs the cooperation of the storm theurgy to really work." A scholar on the ship could not help but sigh softly. "The mage's magic power can't directly control the theurgy device … In this era, where can we find a sane storm priest?"
Owen Dyson did not answer. He just looked at the scene outside the ship projected by the magic illusion and said in a low voice, "Just to break through the first storm zone near the coast, Braveheart is forced to this extent. It turns out that relying on the shield and the anti-magic shell to break through the storm is not feasible. At least, we do not have the ability to do so at this stage. The only safe way … is still to find a safe route in the storm. "
"But the safe route can change at any time. The further we go into the sea, the more complicated the chaotic turbulence is, and the harder it is to control the safe route," said the scholar on the ship. "We currently have no effective observation or prediction method."
"Then continue to work in this direction," Owen Dyson said in a low voice. "Although the early warning astronomical instrument did not work as it should, at least it was activated when we entered the storm zone. This shows that the technology of the Church of the Storm was not completely uncontrollable. Cecil's people can transform Druil's alchemy into industrial technology, there is no reason why Typhon's people can't do something similar. "
After listening to the lecture, the scholar's expression became serious. "… You are right."
Owen Dyson sighed softly and turned to the mage who was monitoring the ship's situation. "How's the magic engine?"
"The water and elemental corrosion in the mechanical cabin have been eliminated. The maintenance staff is assessing the situation," the mage who was floating in the air and surrounded by runes immediately replied. "… The core does not seem to be damaged, but the transmission device was jammed in the previous turbulence. If we can dock in the safe sea, we have a chance to repair them. "
"Repair the engine as much as possible," Owen Dyson said. "This ship needs the engine's power — the sailors need to save their strength to deal with the dangers on the sea."
"If only we can get the engine technology of Cecil's people …" The first mate could not help but sigh. "It is said that they have built an engine that can operate stably on large ships, and they know how to make the machine withstand the harsh elemental environment …"
"They built inland ships, not sea ships," Owen Dyson shook his head. "Of course, their engine technology is indeed more advanced than ours. After all, the arcanotech was originally developed by them … But they will not be so kind as to give the good stuff to Typhon's people."
At this moment, the mage who was in charge of observing the situation outside suddenly shouted, "Captain! There is land ahead! "
"Give me the nautical chart!" Owen Dyson immediately said to the first mate beside him.
The first mate quickly took the nautical chart — it was a newly drawn nautical chart, but most of the content was recorded in ancient books from hundreds of years ago. The former Typhon's coastal islands were marked between the crisscrossing lines on the chart, and a flickering red light was shaking on the chart. At the end of the light line was a floating, lifelike projection of a ship condensed by magic. It was Braveheart.
The astrologer among the sailors and the Star Formation of the ship confirmed Braveheart's position on the sea. The position was then projected to the bridge by the mage who controlled the core of the ship in real-time. The nautical chart that was enchanted with special magic was placed in the magical environment of the bridge, and Braveheart's position was marked on the light yellow parchment. One of Owen Dyson's missions in this voyage was to confirm whether the various markings on the nautical chart from 700 years ago were still usable, and whether the new technology to locate the ship at sea was feasible.
Considering the risk of this mission, Braveheart did not stray too far from the mainland. The target island it was to explore was also the closest colonial island to Typhon's mainland. However, everyone underestimated the dangers of the sea. In this position, which could be said to be near the sea, Braveheart still encountered a huge challenge.
Owen Dyson's eyes moved slowly on the magic parchment. The glimmering boat swayed slightly between the ancient coordinates, perfectly recreating Braveheart's current state. In front of it, the outline of an island emerged from the parchment.
"If our route has returned to the correct position … that is Tasos Island." The noble of Typhon gently knocked on the table with his fist, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice. "The territory we had to abandon …"
"That's our destination," the first mate said. "It is said that in the hundreds of years after the end of the age of navigation, the Children of Storm occupied the island and the surrounding coral reefs …"
"Those Dark Cultists should have now moved further away from the land, to the depths of the eastern sea." Owen Dyson shook his head gently. "But perhaps they left some traces on Tasos Island … This will help us to understand what happened to those crazy cultists over the years."
As he spoke, he raised his head and gave an order.
"Let the sailors work harder, full speed ahead to Tasos Island. The waters around the island are safe. We can repair the engine and the anti-magic shell there!"
…
In the depths of the distant sea, far away from the Lolun Continent, a large archipelago was quietly dormant in the waves and breeze.
On the largest island in the archipelago, a town built by humans was bathing in the sun. Buildings of different heights were distributed in an orderly manner. Port facilities, lighthouses, bell towers, and the pyramid-shaped great temple in the center were guarding each other.
However, this bustling and prosperous settlement was shrouded in an unusual silence at the moment.
The streets were empty, the port facilities were neglected, the bell towers and lighthouses stood alone in the sea breeze, and the fallen leaves on the slope leading to the great temple had not been cleaned for many days.
Between the lifeless streets and alleys, there were only a few frightened and absent-minded eyes that occasionally flashed through the doors of some houses that had not yet been abandoned. The remaining residents of this island hid in their homes that did not bring them much sense of security, as if they were waiting for the arrival of doomsday, waiting for the end of their fate.
A gust of sea breeze blew through the streets and rolled up a few scattered pieces of paper at the corner of the street. These "pieces of paper," which exuded the fragrance of seaweed and were made of extremely special materials, fluttered up and stuck to the nearby walls.
On the paper, something was written in the common alphabet of humans and some kind of wavy alien language. Only part of the content could be vaguely made out amid the dirt:
"… According to the research of authoritative scholars, the mutation is harmless. Please don't panic …"
"The Queen has decided to accept the mutated humans. We will help you through the difficulties …"
"Don't rush into a dead end. The deep sea is actually friendly …"
"Sea view houses near the Sunny Beach are available for rent and sale. The first 100 new Nagas who sign up can enjoy free down payment …"
"Limited application for resident status in Antavine City …"
"… Trench City is recruiting construction workers. The Queen promises to provide free vocational training and work arrangements for those who are promoted in deep dives. Teaching and learning of high-frequency resonance excavator technology is guaranteed …"
These things were invitations from the sirens, bewitchment from the deep sea, and terrible whispers from the indescribable ancient sea.
Since a month ago, the sirens had used some kind of flying device to spread these "letters" all over the archipelago. Now, they were waiting openly near the island, waiting for the last humans on the island to transform into terrible deep-sea creatures.
At first, the Children of Storms still had the spare energy to remove these flyers and pacify the people, but now, there was no healthy resident who could stand up and do these things. Instead, more and more people left the island after being completely transformed, accounting for more than half of the former residents.
The remaining people were just struggling to survive before they were completely eroded and transformed by the deep sea.
At the edge of the island, under the calm sea, shadows in the water swam briskly, passing through the changing light formed by the sunlight.
The sirens were waiting.
Waiting patiently.
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