When the mortal kingdoms were sinking in the Chaos, and the entire continent was gradually swallowed up by the dark vortex, the lands outside the main continent could not stay calm forever. Every piece of land floating in the void was affected by the dark side of the Sea of Carnos. Distorted laws and negative magic were spreading from the depths of the world, infecting the material realm layer by layer. The speed of the world's distortion was far faster than any recorded tide of Chaos in history. The changes in Collow were so obvious that even the villagers could detect it, not to mention the Sanctum scholars who had been monitoring the border of Chaos for thousands of years and guarding the realm of Order.
A group of investigators from the Theocracy set off a few days ago. They were now crossing the dark realm of Chaos, and the scenery of the southern end of the Ansu Continent was gradually reflected in the eyes of the high-ranking monk, Calaxus.
The Ansu Continent and the Kingdom of Fimbulant were opposite each other. Between these two floating lands in the void, in addition to darkness and Chaos, there were only the broken islands around the main continent floating around. Since ancient times, there had been only two ways of transportation connecting the floating continents. One was the expensive teleportation circle, which was efficient and safe, but also costly. It could not be used all the time. When the Chaos interfered with the Chaos, the teleportation circle had to be shut down. The other was a variety of flying tools — wind boats made by the elves, magic-powered ships made by humans, and domesticated blue magic whales trained by orcs and trolls. These vehicles were the crystallization of the wisdom accumulated by the people of Collow for thousands of years. Although sailing in the Sea of Carnos was extremely dangerous, and there was the possibility of being attacked by the Chaos at any time, these means of transportation were still essential. Without them to connect the broken continents of Collow, the mortals of this world would have been swallowed up by the darkness thousands of years ago.
Calaxus stood on the high bow deck of the Hammer of Order, watching the clouds on both sides being blown away by the energy streams ejected by the magic-powered warships. He was thinking about the connection of the continent, the progress of civilization, and the survival of technology. The cold wind blew across the cheeks of the high-ranking monk, blowing his gray hair up. His white gold-trimmed monk robe fluttered behind him.
But Calaxus did not notice this at all. He was immersed in his own thoughts, and the cliffs of the continent in front of him were just a blurry shadow in his unfocused gray eyes. The high-ranking monk liked this state of contemplation. Even in the Theocracy, few people could understand his strange thoughts. Even the most brilliant scholars only focused on coping with the immediate crisis or memorizing the ancient books. Few people would seriously think about the future of the world or worry about the declining civilization of Collow.
It often made him feel that the clouds over the world were getting thicker and thicker every minute.
The Sacred Hammer began to slow down, and the interior of the great warship creaked. Layers of magic runes appeared around the white streamlined hull, and the wing-like magic-conducting plates installed on both sides of the hull slowly opened to increase the efficiency of capturing the free magic in the air. At the back of the ship, two parallel magic furnaces released a large amount of waste heat, leaving two dark red trails in the clouds. The magic-powered warship could capture a large amount of free magic when sailing at high speed in the Sea of Carnos. But once it slowed down, the efficiency of the magic system in the ship would plummet to the lowest point. This was the biggest test for a warship.
Calaxus looked back and saw that the furnace installed in the center of the ship had begun to operate. The forces of Chaos in the Ansu Continent were wreaking havoc everywhere, and the ship had to activate the Light of Order before approaching the continent.
The high-ranking cultivator sighed deeply.
"Sir, why do you sigh?" Beside Calaxus, a servant in a white robe with blue edges asked in a low voice. His tone was very respectful.
"This ship is the most powerful magic-powered warship in Sanctum and even in the entire world of Collow," Calaxus said absentmindedly.
"Yes, this is the pride of Sanctum," the servant said with a proud look on his face. "It is above the top combat power of Collow."
Calaxus said faintly, "Two hundred years ago, this ship was also the most powerful magic-powered warship. Three hundred years ago, and five hundred years ago, the Sacred Hammer was not yet completed, but the most powerful warship at that time was still at the same level. Going back to a thousand years ago, in the previous generation, the most powerful mortal weapon in Collow was the sky fortress built by the Violet Tower, which could house six Sacred Hammers."
The servant looked puzzled, not knowing how to answer at this moment to appear respectful enough. At last, he bowed his head. "Sir, you are very knowledgeable."
The high-ranking monk looked at the humble servant. He knew that the servant was just an inexperienced servant, and he could not force him to understand his words. But the high-ranking monk still sighed, turned his head, and continued to look at the scenery.
The bow of the Sacred Hammer began to rise. Ahead of them was the range of the floating islands in the southern part of the Ansu Continent. Large and small stones were floating in the air, and the flying beasts on the floating islands often emerged from the clouds. So the ship had to avoid this height to reduce unnecessary risks.
As the bow of the ship broke through the clouds, Calaxus glanced down. Suddenly, some strange colors suddenly caught his attention. "Huh?"
The Sacred Hammer was flying over a huge floating island, which had a vast jungle and a large area of mountains and hills. It was almost the size of a small kingdom. But the size of the floating island itself was not surprising. What surprised the high-ranking monk was the large clearing on the island. There was a half-moon-shaped gap on the edge of the largest forest on the island, which was the result of recent logging. There were many crude building facilities in this large clearing: wooden scaffolding, grass huts, earth-and-stone furnaces, and some large pits. Beside the craters were several swaying blue ellipsoids. The ellipsoids were shaped like eggs, glistening with oil under the sunlight, and their surfaces were bound together to form a grid pattern. These ellipsoids were placed side by side in pairs, and some thick ropes were placed between the ellipsoids.
"Since when are there people on the floating islands?" Calaxus asked, pointing to the scene under the clouds.
The attendant took a look and showed a confused look, "I didn't hear it. I just heard a few Ansu crew members on the ship talking about the magical beasts on the floating island. There should only be magical beasts on it."
Calaxus frowned. He also saw that the facilities on the floating islands were quite crude. Even the defeated human army who had fled to the islands would not build a camp like this. Suddenly, he was shocked as he thought of the intelligent behavior of the beasts. But soon he shook his head, not quite believing his guess.
At this moment, something even more shocking happened.
He saw that the blue balls gradually began to expand, and the originally collapsed balls quickly swelled to the size of the back of the Bubble Sac Fish, a specialty of the Radiant Continent. Below the balls, many ropes and hooks were thrown to the side. At this time, he saw some small figures swaying around the big balls, which seemed to be the humanoid magical beasts native to the floating island.
The blue balls were getting bigger and bigger. Soon, Calaxus realized that the balls were not just expanding. Another important reason for their increase in size was that they were rising.
These primitive things turned out to be flying tools!
Calaxus was not the only one who noticed the movement on the floating islands. The observers of the Sacred Hammer had also quickly found the balloons slowly rising under the ship. The well-trained military personnel immediately acted. Driven by their professional instincts, they regarded the balloons as an unstable threat and rushed to their posts one by one. But they did not act rashly because the order to attack had not been issued.
A soldier of the Theocracy in mithril light armor ran up from the lower deck and ran all the way to Calaxus. "Sir! Do you want to attack those … those big balloons? "
Calaxus did not seem to hear the voice of the soldier at all. A louder voice was echoing in his mind.
The beasts in the outer fringe had made a flying machine! The beasts in the outer fringe had made a flying machine!
When the various races on the continent who claimed to be the higher creatures had declined century after century, the beasts had not only completed their internal integration but had even evolved to the point where they could make flying machines!
The soldier did not get the order, so he repeated, "Sir, do you want to attack —"
"No attack!" Calaxus suddenly let out a scream, but he instantly realized that he had lost his composure. He quickly adjusted his expression and said faintly, "We will go around them."
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