1942 AD. This was a crazy era.
Every day, there were new inventions, and every day, there would be new innovations.
Whether it was demons, gods, magic, or technology, the people of this era believed in everything and nothing.
… …
August. The weather at sea was hot and humid, and the ship Angela floated on the blue water.
On the steel-made ships, there were slaves, soldiers, and countless servants bustling about.
This steel ship obviously belonged to a noble of the Holy Will Empire. After setting off from a port on the east coast of the New World, the ship had been heading towards its destination without stopping.
In the captain's room of Angela, Marquis Jean, the captain, the navigator, and the chief officer were discussing something around a sea map.
While smoking a cigar, he pointed to a marked location on the map and said, "This is our target location this time, the Devil's Triangle."
"What?" The captain of Angela was a middle-aged man with a head full of white hair. He looked at the marked location on the map and said: "Sir, you might not know this place. It is a forbidden area on the sea. Over the past ten years, many ships have gone missing in that area. Every year, there are even fighter jets from the Empire that crash in that area."
Even though he understood that Marquis Jean was a rich man who loved to explore and archeology, the captain, who was well aware of the horrors of the Devil's Triangle Belt, still tried to persuade him, "My Lord, no one has ever come out of this damned place for more than ten years.
I think we should go somewhere else to explore. I heard that the military found ancient ruins in the north of the New World. Maybe we can go there and try our luck. "
Marquis Jean, who had inherited the title of Marquis at a young age and loved to explore everywhere, shook his head. "Captain, I know what you're thinking.
But I am not interested in the ancient ruins. I am more interested in the mysterious culture of the Central Plains. Also … … "
In the name of exploration, he stole the ancient treasures of various countries. Jean knew that the things in the ancient ruins were too hot for him to sell, so he casually came up with a few reasons.
Baron Jean smiled mysteriously: "Also, didn't you say that no one has come out of that place?" He clapped his hands, and a white man who was more than two meters tall and as strong as a bear walked in, dragging a skinny black young man.
Behind them was an old man with a head full of white hair who looked very weak.
Marquis Jean pointed to the black man and said, "This is Babato, from Torga Island on the east coast of the New World. His ancestors were the best fishermen for three generations.
Six months ago, they were caught in a storm when they went fishing, and as a result, they were swept into the Devil's Triangle. "
The captain looked at Babato in surprise. The latter lowered his head and did not dare to speak. He asked, "Did you really bring him out of the Devil's Triangle?" He turned to Marquis Jean and said, "My Lord, with all due respect, these bastards are best at being lazy and lying. He may have just drifted on the sea for a few days.
Damn it, this bastard probably didn't even know what the Devil's Triangle Belt was before. "
"No …" Babato opened his mouth and said in a very unfamiliar imperial language, "I … I'm not lying … I really …"
Seeing that he was so anxious that he couldn't speak, the old man behind him patted him on the shoulder, pushed up his glasses and said, "According to his description of the scene he saw in the Devil's Triangle Belt, I can say with certainty that it is likely to belong to the style of the Western Wei Dynasty of the Central Plains. It has a history of more than 2,000 years.
Do you know how important this kind of discovery is? 2000 years ago, people from the Central Plains had already crossed the ocean to come here. We will shock the whole world, and the Ministry of Magic will definitely … "Halfway through his words, the old man's face suddenly turned pale, and then he vomited while leaning against the wall.
The captain looked at Marquis Jean, who shrugged and said, "Dr. Martin, a history expert at the Imperial Royal Academy. During the First World War, he was ordered to be in charge of researching the culture, history, and background of the Central Plains.
It wasn't easy for me to get him out of the military.
I believe in his judgment.
But doctor, your physique is too weak. If you continue to be seasick, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it to the Devil's Triangle Belt. Ali, send the doctor back to his room. "
The white man who was as strong as a bear helped the doctor out of the captain's room.
"But …" The captain said helplessly, "It's too dangerous there, and I don't know what's going on inside. Sir, this is irresponsible for the lives of everyone on the ship."
Marquis Jean said slowly, "8,000 lira (Empire's currency unit). I'll give it to you when we get back to shore."
"Alright." The captain's expression changed, and a hint of greed flashed in his eyes. He turned to look at Babato and said, "Do you know how to get there?"
…
Under Marquis Zeon's insistence, or rather, his temptation, the Angela's ship was heading towards the legendary Devil's Triangle.
No one knew if it was because of luck or if it was fate, but in the past month, they had experienced battles with pirates, repelled the attacks of tiger-sharks in the Caspian Sea, avoided storms, tsunamis, and various other terrifying natural disasters, and finally found the legendary Devil's Triangle Belt.
"Oh my god!" At the bow of the Angela, several hundred crew members, servants, and slaves looked at the island before them with their mouths agape, wearing expressions of disbelief.
About a few kilometers away from them, there was a huge island. On the surface of the sea around the island, there were blue whirlpools that could be seen with the naked eye. These monsters in the sea had devoured countless ships.
In the sky above the island, there were colorful clouds that were as beautiful as the aurora, flashing with a dazzling light.
The most astonishing thing was the island itself. Half of the island was covered in volcanoes and lava, while the other half was covered in ice and snow.
From time to time, there would be dark clouds floating across the island, and there would be thunderstorms that lasted for more than ten seconds.
The entire island looked like a hodgepodge of countless weather conditions.
Apparently, under the influence of Zuo Zhicheng's Qi of True Origin that had been accumulating and dissipating, not only had the array formation in the Saint Tomb gradually lost its effectiveness, but even the weather and terrain had undergone tremendous changes.
"This is incredible," the white-haired Dr. Martin, who had a head of white hair, said, "The entire Devil's Triangle Belt is in a state of abnormal weather. Tsunamis, hailstorms, storms … We've experienced too many of them along the way.
But compared to the condition of this island, it's nothing.
I suspect that there's some kind of strong magnetic field here that caused all of this. Maybe the ancient magicians of the Central Plains have set up some kind of powerful array formation here. "
"It's okay." Marquis Jean looked at the miraculous landscape in front of him and grinned. "We'll know when we get to the island."
"Captain, get ready to go ashore," Marquis Jean ordered. "Ali, get the combat team and the engineering team ready. Also, inform Mage Nick that we'll be there soon. "
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