Chapter 871 Ocean

The chaotic magic turbulence and the turbulent wind and waves are like a huge forest, stirring a vast sea with a terrifying gesture, but the "forest" always has boundaries - in the curtain of the turbulent waves and the turbulent energy, a The ship shrouded by a powerful shield rushed out of the layers of waves. It was thrown up by a sudden rising current, and then stumbled and collided on an undulating sea surface, and finally reached a relatively calm sea.

The bright sun and the gentle sea breeze gathered together, welcoming the challenger who had broken through all difficulties and dangers.

A sailor climbed out of the hiding place, and then performed the flying technique to the upper deck. He looked at the direction of the stern, and saw a gray-black cloud wall quickly receding in his line of sight, and the bright sun was shining on the Spirit. On the surrounding sea, this stark contrast is like two worlds.

"...Goddess of magic..." the sailor muttered to himself, "This is far more terrifying 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 appeared in front of his eyes a number of light blue shimmering circles, formed by the overlapping circles " In the lens", the light of the stars continued to flicker. After a while, the sailor frowned, "Tsk... We really have deviated from the course, but fortunately we haven't deviated too much..."

In the command room of the Spirit, the control mage floating in the 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 disorderly turbulence on the ocean will reappear at any time, and the longer we stay in this area, the more dangerous it is."

Powerful magic energy flows between the various cabins of the ship. The magic array almost all over the ship and the crew members stationed in various places have been operating at the highest efficiency. Due to a large number of equipment damage, even the trial-type magic energy engine. There was also a serious failure in the previous storm. At this moment, this advanced exploration ship can only rely on manpower to sail, but fortunately, the main body of the ship is still intact, and the sturdy anti-magic shell has also encountered magic turbulence before. Time to protect the ship's casters, the ship can still continue its mission in better shape - the only good news of all the bad news.

"We have to re-evaluate the 'disorderly turbulence' in the ocean," Owen Dyson couldn't help but start to reflect on the voyage after the situation was a little safer, he looked at the first mate beside him, his tone was serious, "It's not just simple It's as simple as a mix of wind and magic turbulence - it comes without warning, and that's where it's most dangerous."

"We created the 'early warning planetarium' by imitating the holy object of the Church of the Storm, but it doesn't seem to work now - at least not stably," the first mate shook his head, "It fell into the storm on the 'Spirit' It got frantically agitated after that, but it was just distracting."

Early warning planetarium...

Earl Owen Dyson couldn't help looking at a long table near the porthole,

On the long table depicting complex runes, a complex magic device is fixed in the center of the magic circle. It consists of a core sphere and a large number of orbits and small balls running around the sphere. It looks very It is like a celestial instrument used by astrologers to deduce the stars, but its core sphere does not symbolize the earth, but is filled with blue waves like sea water.

This is a "Church of Storms instrument" restored by analyzing ancient relics and technical data. Seven hundred years ago, storm priests used this instrument to warn of environmental changes at sea and find safe routes. The former headquarters of the Church of the Storm was located, and the Dyson family was closely related to the Church of the Storm. Therefore, a large number of technical documents related to it were kept in Mobius Harbor. After paying a certain cost of manpower and material resources, the scholars of the Empire successfully restored it. This thing came out—yet on this voyage, it didn't work satisfactorily.

"After all, the environment in the laboratory is not the same as reality. The real ocean is far more complicated than we imagined, and this magical instrument... obviously needs the cooperation of the storm magic to really work," a scholar on board couldn't help but couldn't help it. Sighing softly, "Mage's mana can't directly control the magical device... In this era, where can we find a sane storm priest?"

Owen Dyson didn't answer, he just looked at the scene outside the ship projected by the magic illusion, his tone was low: "Just to break through the first storm area near the offshore, the Spirit was forced to this level - it turns out that relying on Shields and anti-magic shells are not feasible to break through the storm, at least we don't have this ability at this stage. The only safe way...still find a safe route in the storm."

"However, the safe route changes at any time. The farther you go to the open sea, the more complex the disorderly turbulence becomes, and the more difficult it is to control the safe route," said the onboard scholar. "We currently have no effective means of observation or prediction."

"Then continue to work 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's Technology is not completely out of control by outsiders. The Cecils can convert Druid alchemy into industrial technology, and there is no reason why the Typhons can't do similar things."

After the scholar heard this admonition, his expression became serious: "...you are right."

Owen Dyson sighed softly 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 of the mechanical cabin have been eliminated, and the maintenance personnel are assessing the situation," the mage who was floating in mid-air and surrounded by runes replied immediately, "... The core does not seem to be damaged, but the transmission device is in the previous They got stuck in the turbulence. If we can dock in safe waters, we have a chance to fix them.”

"Fix the engine as much as possible," Owen Dyson said. "The ship needs the power of the engine—and the sailors need to save their stamina for the dangers at sea."

"If only we could get the engine technology of the Cecil..." The chief officer next to him couldn't help sighing, "It is said that they have built an engine that can run stably on large ships, and they know how to Make machines resistant to harsh elemental environments..."

"They build inland ships, not sea ships," Owen Dyson shook his head. "Of course, their engine technology is indeed more advanced than ours. After all, the magic machinery was originally developed from them... But they Wouldn't be kind enough to give real good things to the Typhons."

At this moment, the mage in charge of observing the external situation suddenly shouted: "Captain! Land is found ahead!"

"Give me the chart!" Owen Dyson immediately said to the first mate next to him.

The first mate quickly took the chart - this is a newly drawn chart, but most of the contents in it are from ancient book records hundreds of years ago. The former colonial islands off the coast of Typhon are marked on the chart. Between the criss-crossing lines on the top, a bright red line with shimmering light wiggles and shakes on the drawing. At the end of the bright line, there is a vivid projection of a ship condensed by magic, which is the Courage. .

The astrologer in the sailor and the astrological circle that comes with the ship confirm the position of the Spirit on the ocean. This position is projected to the bridge in real time by the mage who controls the core of the ship, and is placed on the sea map with special magic. In the magical environment of the bridge, the Spirit was marked on the pale yellow parchment. One of Owen Dyson's tasks on this voyage was to confirm that the various markings on the chart came from seven hundred years ago. Whether it can still be used, and whether this new technology for locating ships at sea is feasible.

Taking into account the risks in this mission, Spirit is not too far away from the mainland. The target island it wants to explore is also the closest colony point to Typhon's mainland, but everyone underestimates the danger of the ocean. Speaking of its offshore location, Spirit still faced enormous challenges.

Owen Dyson's eyes moved slowly on the magic parchment, and the shimmering boat swayed slightly between the ancient coordinates, perfectly reproducing the current state of the Spirit, and in front of it, an island outlines are emerging from the parchment.

"If our course has returned to the correct position...that's Thassos Island," the Typhon noble tapped his fist on the table, his tone tinged with excitement and a hint of heaviness, "we had to give up territory……"

"It is our destination," said the first mate, "and it is said that for hundreds of years after the end of the age of sailing, the children of the storm occupied the island and the surrounding coral reefs..."

"Those dark cultists should have gone further away from the land now, to the depths of the ocean in the east," Owen Dyson shook his head gently, "but maybe there are still some traces left by them on Thassos... Help us understand what happened to those crazy believers all these years."

After speaking, he raised his head and ordered in a loud voice:

"Let the sailors step up and head to Thassos at full speed - the waters around the island are safe, where we can repair the engines and anti-magic casings!"

...

Deep in the ocean far away from the mainland of Loren, a vast archipelago is dormant in the waves and breezes.

On the largest island in the archipelago, a town built by humans is bathed in sunlight, and buildings scattered high and low are arranged in an orderly manner. Port facilities, lighthouses, bell towers, and the pyramid-shaped temple at the very center watch each other.

However, this supposedly prosperous settlement is now shrouded in an unusual silence——

The streets were empty, the port facilities were unattended, the bell tower and the lighthouse stood lonely in the sea breeze, and on the ramp leading to the Great Temple, the fallen leaves had not been cleaned for many days.

Between the lifeless streets, only a few frightened and dazed eyes flickered occasionally in some still-abandoned house portals, the island's only remaining inhabitants hiding from them did not bring much. At home with a sense of security, it seems to be waiting for a doomsday approaching, waiting for the end of fate.

A gust of sea breeze blew through the streets and rolled up a few scattered pieces of paper on the corners of the street. These "paper pieces" with the fragrance of seaweed and a very special material flew erratically, and some were stuck on the nearby walls.

On the piece of paper, something was written in common human letters and some kind of alien script that curved like a wave. In the dirty cover, only part of the content could be discerned:

"...After research by authoritative scholars, mutation is harmless, please don't panic..."

"The Queen has decided to accept the mutated human beings, and we will help you through the difficulties..."

"Don't rush into a dead end, the deep sea is actually friendly..."

"Seaview houses near Sunshine Beach can be rented or sold, and the top 100 newly registered Nagas can enjoy free down payment..."

"The resident status of the city of Antavien is limited..."

"...Hai Trench City is sincerely looking for construction workers. The Queen promises to provide free vocational training and work arrangements for those who are promoted to deep dives. The high-frequency resonance excavator technology package will be packaged and distributed..."

These things are the invitations from the siren, the bewitching from the deep sea, and the terrible whispers from the indescribable ancient sea.

Since a month ago, those Krakens have used some kind of flying device to sprinkle these "letters" all over the archipelago, and now they are waiting openly near the island, waiting for the last human on the island to transform into the terrifying deep sea biology.

Initially, the children of the storm still had the energy to clear these flyers and appease people's hearts, but now, no healthy residents can stand up to do these things - on the contrary, more and more people have left the island after complete transformation, which has accounted for more and more people. More than half of the former residents.

The rest are just lingering on before they are completely eroded and transformed by the deep sea.

On the edge of the island, under the calm sea, phantoms in the water swim briskly, passing through the changing light and shadows formed by the sunlight.

The sirens are waiting.

Wait patiently.

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