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- Migaia World

It is a world of countless island nations, flattened and floating in the universe in a way that defies the common sense of celestial bodies.

The water of the ocean currents turns into a spectacular waterfall at the edge of the world and falls down the world, bringing up enough vapour to spread thousands of feet high. The water flows into the void at the bottom of the world, where the dead rest place, and from the central pillar of heaven into the world and into the sky, where the angels of the upper realms rest.

The world is extremely developed by shipping, and people live on a dense network of island countries, but depend on the ocean, which occupies 85% of the world. Almost everyone is a natural sailor and navigator, and the world of Migaia is far more passionate about the sea than any known world.

Legend has it that the spirits of hell sail up the waterfall at the edge of the world, sailing through the battered ghost ships and dragging them to the end of the waterfall once they meet the living during the voyage.

Halloween lasts for 15 days, and sailors dock ashore to spend a rare holiday of the year with their families on land.

Yet on such an important holiday, there is a fleet that has to struggle with the fury of nature.

In the depths of the ocean, black clouds are overhead, and terrible storms are raging here. The sky was thundering, the wind was howling, and the huge waves were like the huge palms of demons pressing down on the fleet. Even to the most seasoned sailors, this is a terrible natural disaster that is rare in a lifetime.

Three merchant ships with a deep draft had been smashed to pieces by the waves, they were swallowed up by the icy water, and one side of the huge wreckage was still exposed at the level, like the outstretched hand of people crying for help in vain.

The remaining three were not much better, as one of the masts of the flagship armed merchant ship was broken by a hurricane, and a dozen or so sailors who had tied their bodies to the mast were blown away by the storm. While still in the air, they were crushed by the massive mast, and the blood was diluted by the torrential rain and fell on the faces of the deck survivors.

A capable sailor wiped the blood from his face and shouted in the torrential rain with a terrified expression, "Boatswain, let the captain throw that woman down! She must have angered the sea god! No! Maybe she is the messenger of hell! It's so strange! How can a woman survive in that Jedi on Hell Island!"

"Shut up! Kyle! Shut up!" the sailor, who was about forty years old, with a wrinkled face and swarthy skin that looked like a man who had been begging for a living at sea for many years, pulled the cable and yelled in the wind, "Do your job, push all the scattered guns down on me!

Hey!

In the midst of strong winds, thunder and waves, sailors sang slogans and worked together to throw the scattered guns into the sea. Some people were hit by the derailed cannon body in the process, and immediately fell to the ground like a lump of mud, but these hard-working sailors were full of hard work and used manpower to fight against this terrible natural disaster.

Before the derailed artillery could do even more damage, the sailors of the armed merchant ships finally pushed the huge cannon bodies into the sea. But before they could rejoice, they saw another ship with a big hole in its hull, into which the icy water was pouring mercilessly.

"Oh my God, they're finished!" said the sailor sadly.

"We're almost done...... we're almost done," said the pessimistic boatswain, who looked at the wall-like waves, in which a tattered sailing ship loomed.

The lights on the sailboat were dark blue, like a cold ghost fire. In the midst of the waves, the sailboat was moving very smoothly, and when it was nearer, it was possible to see in the waves that its rotten mast had tattered sails hanging from it, and something black was busy on the mast.

"Ah!! it's a ghost ship! I said that woman is a calamity! she's a messenger of hell! no one can survive on Hell Island! I felt wrong when that woman boarded the ship with a cat!"

The previous sailor was completely devastated, he laughed hehehehahaha

"Migaia bless!"

The boatswain was equally desperate, clasped hands and began to entrust his fate to the gods who controlled the world.

Buzz –

Huge! roaring! beeping sound loud enough to drown out the wind and thunder resounded throughout the world!

Someone raised his hand and shouted, "Look! What is that! God! That is the temple of Migaia! It is the temple where angels frolic in it! Michaia has come to our rescue—"

Buzz Buzz –

The beeping was still expanding, and the boatswain snapped his eyes open to see a scene he would never forget!

The Holy Palace, the great Sacred Palace, suspended in the air! It dispersed the heavy black clouds and crushed the center of the storm with an irresistible force. Electricity raged on its bi-conical pedestal, but a starlit film appeared on the surface of the Sacred Palace, keeping out the fury of nature.

It was a miraculous creation!

Above the base of the double cone is a thriving green city, with countless exquisite architectural creations arranged along the cone-shaped mountains, and dots of green are terraced along the buildings. In the terraces and in the city, countless intelligent creatures of different forms can be faintly seen busy shuttling among them.

At the very top of the double cone, a large silver disc is suspended. The disc is about one-fifth the size of a double cone at its maximum, and a beautiful, star-studded palace sits on it.

The storm was dispersed by the Holy Palace, and before the waves reached the armed merchant ships, they were smashed to pieces like crashing into an invisible wall. The terrible ghost ship sank to the bottom of the sea along the broken flowers of the great waves, and a catastrophe was wiped out by the Holy Palace.

The surviving sailors fell to their knees on the deck and sang the praises of the greatness of Migaea, dedicating all the beauty and exaltation to the glorious Holy Palace.

"That's not your Michaea's holy palace. ”

A pleasant but cold voice reached the ears of the sailors, and the boatswain turned to see the talkative messenger of death standing by the captain's chamber.

She was a tall girl with blonde hair, and with a golden cat in her arms, she looked as if she could be blown away by the wind at any moment, and the boatswain instincted that she was a very beautiful girl, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember what she looked like.

The captain was standing behind her with a smile, and it was obvious that he admired her.

"Are you leaving?" asked the captain.

The girl popped out a ring with a loud voice, and the smell of the wind lingered on it, and the captain held it as if he had received a sacred relic left by Michaea.

"As the Lord of Hell Island said, you are a brilliant navigator, and sure enough, you led me to him hiding in the storm. In return, the ring is yours, and the ghost ship is my gift. ”

"Thank you for your generosity!"

They didn't say anything about the sunken ships, and even the captain knew that if the holy palace hadn't appeared, the maiden would have been indifferent even if the armed merchant ship had been swallowed by the ghost ship.

That's right! The ghost ship was not solved by the Holy Palace at all, but by the girl in front of her who was in a bright mood. Because of this, the captain understands what a terrible existence the girl in front of him is.

What is the messenger of death! Even the terrible lord of Hell Island must be respectful to her.

The girl looked up at the starlight palace on the double cone.

"Edwin, you hidden junior, you are finally ...... Found you!"

Floating in the sky, what is the sacred palace of Migaia!

That's the city in the sky – Rivadeo!

This also means that the meeting between the oldest and youngest kings in existence is about to begin!