Mu Yan woke up from the darkness, to be precise, his consciousness returned to his body. The moment he was involved, he didn't know what was happening, as if everything was collapsing and squeezing, and the whole person was almost crushed into a mass point, and even his consciousness was stagnant for a moment.

But I finally woke up, and then I felt sore, as if every inch of my bones had been shattered and glued.

The moment he opened his eyes, his perception as a mage subconsciously poked out, but then he was surprised to find that as if he was in a desert, the spread perception was like water flowing into the sand, and it disappeared completely in an instant.

Desert Circle?

Like, but no.

Even the Desert Circle would not be so powerful, so that a legendary mage's perception could not even be a meter away from the body, and most importantly, the Desert Circle would not only restrict the ground

When the perception touches the ground, it seeps cleanly, but above the ground and directly above the head is unobstructed, as if this unreliable desert circle is two-dimensional, not three-dimensional.

However, the explorable area is all air, empty, and there is nothing.

After working for a long time, Mu Yan remembered that it was dark around him, and sure enough, Ricky was right, getting used to perception would make the mage dull, and he couldn't remember that he had other organs.

Syllable!

With a snap of his fingers, a soft light appeared in the air, illuminating the darkness and the floor beneath his feet.

But then, his mouth opened wide in surprise.

Mia is on top, what is this?

The floor is dark brown, which is not unusual at all, except that it is covered with the "symbols" of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing in black handwriting.

Yes, at first glance it does look like a symbol, not a lingua franca, not a Chinese character, it looks like a Cragon, but it doesn't feel like a tadpole at all

This is completely a mix and match style, like a black brother with a lupine scarf saying rp with a natural skill of modulation and frustration

What the hell is this?

Mu Yan couldn't help but touch the floor, the handwriting was like a dragon and a snake, and he could vaguely feel the bulge, and the thin connection between the strokes revealed the texture of ink, as if it was these things that blocked his perception.

Looking up, there was an empty space all around, Mu Yan only remembered that he was pulled by a suction force when he came in, and he glimpsed that the entire camp was also pushed in, but now he was the only one, and the others were nowhere to be found.

He tried to fly, but he couldn't change the gravitational field under his feet, and could only float two meters in the air at most, and then it was as heavy as an iron ball tied to his ankles.

Yes, you can only fly close to the ground.

Drifting aimlessly for a while, feeling that it was not a way to go this way, Mu Yan simply stood still and began to ponder the words on it.

After looking at it for a while, it wasn't until it was familiar that he was gradually able to put aside the appearance of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing and recognize what these "symbols" were expressing.

Yes, it's really Kragon, but it's illegible.

The floor tiles under your feet are strips, about ten meters long and about one meter wide, and a sentence is written on each floor.

Despite the number of enemies, I will never give in the towel

The handwriting was from top to bottom, and it was more than ten meters after reading it, and then I turned back to look at the next line.

After all, this is a battle for the dignity of men!

Looks like a battle log or something.

Next line

Will I die this time? Oh, to die in such a humiliating way

Then there are two empty lines, and then there's time

Day 134 of the voyage

What the hell is this chronology? Mu Yan couldn't help muttering, wouldn't they go home after sailing at sea for nearly 1,400 days? However, it seems that the person who wrote the diary survived the previous battle and had the time to write a second diary.

Next

Here they are again, and they are haunted

They? Is this met a siren?

Why do we find exactly where we are every time?

Could it be that we have angered the god of the sea and become the enemy of this sea?

My crew could no longer bear this life, and they gave up the will to survive.

But those who are like they are teasing us, no, they are in captivity!

Just looking at the words, I felt miserable, drifting on the sea, being positioned by the sea god, and being chased by the sirens, but not killing them all in one go, but slowly encroaching in captivity, a little torture Mu Yan shook his head.

But what era of sirens does this journal relate? Isn't the siren's hatred of humans innate? Or did the sirens not hate humans in ancient times, but only when irreconcilable contradictions erupted to this point?

Suspicious, Mu Yan hurriedly looked down.

This was followed by a series of complaints and whispers on the verge of madness, as his crew collapsed one by one, or "turned into foam" sounded worse than dead bodies. One by one, the other ships except the flagship were destroyed by the waves, but the number of sirens grew, as if they had come from all over to participate in the event.

Then, there was the same confusion as Guzmánz

There was always a voice, a whisper in my head

Hold on, hold on, gather more intel It seems to say so.

As if it was a mission, looking for information about this ocean, the sea tribes here

But why do I have such a mission?

After that, the handwriting gradually became confused, and the captain had gone mad, almost exactly like Guzmandz.

After that, it's all blank, and the logbook seems to end here. Mu Yan looked up and inadvertently found that he had run a long distance. This person is also strange, writing a diary on the floor, and the characters are still so large, which invisibly increases the difficulty of reading the handwriting.

He simply went back to the middle and looked back backwards.

From that sentence, despite the large number of enemies, I could not rest up, dating back to the hundredth day of the voyage, and the intermittent records during this period can be pieced together into a relatively complete story.

It's quite a story

The keeper of the log, the captain of this great fleet, was called Fortson, a captain eager for adventure. This guy's fleet is definitely the largest one in Mu Yan's two lifetimes, with a crew of up to 20,000 people, a total of nearly 100 ships, and the seven flagships are all sea beast-level scales, and they are also loaded with all kinds of magic props.

Fortson himself seems to be a great alchemist enchanter, carving "magic patterns" into the back of each ship's deck, sounding like the orcs of the Kadra Plateau painting totems on their bodies.

Because of these magic patterns, his boat is very strong and durable, and it is moisture and waterproof! Even if you sail in the sea, you won't lose time for decades. What's even worse is that because of the magic pattern, there seems to be a bond between the ships, so I don't worry about the ships getting separated in the storm.

In addition, the diary also reveals some scary details, such as the fact that the main language of the ship at that time was Kragon, and the main ingredients on the ship were dodos and Pilates

This is very intriguing, because as far as Mu Yan knows, the dodo is like the Mauritian fool dove on the earth, which has long been eaten and extinct by sailors! This silly bird is tall, cute, but its flesh is delicious, and although it can fly, it prefers to rest on the deck of a passing ship, and the sailor can lure it in with a single loaf or two of maggot-infused black bread, without even seeing blood

How could this kind of character escape the fate of being eaten and exterminated

And the Pilates starfish is even more ethereal, in Mu Yan's memory, even if it goes back to the city-state period five thousand years ago, the natives near the Pilates Island do not remember this unfamiliar name

But when did the diary use these two things as the main ingredients?

Just as he was thinking deeply, there was a sudden loud "bang" in his ears! Thunder! 11