The chaotic magic turbulence and stormy waves are like a huge forest, churning a vast expanse of sea in a terrifying manner, but the "forest" always has a boundary—in a curtain of monstrous waves and turbulent energy, a ship shrouded in a powerful shield rushes out of the waves, it is tossed up by a sudden rising current, and then stumbles across an undulating sea, finally reaching a calmer sea.

The bright sunshine and gentle sea breeze gathered together to welcome this challenger who had overcome all odds.

A sailor crawled out of his hiding place and then flew to the upper deck, looking in the direction of the stern of the ship, and saw a gray-black wall of clouds rapidly disappearing from view, and the bright sun shining on the sea around the Courage, a stark contrast of two worlds.

“…… O Goddess of Magic......" muttered the sailor, "this is much more terrifying than the turbulence of magic I've seen in the Mage's Tower......

"We need to recalibrate the course," another sailor also came to the upper deck, he looked up at the clear sky, and suddenly several rings of light blue shimmer suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and in the "lenses" formed by the rings, the light of the stars kept flickering, and after a moment, the sailor frowned, "Tsk...... We've deviated from course, but fortunately we haven't deviated too much......"

In the command room of the Spirit, the control mage floating in mid-air looked at Earl Owen Dyson: "Captain, we are recalibrating the course. ”

Owen Dyson nodded: "Get back in the right direction as soon as possible - disorderly turbulence in the ocean can reappear at any time, and the longer we stay in this area, the more dangerous it becomes." ”

Powerful magical energy flows between the various cabins of the ship, and the magic array that is almost all over the ship and the crew members stationed everywhere have been running at maximum efficiency, due to a large number of equipment damage, even the trial type of magic energy engine has suffered a serious failure in the previous storm, at this moment this advanced exploration ship can almost only rely on manpower to navigate, but fortunately, the amplification circle of the main body of the hull is still intact, and the solid anti-magic shell has also protected the casters on the ship when encountering magic turbulence before, The ship can still continue its mission in good condition - the only good news of all the bad news.

"We're going to reassess the 'chaotic turbulence' in the ocean," Owen Dyson couldn't help but reflect on the voyage after the situation was a little safer, he looked at the first mate to the side, and said in a serious tone, "It's not just a simple mix of wind and waves and magical turbulence - it appeared without warning, and that's where it's most dangerous." ”

"We modeled the Storm Church artifact to create the 'Warning Planetarium,' but now it doesn't seem to be working—at least not consistently," the first mate shook his head, "and it went crazy after the Spirit fell into the storm, but it only made people upset." ”

Early warning planetarium ......

Earl Owen Dyson couldn't help but look at a long table near the porthole, on the long table depicting complex runes, there was a complex magic device fixed in the center of the circle, it consisted of a core sphere and a large number of orbits and small balls orbiting around the sphere, it looked very similar to the celestial instruments used by astrologers to deduce the stars, but its core sphere was not a symbol of the earth, but filled with blue waves like the sea.

This is a "Storm Church Magic Weapon" restored through the analysis of ancient relics and technical data, seven hundred years ago, the Storm Priests used this instrument to warn of environmental changes at sea and find safe routes, because the Typhon Empire was the headquarters of the Storm Church in the past, and the Dyson family had a close relationship with the Storm Church, so a large number of technical documents related to it were preserved in the port of Mobius, and after paying a certain amount of manpower and material costs, the scholars of the empire successfully recovered this thing - but in this voyage, It didn't work out satisfactorily.

"After all, the environment in the laboratory is different from reality, and the real ocean is far more complex than we imagined, and this magic artifact ...... Obviously, it takes the cooperation of the Storm Divine Technique to really work," one of the scholars accompanying the ship couldn't help but sigh softly, "The mage's mana can't directly control the divine device...... In this day and age, where do we go to find a sane Storm priest? ”

Owen Dyson didn't answer, just looked at the scene outside the ship projected by the magical illusion, and said in a low tone: "The Spirit was forced to this extent just to break through the first storm zone near the shore - it turns out that the plan of relying on shields and anti-magic shells to force a breakthrough through the storm is not feasible, at least at this stage we don't have the ability to do so." The only safe way to do this...... It is still about finding a safe way through the storm. ”

"But the safe route changes at any time, and the more we go to the open sea, the more complex the chaotic turbulence becomes, and the more difficult it is to control the safe route," said the scholar accompanying the ship. ”

"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 Zone, which shows that the technology of the Storm Church was not completely beyond the control of outsiders. The Cecilians were able to translate the alchemy of the druids into industrial technology, and there was no reason why the Typhonians couldn't do something like that. ”

After listening to this admonition, the scholar's expression became serious: "...... You're right. ”

Owen Dyson exhaled softly and turned to the mage monitoring the ship: "How's the situation with the magic engine?" ”

"Water ingress and elemental erosion have been ruled out in the mechanical cabin, and maintenance personnel are assessing the situation," replied the mage floating in mid-air, surrounded by runes, "...... The core doesn't appear to be damaged, except that the gearing was stuck in the previous bump. If we can dock in safe waters, we have a chance to fix them. ”

"Fix the engines as much as you can," says Owen Dyson, "and the ship needs the power of the engines – the sailors have to save their strength for the dangers on the sea." ”

"It would be nice if we could get the engine technology of the Cecil...... the first mate next to him couldn't help but sigh, "It is said that they have built engines that can run reliably on large ships, and they know how to make machines resistant to harsh elemental environments......"

"They're building river ships, not sea ships," Owen Dyson shook his head, "Of course, their engine technology is indeed more advanced than ours, after all, the magic machine was originally developed from them...... But they weren't kind enough to give the truly good things to the Typhonians. ”

At this moment, the mage who was in charge of observing the external situation suddenly shouted, "Captain! Discover the land ahead! ”

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

The first mate quickly retrieved the chart—a new chart, most of which was from centuries old, with the former colonial islands of Typhon crisscrossing the charts, and a shimmering red line swaying on the drawing, at the end of which floated a vivid, magical projection of the Spirit.

The sailor's astrologer and the ship's own astrological circle jointly confirmed the position of the Spirit on the ocean, which was projected to the bridge in real time by the mage who controlled the ship's core, and the special magic chart placed the Spirit on the pale yellow parchment - one of Owen Dyson's missions on this voyage was to confirm that the various notations from 700 years ago on the chart were still usable, and to confirm whether this new technology for locating ships at sea was feasible.

Considering the risks involved in this mission, the Spirit did not go too far from the mainland, and the target island it was going to explore was also the closest colony to Typhon mainland, but everyone underestimated the dangers of the ocean, and the Spirit still encountered a huge challenge in this almost offshore position.

Owen Dyson's gaze slowly moved over the magical parchment, the glimmering boat swaying slightly between the ancient coordinates, perfectly reproducing the current state of the Courage, and in front of it, the outline of an island was emerging from the parchment.

"If our course has been back in the right place...... That's the island of Tassos," the Typhon nobleman tapped his fist on the table, his tone excited and heavy, "the territory we had to give up......"

"It's our destination," said the first mate, "and it is said that for hundreds of years after the end of the Age of Sail, the Stormchildren took over the island and the surrounding reefs......

"Those dark cultists should have reached a place farther away from the land, to the depths of the eastern seas," Owen Dyson shook his head slightly, "but perhaps there are still some traces of them on the island of Tassos...... This helps us understand what has happened to those crazy Christians over the years. ”

As he spoke, he raised his head and ordered in a loud voice:

"Cheer up the sailors and head at full speed towards the island of Tassos - the waters near the island are safe, where we can repair the engines and anti-magic shells!"

……

Deep in the far sea, far from the continent of Loren, a sprawling archipelago lurks quietly in the waves and breezes.

On one of the largest islands in the archipelago, human-built towns are bathed in sunlight, with buildings of varying heights and heights, and port facilities, lighthouses, bell towers, and a pyramid-shaped temple in the center watching over each other.

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

The streets were deserted, the port facilities were unattended, the bell towers and lighthouses stood lonely in the sea breeze, and the fallen leaves on the ramp leading to the Grand Temple had not been cleaned for days.

In the lifeless alleys, with only a few frightened and trance-like eyes occasionally flashing through the portals of some unabandoned houses, the island's last remaining inhabitants hide in their homes that offer little security, as if waiting for an end to come, waiting for the end of fate.

A gust of sea breeze blew through the streets, rolling up a few scattered pieces of paper on the corner, and these "pieces of paper" with a very special material that exuded the fragrance of seaweed flew up and flickered, and some of them were pasted on the nearby walls.

Something was written on the scrap of paper in the universal human alphabet and some kind of undulating alien script, and only a part of it was faintly recognizable between the dirt:

“…… According to authoritative scholars, mutation is harmless, so please don't panic too much......"

"The Queen has decided to accept the mutated humans, and we will help you get through this......"

"Don't rush to the end of the road, the deep sea is actually friendly......"

"Sea-view houses near Sunny Beach can be rented or sold, and the first 100 new Naga who sign up can enjoy no down payment to move in......"

"Resident Status Limit ...... in Antavinn City"

“…… Trench City is looking for construction workers, and the queen promises to provide free vocational training and work arrangements for deep diving promotions, and the high-frequency resonance excavator technology package will be distributed ......"

These things are invitations from the Kraken, bewitchments from the depths, terrible murmurs from the indescribable ancient seas.

The Krakens had sprinkled these "letters" across the archipelago with some kind of flying device a month ago, and now they are waiting in the open near the island, waiting for the last of the island's humans to transform into terrifying creatures of the deep.

Initially, the Stormchildren had enough energy to remove the leaflets and reassure people, but now, there is not a single healthy resident left to do the same thing - more and more people have left the island after the complete transformation, and now more than half of the former inhabitants have been inhabited.

The rest of the people are just surviving before they are completely eroded and transformed by the deep sea.

At the edge of the island, beneath the calm sea, phantoms swim briskly, passing through the changing light and shadow of the sun.

The Krakens are waiting.

Wait patiently.