The chaotic magic turbulence and strong winds are like a huge forest, stirring a vast sea area with a terrifying posture. However, the "forest" always has a boundary. In the curtain of turbulent waves and energy turbulence, a ship shrouded by a powerful shield rushed out of layers of waves. It was thrown up by a sudden rising current, and then stumbled on a undulating sea surface, and finally arrived at a relatively calm sea area.

The brilliant sunshine and gentle sea breeze gather together to welcome this challenger who has broken through all difficulties and dangers.

A sailor crawled out of his hiding place, then used his flight technique to come to the upper deck. He looked at the stern of the boat and saw a gray-black wall of clouds quickly moving away from his sight. The bright sunshine shone on the sea around the Courage. This sharp contrast seemed to be like two worlds.

"...Magic goddess..." the sailor murmured to himself, "This is much scarier than the magic turbulence I saw in the mage tower..."

"We need to recalibrate the route," another sailor also came to the upper deck. He looked up at the clear sky. Several light blue glitter rings suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. In the "lens" formed by the rings, the light of stars kept flashing. After a moment, the sailor frowned, "Tsk... We have indeed deviated from the route, but fortunately they have not deviated too much..."

In the command room of the Courage, the control mage floating in mid-air looked at Count Irving Dyson: "Captain, we are recalibrating the course."

Irving Dyson nodded: "Go back to the right direction as soon as possible. The disorderly turbulence in the ocean will appear again at any time. The longer we stay in this area, the more dangerous it will be."

Powerful magic energy flows between the various cabins of the ship. The magic arrays that almost cover the entire ship and the crew members stationed everywhere have already operated at the highest efficiency. Due to the damage to a large number of equipment, even the tried-and-made magic engines have suffered serious failures in the previous storm. At this moment, this advanced exploration ship can almost rely on manpower to navigate. Fortunately, the amplification array of the main body of the hull is still intact, and the solid anti-magic shell also protected the casters on the ship when they encountered magic turbulence before. The ship can still continue to perform tasks in a better state. This is the only good news among all the bad news.

"We are going to reassess the 'disorder turbulence' in the ocean," after the situation was a little safer, Irving Dyson couldn't help but start to reflect on the voyage. He looked at the first mate on the side with a serious tone, "It is not only a simple mixture of wind and waves and magic turbulence. It appeared without warning before, this is the most dangerous place."

"We imitated the sacred objects of the Storm Church and created the 'Astronomical Astrologer', but now it seems that it has not played a role or at least it has not been stable," the first mate shook his head. "It became crazy and restless after the 'Courage' fell into the storm, but it could only make people feel upset."

Warning astronomical instrument...

Earl Owen Dyson couldn't help looking 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 magic circle. It consisted of a core ball and a large number of orbits and small balls that were running around the ball. It looked like a celestial instrument used by astrologers when deducing stars, but its core ball did not symbolize the earth, but was filled with blue waves like sea water.

This is a "Storm Church magic weapon" restored by analyzing ancient relics and technical data. Seven hundred years ago, Storm pastors used this instrument to warn of changes in the sea environment and find safe routes. Since the Tifeng Empire was the headquarters of the Storm Church in the past and the Dyson family was closely related to the Storm Church, there were a large number of relevant technical documents in the Port of Mobius. After paying a certain amount of manpower and material costs, the scholars of the empire successfully restored this thing, but during this voyage, its effect was not satisfactory.

"The environment in the laboratory is different from reality after all. The real ocean is far more complicated than we imagined. This magic weapon... obviously requires the cooperation of the storm magic technique to truly play a role," a scholar on the boat couldn't help but sigh softly, "The mage's magic power cannot directly control the magic device... In this era, where can we find a normal-minded storm priest?"

Irving Dyson did not answer, but looked at the outside of the ship projected by the magical illusion, and his tone was low: "Just just to break through the first storm area near the coast, the Courage was forced to this extent, as it proved that relying on shields and anti-magic shells to force the storm, it was not feasible, at least we do not have this ability at this stage. The only safe way... is still to find a safe route in the storm."

"But the safe route changes at any time. The more you go to the far sea, the more complicated the disordered turbulence, the more difficult it is to control the safe route," said the scholar on board. "We currently do not have effective observation or prediction methods."

"Then keep working in this direction," said Owen Dyson in a deep voice. "Although the warning astronomical instrument did not play its due role, it was activated at least after entering the storm area, which shows that the technology of the Storm Church was not completely uncontrollable by outsiders. The Cecils were able to transform the alchemy of the druids into industrial technology, and there was no reason why the Tifeng people could not do similar things."

After hearing this admonition, the scholar's expression became serious: "...you are right."

Irving Dyson breathed a sigh of relief and turned to the mage who monitored the ship's condition: "How is the situation with the magic engine?"

"The water inlet and elemental erosion in the mechanical compartment have been ruled out, and the maintenance personnel are evaluating the situation," the mage floating in mid-air and surrounded by runes immediately replied, "... the core does not seem to be damaged, but the transmission is stuck in the previous bumps. If we can dock in safe waters, we have a chance to repair them."

"Repair the engine as much as possible," said Owen Dyson. "The ship needs the power of the engine, sailors must keep their energy to deal with the dangers on the sea."

"It would be great if we could get the Cecilian engine technology..." The first mate next to him couldn't help sighing, "It is said that they have built engines that can operate stably on large ships, and know how to make machines resist harsh elemental environments..."

"They built river ships, not sea ships," Owen Dyson shook his head. "Of course, their engine technology is indeed more advanced than ours. After all, magic machinery was developed from them... but they would not kindly give the real good things to the Tifeng people."

At this moment, the mage responsible for 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. Most of the contents are from ancient books hundreds of years ago. The former colonial islands of Tifeng were marked between the crisscrossing lines on the chart, while a bright red line with a flashing light was winding and shaking on the drawings. At the end of the line, there was a vivid projection of a ship condensed by magic. It was the Courage.

The astrologer in the sailor and the astrological array equipped with the ship itself jointly confirmed the position of the Courage on the ocean. This position was projected by the mage who controlled the core of the ship to the bridge in real time. The chart with special magic applied was placed in the magic environment of the bridge, and marked the Courage on the light yellow parchment. One of the tasks of the voyage of Irving Dyson was to confirm whether the various marks on the chart from seven hundred years ago could still be used, and to confirm whether this new technology to locate ships at sea was feasible.

Considering the risks in this mission, the Courage was not too far away from the mainland. The target island it was exploring was also the closest colony to the Tifeng local area. However, everyone underestimated the danger of the ocean. In this location that can almost be said to be near the sea, the Courage still encountered huge challenges.

Irving Dyson's eyes slowly moved on the magic parchment. The glimmering boat swayed slightly between ancient coordinates, perfectly recreating the current state of the Crown. In front of it, the outline of an island was emerging from the parchment.

"If our route has returned to the right position...it is Tasos," the nobleman of Tifong tapped the table with his fist, and his tone was filled with a hint of heavyness in his excitement, "the territory we had to give up..."

"It's our destination," said the first mate. "It is said that in the hundreds of years after the end of the Age of Navigation, the Son of the Storm occupied the island and the surrounding coral reefs..."

"Those dark believers should have reached a place farther away from land and deep in the eastern ocean," Owen Dyson shook his head gently, "but maybe there are some traces left by them on Tassos Island... This helps us understand what those crazy believers have encountered over the years."

As he said that, he raised his head and ordered:

"It is safe to get the sailors to work harder and go to Tassos at full speed to the waters near the island, where we can repair the engine and anti-magic shells!"

...

Far away from the far sea of ​​the Loren continent, a huge archipelago is quietly dormant in the waves and breeze.

On one of the largest islands in the archipelago, human-built towns are bathed in the sun, and the buildings of staggered heights are distributed in an orderly manner, with port facilities, lighthouses, bell towers and the pyramid-shaped temple located in the center.

However, this place of settlement that should have been prosperous and prosperous is now shrouded in an unusual tranquility

There was no one on the street, no one was watching the port facilities, and the bell tower and lighthouse stood alone in the sea breeze. On the ramp leading to the Grand Temple, the fallen leaves have been cleaned for many days.

Between the dead streets and alleys, there were only some horrified and dazed eyes occasionally flashed through the doors of some undiscarded houses. The only remaining residents on the island hid in their homes that did not bring much security, as if waiting for the approaching of a doomsday and the end of fate.

A gust of sea breeze blew across the streets and rolled up a few scattered pieces of paper on the corners of the street. These "papers" with extremely special materials fluttered up, and some were pasted on nearby walls.

On the paper, some things are written in common human letters and some kind of alien text that is curved and undulating like waves. Only some of the content can be vaguely identified in the dirty cover:

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

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

"Don't go to a dead end rashly, the deep sea is actually friendly..."

"Houses with sea views near Sunny Beach can be rented and sold, and the top 100 newly registered Nagas can enjoy a down payment free..."

“Limited processing of resident status in Antaweien city…”

"…The Trench City is sincerely recruiting construction workers. The Queen promises to provide free vocational training and work arrangements for deep-dive promotions, and high-frequency resonance excavator technology, including education and distribution..."

These things are invitations from the Siren, bewitching from the deep sea, and terrifying murmurs from the indescribable ancient sea.

Starting a month ago, the Siren used some kind of flying device to spread these "letters" throughout the archipelago. Now, they are waiting openly near the island, waiting for the last humans on the island to transform into terrible deep-sea creatures.

Initially, the Storm Sons had the time to clear these leaflets and soothe people's hearts, but now, no healthy resident can stand up and do these things. Instead, more and more people left the island after the complete transformation, accounting for more than half of the residents.

The rest of the people just survived before being completely eroded by the deep sea and transformed.

At the edge of the island, under the calm sea, phantoms in the water swam lightly, walking between the changing light and shadow formed by the sunlight.

The Siren are waiting.
Chapter completed!