Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 588 - 518: Prophecy and Industrial Planning

In a room with drawn curtains, dim candlelight flickered softly.

A robed figure sat behind a small table on which a crystal ball was placed.

The hood was pulled low, casting a large shadow that only revealed half of a pale face at the bottom, with lips of the same pallor slowly moving, solemnly proclaiming in an extremely certain tone:

"Day and night intertwine, the lost kingdom will reappear here. All seas shall hear, endless treasure or endless sin. The pale entity in the well opens thousands of eyes, the final king drinks the blood of the sacrificed. The hermit returns, the devil departs..."

Then, silence filled the room.

Within the phrasing laden with metaphors, immense secrets seemed to be hidden between the lines, but even after racking one's brains and pondering deeply, nothing was ultimately gained.

However.

Whoosh—

The curtains were suddenly pulled open, and the noontime July sunlight filled the entire room, instantly dispelling the eerie and mysterious atmosphere.

"So, is this mysterious act just to tell us that?"

Watching Milan, who was shrouded in sunlight, covered in a hooded robe that concealed his face, Aiven pursed his lips, with a clearly disdainful expression. Olivia, sitting beside him, had a similar look on her face.

"Come on, give me some face, why don't you? This is an important prophecy made by this 'Prophet' at great cost. You might have just witnessed a turning point in history ahead of time, can't you be a bit serious, big brother!"

Detecting Aiven's indifference, Milan tugged down the hood from his head and complained somewhat helplessly.

"But, brother, the way you look right now, there's just no way anyone would find you convincing!"

In the sunlight, Milan, having taken off his hood, had an extremely pale face with heavy eye bags and deep dark circles around his eyes.

In contrast, the Huron princess Apsuya beside him, covering her mouth and laughing, looked like a bright flower, appearing especially beautiful and charming, nourished by love.

With the two of you looking like this, it's easy for anyone to think the wrong thing.

Currently, the Huron princess was dressed in a custom high-end version of the "Venom" armor, similar to trade rifles, where the stuff used by their own people was completely different from the export version.

Besides integrating functions like power amplification, venom blade, venom armor, automatic repair, low-level intelligence, strain language, etc., and enhancing them to the limits of Aiven's capabilities, it also had a powerful life support system and mimicry function, capable of flexibly transforming into various clothing and equipment. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Normal clothes, leather armor, dresses... whether color or material could all be vivid and lifelike.

At this moment, the "Venom" on Apsuya turned into a dark green tight-fitting combat uniform style, alluring and beautiful like a sensuous beauty snake.

More than half a month ago, before Milan left the New Continent with Aiven, he went to present the promised "Venom" armor to his girlfriend. Georgia was closer to the Wendat tribe settlement of the Hurons than the Far Sails Territory, which made it convenient for Milan.

He ended up staying for such a long time, with Milan's small build, tut-tut-tut...

Hearing this, Milan's face was somewhat unnatural, subconsciously touching his nose, he lightly coughed and explained:

"Remember what was mentioned last time about the Spirit Tide stirred up in the New Continent for the competition over the demigod position? Recently, the paranormal events on the continent have shown a trend of intensifying, with even reports of evil spirits appearing in the woods during the day.

So, the shaman who excels in divination at Suya's tribe and I wanted to predict where the turning point of the new continent's Spirit Tide lies. We eventually arrived at this prophecy, resulting in a slight depletion of our bodies, cough..."

Aiven walked up and pulled him up, not forgetting to sarcastically remark:

"Alright, I get it. Once you can interpret all these images, let us know. There's no use worrying about these things right now, our own strength is most important!"

Milan's face fell. Perhaps, after the events occur, reflecting back on them might seem that the prophecy was incredibly accurate, but before any major events truly happen, there's no clue whatsoever.

However, with his back to Apsuya, Aiven sneaked a watermelon-sized "Essence Fruit" into Milan's arms, winking at him, "This is as much as a brother can help you."

He patted his shoulder in a gesture:

"Come, let me show you Georgia's construction blueprints, and give some feedback to me and Hesi."

Milan gave Aiven a grateful look and swiftly tucked the item into his animal-stomach-like "Magic Pocket." He took Apsuya out of his room in this Governor's Mansion, following Aiven and Olivia.

After the Georgia Territory was transferred to Aiven, a month had swiftly passed.

During this period, the "Skin-Wearing People" army had already begun to take shape.

Though limited by time and with not many captured ferocious wolf pelts, and elite pirate loyalists as rare as a cabbage in a market.

Ultimately, a force of 28 "Werewolf" extraordinaries was established.

Among them, 20 came from under Aiven's command, with 8 originally being Anita's crew, with the loyalists aboard the "Golden Horn Deer" bearing the most, having 4 members.

Additionally, from the initial 24 elite navy soldiers Aiven selected from the "Storm Horn" for the privateer fleet core, 6 became "Skin-Wearing People," transforming into "Shark-men" akin to Baldwin.