Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 638 - 556 Quasi-Legendary Battleship "Venus"_2

Everything was going well from Long Island Port all the way here, except that there weren't any foolish targets to allow them to demonstrate their prowess, so they could only fire a few shots into the open sea as a gesture.

In fact, the "Venus," deserving of the title Quasi-Legendary Battleship, hadn't even displayed a tenth of its capabilities.

The surface of this massive heavy cruiser was already covered with a layer of the anticipated full version of "Venom Ship Armor."

In previous experiments, even if the "Bregentine-type Two-Masted Mixed Sail Ship" was equipped with 32-pound cannons that can only be equipped above Level 3 battleships, it couldn't change its essence as a small privateer.

But for the "Venus," which already has the [Ship's Figurehead: Lucky Gold Coin], this marks a qualitative transformation.

It can achieve automatic navigation, on-the-spot maneuvering, sailing without wind, iron-like resilience, optical invisibility... thanks to "Venom Ship Armor."

Underwater, a spherical spore sac is attached, capable of differentiating into various weapons like Kaka's shadowy tentacles. In naval battles, the "Venus" is even more terrifying than a Sea Monster.

All this is due to the magical enhancement from Extraordinary level demonized fungi.

Although it's only a thin layer, it's already enough for Aiven to produce thousands of "Venom" battle armors.

However, for Aiven, the biggest cost of this material is actually time.

Using "Bronze Talismans" for energy storage, given the reproduction ability of demonized fungi, as long as the nutrients keep up, it's possible to arm an entire fleet without issue.

However, due to the limited number of mushroom people from the Midorra Fragment, large-scale equipment isn't possible for now.

Without a control center, forcibly equipping might result in the "Venom," which is essentially fungi, devouring all the wooden parts of the sailship.

Additionally.

The flexibility of the Wizard Contract is far superior to the "Kraken Horn," and when Aiven was at home, the large type "Thorny Crown Sea Serpent" Pipi was directly commandeered by his sister.

The "Venus" is already enough to crush conventional battleships!

Furthermore, today the camp affiliation of the "Dragon Cavalry Privateer Fleet" has been semi-publicized, even openly dispatched by Aiven to execute territorial missions.

Many people are already aware that this powerful maritime force, second only to the Kingdom's main fleet on the New Continent, is actually the private army of Viscount Galliot's family.

Times have changed, and their most formidable adversary, Hilus, is entirely occupied with its own affairs.

For Hilus's colonies, the past two years can be described as calamitous.

After dealing with pirate rampages and rampant diseases, the "Spirit Tide" that covers the entire New Continent affects those with the largest territories the most.

If not for the aid from the "Curse School," the strongest in the New Continent's Black Wizard Organization, and the gentle faction New Church "Tinder Sect," Hilus's territory would almost be broken up into isolated islands comprised of various resource points.

In contrast, on the Hilus Mainland, Emperor Philip II of the Empire is now determined to "secure internal stability before addressing external threats," he insists on thoroughly expelling the radical faction of the "Eternal Flame" from his Hilus Empire before discussing anything else.

With the wealth inherited from the Frisia Kingdom, he can endure temporarily even without the gold and silver from the New Continent.

Therefore, even if they have obtained this intelligence, they completely lack the extra strength to launch a campaign against Aiven.

...

At the same time.

The Old Continent across the vast Black Sea remains entirely unaffected by the turmoil on the New Continent.

Phaletis Kingdom's Third Fleet Base—Gabred Port.

"Oh, Major Borg, quickly put it down, let me do it."

"Well... Thank you, Hamidun."

The middle-aged civilian major with his right arm severed at the elbow watched as his colleague deftly organized a stack of forms and swiftly packed them into a file bag, thanking him and then lightly sighing.

Borg, formerly the First Mate of the "Storm Horn," after Aiven pulled some strings, returned to the Third Fleet as a civilian major in the Logistics Department. Though there weren't any special privileges, he wasn't subjected to abuse either.

Not to mention that Aiven is now like the sun in the sky, adorned with numerous halos, even Vice Admiral Snite, who oversees the Third Fleet Logistics Department, wouldn't allow such things to happen.

Yet the perception of an inconspicuous person regarded as untrustworthy persists among colleagues. Clearly within his capabilities, yet no colleague from top to bottom believes he can do well.

He was once a Martial Arts Faction officer who fought Sea Monsters at sea, even without one hand, he could flip the entire office alone, including... his civilian Colonel superior.

Thus, being treated like a weak group left Borg feeling suffocated within.

Several times, he wanted to apply for retirement, not wishing to be a freeloader on the Military Department's food supplies. Even joining the City Guard as a simple soldier contributing would be better, yet he truly didn't want to betray his captain's goodwill...

Suddenly.

The conversation among colleagues caught his attention.

"Did you hear? Lieutenant Colonel Gaige from the Equipment Department has been transferred to Ugor Island."

"Really? Then isn't he about to be promoted to Colonel?"

"That's right, who doesn't know that place is the country's future development center? Going there, even being demoted, many would fight tooth and nail for it. Opportunities are everywhere, getting in early will surely accelerate your promotion."

"I want to go, too. Unfortunately, during the initial construction phase, the first batch of personnel chosen to go there are handpicked elites, unquestionably the backbone of future development, and people like us have no chance."

At the beginning of the year, a giant island suddenly emerged beside the kingdom, making many wonder if they were living in a dream.

Opportunities at Ugor Island are akin to job transfers within government offices, going to a newly established economic zone by the country almost equates to prosperity.

Military officers in the office discussed with envy, pounding their chests in regret and yearning to replace themselves.

Borg shook his head, preparing to take the document pouch to hand it over to the procurement department.

Suddenly.

A Colonel marched in briskly, the department's superior, Colonel Oriel; everyone quickly stood to salute.

"Sir!"

After returning the salute, the Colonel directly addressed the disabled person about to leave: 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Major Borg, your transfer order has arrived."

"Transfer order?"

Borg was slightly puzzled; did the Headquarters still remember him?

Colonel Oriel beamed with kindness:

"Pack your things, I'll take you to report. Your workplace is at Limerick Port on Ugor Island, position as Deputy Port Officer. By the way, the jurisdiction there belongs to Major General Galliot; it's the only one like it in the entire kingdom. Once it prospers, don't forget us colleagues here. Hahaha..."

Among colleagues, with eyes seemingly burning a hole through, the first emotion rising from Borg's heart wasn't excitement, rather his eyes reddened slightly, softly murmuring:

"In this world, after all... there is still someone who trusts me. Captain..."