Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 668 - 578. Galleys and Departure

At the northernmost tip of the New Continent, near the Broken Star Sea, along the coast of the Eternal White Land.

Ice floes everywhere, bone-chilling cold.

Winter is the eternal theme of this region.

And today, although it was clearly a windless day, the sea was completely calm.

Yet.

Swish—

A medium-sized sea ship, with an unusual appearance vastly different from the current popular sailing ships, shot past the sea like an arrow, even leaving a long white line behind that couldn't be mended immediately.

With a low and slender hull, sixty red oars of varying ages extended from both sides, resembling a large water centipede, every synchronous movement propelling the ship forward.

If any sailor from the Old Continent were here, they would instantly recognize the identity of this ship.

This is a super antique "Galleys," popular over 1500 years ago before the advent of Great Navigation along the coastal regions!

Relying on human power as the main driving force, unlike wind-dependent sailing ships, the "Galleys" could navigate smoothly even in windless conditions, making it highly suitable for battles in enclosed sea areas.

At one point, it was all the rage among the countries, with its shadow visible in almost all human sea battles during that long history.

But the "Galleys" also had undeniable shortcomings, as the excessive number of crew members, including rowers, meant it had to sail along the coast for timely replenishment, with very poor endurance.

Even more bothering was its low hull, putting it at a definite disadvantage against the tall sailing battleships in combat.

The last "Galleys" was eliminated by Old Continent Countries at least three hundred years ago, let alone seeing such a ship at the very edge of the world explored by humans; it was simply astonishing.

However.

Since such an incredible occurrence happened, it suggests there can only be one truth, that this particular Galley is unique!

Though from the outside appearance alone, with a displacement of 1000 tons, featuring a twin-mast fore-and-aft sail, thirty long oars on each side, and a massive bronze ram installed at the bow.

With the images of Spring God Idun and Summer God Niord painted on the starboard and port sides respectively, Autumn God Skadi at the top of the main mast, and Winter God Ullr at the bottom.

Identical to the typical Galleys from millennia ago.

But if a Wizard were to open their own "Spiritual Vision" and look at it, they would certainly be deeply shocked by the ship's magnificent Extraordinary Spiritual Light.

Most of the ship's construction had already reached the level of a Legendary Battleship, only with scattered breakpoints in the middle that kept the Galley's overall Spiritual Light from being fully smooth.

To use a metaphor, it is like it still needs a thread to string the scattered pearls together to form a dazzling pearl necklace.

Then it will transform into a true "Legendary Battleship"!

At this time.

In the captain's cabin on the stern, a middle-aged captain with a small distinctive mustache under his captain's hat, put down his quill and drawing tools, carefully folded up the nautical chart he personally drew on the table.

Although this captain appeared to be middle-aged, he showed none of the crude habits expected from sailors who have spent years at sea; handsome and charming, he exuded an inward and outward mature man's deep charm.

He raised his head and in a very magnetic voice ordered:

"Lam, the intelligence says that the Bizeyas Clan was funded by some Great Noble of Hilus to launch an offensive from here to the Eternal White Land.

Have our [Regenerated Puppet] increase speed, and make sure to intercept them before their ships enter the White Sea through the ice land gap! If they turn into ice sculptures there, it would be difficult to get the things we want."

"As you command, Captain!"

The response to this middle-aged captain did not come from a human crew but a red King Kong Parrot perched on a stand. It saluted with lifted wings while wearing the first mate's hat, then flapped and flew out of the captain's cabin.

It happened to brush shoulders with a beautiful lady in a thin white summer dress at the doorway.

"Oh! Madam, you look stunning today!"

"Haha, thank you for the compliment, Mr. Lam."

The lady, whose age was indiscernible, wore silver high heels, held a silver tray in one hand, and lifted her skirt with the other, seemingly unaffected by the cold climate of this sea region.

When she stepped into the slightly darkened captain's cabin, the room seemed to get a bit brighter due to her presence.

With porcelain-like fair skin, lake-green eyes, striking gold-red long hair, fiery red lips crowned with a tiny beauty mark, she was undoubtedly a great beauty that even women would admire.

Looking at the busy middle-aged captain, the beautiful lady's eyes shimmered with unabashed affection, raising the silver tray holding a bottle of rum and two crystal wine glasses, she smiled and asked:

"Jelos, would you care for a drink alongside these vast glaciers?"

Looking at his beautiful wife, Captain Jelos smiled tenderly:

"Of course, my dear."

Even though he had lived nearly two hundred years, he felt only the years spent with her were truly 'living', while before he was merely alive.

Ding—

As the two crystal glasses filled with amber-hued liquor clinked together, a beam of sunlight happened to shine through the porthole.

It illuminated the fine wine in their glasses.

It also illuminated one wall of the captain's cabin, where eight glass bottles on the storage shelf each contained a miniature "Galleys" that looked nearly identical to the ship beneath their feet.

Meticulously crafted, it made one wonder if they had once been real ships of the sea.

On the opposite wall, three "Golden Compasses" with different surface engravings also gleamed brightly!

....

Woo woo woo...

The terrifying sandstorm generated from the violent atmospheric disturbance slowly subsided after a long time.

Deep within this deathly silent "Forgotten Desert," it had likely never been so noisy.

After the fierce battle, Aiven had already reverted to human form, bracing his knees and panting heavily.

"Huff...huff..."

A rotting scar on his shoulder and several bone-deep sword wounds were being carefully treated by Angie, whose eyes were red, gradually healing under powerful self-healing power.

Even so, the girl felt so heartbroken that tears were about to fall.

At his feet, the corpse of the final Tier 3 Dragon-man, Cosmic Dragon-man Kronipus, lay silently, only the upper half present while the lower half remained two kilometers away.

The three senior-level Dragon-men were no weaklings; their powerful talent magic from the dragon vein sources caused Aiven considerable suffering during the Dragon Transformation.

Especially the Cosmic Dragon who could use spatial power, it was elusive and terrifyingly strong in both movement and attack. If not for switching to Kaka's Shadow Dragon [Bloodline Plugin], using [Shadow Jump] against its [King's Rook Castle], it would have almost escaped.

Ultimately, Aiven bested it with a move, using witchcraft at his fingertips to cut it down with his sword.

However, he has already decided to make room for a plugin for the "Cosmic Dragon"; the power of [Space] is simply too alluring.

After Aiven rested for a while, Kaka, who had gone to deal with the twenty-seven Tier 2 Dragon-men midway, had already completed its mission and returned.

Aiven looked up at the sky above, seeing no abnormalities, confirming that the power of "Dragon King" Nidhogg could not be directly transmitted here.

The master and disciple's eyes glowed as their hands moved swiftly, taking advantage of the warmth of the Dragon-men's corpses to strip away the bloodlines of all Dragon-men, whether Tier 3 or Tier 2.

For wizards of the "Vitalist School," this is an invaluable super treasure!

Angie obtained the powerful magic book "Dragon Covenant," covered in dense scales, gaining a certain understanding of these "good people" who traveled from the Netherworld to offer themselves up.

Their bloodline sources possess extraordinary abilities, sufficient for the "Vitalist School" to establish the world's largest dragon material archive, potentially opening a discipline of "Mythical Creatures · Dragon Studies."

And there is one more practical use.

....

Mit is much like the Material World continent, with the center being a pure white "Forgotten Desert," accumulated for unknown lengths of time, surrounded by green, lifeless seawater.

Waters from the [Nether River] pass through all of Mit, flowing into the sea, then mysteriously emerging in another Death God's domain.

At dawn, just as the morning mist began to lift.

Splash splash...

Aiven and Angie were rowing a small boat, arriving at the mouth of the [Nether River] where it joins the sea.

Unaware that the "Jet Black Dragon," after relishing its sacrifice, was temporarily asleep, they decided to leave after having caused a significant setback for the master here; if not now, then when?

Using the blood of a total of eleven Tier 3 Dragon-men as the lamp oil, they lit the small boat lamp. In the strange purple glow, Aiven took out his "Golden Compass."

Despite the eerie nature of this lifeless green sea, it remains a sea, so the compass must work.

It's the most feasible method Aiven can think of to leave the Netherworld.

The golden needle of the compass slowly turned, firmly pointing in one direction.

The two exchanged glances, relying on the oars in their hands to rapidly propel the small boat forward rather than using witchcraft. Before fully disappearing into the thickening fog, Aiven looked back once more at this world belonging to death.

For living beings, death is the greatest fairness in the world; even gods may face their end, unable to revive from the river of history.

This is the final resting place for all life.

Yet, while [Life] and [Death] are opposed, they can also learn from each other, even revolving in a cycle of life and death.

Especially the three springs creating the [Nether River]—Sanctity, Wisdom, Frost Mist—they should not be limited in use. Aiven believes he may return here in the future to fully unveil the secrets of the world's foundation.