Returning to the deck, Artie Roosevelt gazed around.
Aside from his own vessel, there were three other ships, large and small, in the vicinity.
Despite different nationalities, they all ca to this sea for the sa purpose.
About six months ago, high-level officials from various countries began receiving reports sensing special magic fluctuations. After detailed investigations and verifications, it was confird that the location of the special magic fluctuation was at the site of the sunken Demon King City.
The reappearance of the Enchanting Demon indicated that the sunken Demon King City still retained teleportation capabilities.
The descent of the Demon King was now beyond doubt.
Those strange magic fluctuations might just be the Demon King adjusting the gate to this world.
The ti prophesied by the Sage was about to arrive.
To monitor the Demon King’s movents imdiately, nations dispatched reconnaissance units to sail to this sea.
The KarloGatt Sea is far from land, with only a few islands nearby.
Life at sea was quite dull, and over the months, people from different ships often interacted, sharing their observations and experiences, creating a very harmonious relationship.
Now, with the intense magic fluctuations sweeping across the sea, everyone returned to their posts, focusing on detecting the sea, searching for various magic information for analysis.
Sharing information had beco a consensus.
However, currently, magic communication was hindered, making interaction a bit troubleso.
Fortunately, Artie Roosevelt had brought along so interesting gadgets before leaving the All Things Library.
Taking out a palm-sized rectangular object, Artie Roosevelt dialed the ergency contact device on other ships, gathering all key personnel for a group video chat.
Practically everyone was rendered speechless by this little gadget that allowed communication without magic.
Though this device also supported magic communication, considering many were accustod to using Crystal Balls, Artie Roosevelt decided to reserve this device for the most urgent situations.
After all, this device was still in its developnt trial phase.
Initially, Artie Roosevelt was worried about the quality of this device, but after use, he found the so-called "phone" was far more convenient than he imagined.
Thanks to this device, Artie Roosevelt could communicate promptly with others on different ships and understand their situation.
It was through this device that Artie Roosevelt quickly learned the conclusion other ships had reached, similar to his own:
"Below this sea, magic is continuously surging out.
The constant, irregular ergence of magic is causing the current magic disorder.
If the location where magic gushes out the most could be found, perhaps the center of the large teleportation magic could be identified.
If that center of the large teleportation magic could be struck, perhaps the gate opening speed could be slowed."
The issue was that venturing amid such a vast expanse of magic was quite challenging.
Magic too sparse can make it impossible to use magic; too dense a concentration could be fatal.
Just as everyone hesitated about approaching the fast-surging magic center to find the teleportation magic array’s key area to obstruct the Demon King’s arrival, Artie Roosevelt stepped forward, willing to take on the vanguard role.
Before anyone could make up their minds, a large amount of magic suddenly surged up from beneath the sea surface.
Bubbles slowly surfaced from the deep sea, popping above the surface with a "pop".
So bubbles burst directly beside the ship, leaving fine cracks on the sturdy vessel.
As Artie Roosevelt leaned over the railing, the entire sea seed to boil, with massive magic surging forward.
Many ordinary crew mbers assisting the reconnaissance unit couldn’t withstand the massive magic pressure, leading to vomiting and diarrhea, with severe cases bleeding from their orifices and falling unconscious.
Hearing this news, the leaders of the reconnaissance unit frowned deeply.
In the end, everyone abandoned the idea of searching for the magic center.
Given the current rate of increase in magic flow speed, even magicians might be affected by the dense magic.
They might perish in the sea due to surrounding magic turbulence before even seeing the Demon King.
After a series of discussions, even though Artie Roosevelt volunteered, they made an extrely tough decision.
Temporarily withdraw from this magic chaotic zone, using magic to create a large safe area, hiding within it, and continue observing and monitoring the area.
Though reluctantly, Artie Roosevelt also had to give up the thought of attacking the teleportation magic center.
All ships started accelerating, distancing themselves from the bubbling sea before being sunk by bubbles.
Minute by minute passed, and all ships withdrew to relatively safe waters.
Artie Roosevelt stood on the deck, watching the already "boiling" sea, noting down his observations and experiences as usual.
Every ship unfolded its shield, appearing invincible.
The decks of every ship were crowded with people, staring intently ahead.
Every second was torturous for them, fearing that in the blink of an eye, situations might take a sharp turn, and the Demon King would descend upon this world.
However, the process of the Demon King descending to this world was far more complex than they imagined.
In the dark sea bottom, as if ti didn’t flow at all, a golden figure sat in the center of a giant array, emitting a lonely deep-sea sound:
"Countdown, 4 hours 00 minutes 01 second... 4 hours 00 minutes 00 seconds...
Detected severe magic decline in this world, more magic needed to fully open the door.
More magic needed to be quickly supplented from that side into this world.
Requesting...
Request completed....
The planned magic is not enough to open the door, too far away, way too distant.
Continuing request...
Request completed.
Magic sufficient.
Now starting magic supplent, which might bring huge magic fluctuations to this world.
... Is that okay?
It’s okay. I understand the command.
...
Magic connection technique completed.
Now beginning massive magic release."
The golden figure slowly bent down, inserting its arm into the array, rging with the whole array.
Artie Roosevelt was writing and sketching on paper when suddenly, his pen broke.
Below the sea, the golden figure slowly opened its mouth towards the invisible sky. A golden light pierced through the deep darkness, through the boiling sea surface, through the air, reaching the clouds, forming a massive light pillar.
The dark clouds surged towards the giant light pillar, forming a massive vortex.
The reconnaissance units on the ships were astounded, the bright light pillar casting long shadows behind them.
Compared to this massive light pillar, they appeared insignificantly tiny.
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