Seeing such a ti-space distorted technological creation, Aiven shuddered violently, almost suspecting that he had returned to that scientifically advanced world after just passing through the space turbulence.
"That's it!"
He slapped his forehead, quickly took out his , and only slightly relaxed when he saw the normal coordinates displayed on it, but his mood instantly tensed up again.
Because he found that his current location was even closer to the core area of the Eastern Archipelago than the final destination marked on Jelos's nautical chart.
Or it could be said that he had already entered the vast "Broken Star Sea," the inner layer of the Eastern Archipelago's "Dongyi" islands.
The island beneath his feet also presented a glaring deep red, only slightly better than the black-red of the core region. Through several tentative explorations beforehand, Aiven had already roughly mastered the regular pattern of the four warning colors of the [Ancient Scroll]: blue, yellow, orange, and red.
For a Tier 3 High-Rank Wizard or a Tier 4 Physical Side Transcendent, the purely physical environnt on this planet could hardly kill them; even disastrous natural calamities like volcanic eruptions, tornadoes, and tsunamis were no exception.
The most dangerous thing in this sea was those Extraordinary Creatures possessing spirituality and mighty power.
The safety colors blue and yellow naturally need no further elaboration.
If the scroll displayed orange, it ant that as long as you didn't flip over on your own accord, even the most dangerous enemies would find it hard to kill you. If it displayed ordinary red, it ant the island harbored beings that threatened your life, most likely Extraordinary at the sa level.
As the colors gradually deepened, the number of Extraordinary beings at the sa or even higher level would also increase. Of course, even pure black didn't an certain death, as whether they existed and whether they were hostile were completely separate concepts.
The Black Sea harbored the lairs of two Goddesses, both pure black; one visited frequently, while visiting the other would truly an certain death...
Another perspective could be that the [Ancient Scroll] represented the recomndation index against the "smooth assault tactics" of the Fierce Warriors.
Anita scratched her cheek: Eh?
The current deep red was clearly telling Aiven: Hold steady! Don't take risks!
Whoosh...
The whistling sound of flying devices was already overhead over this slope.
They were four fixed-wing flying devices that looked sowhat like flying fish, with a wingspan of five ters, gold coating, and open-air cockpits, each piloted by a skilled driver.
They wore form-fitting leather and goggles, looking no different from ordinary humans outside the Broken Star Sea, except they were unusually tall, with an average height of nearly 2 ters.
Moreover, each had a green round erald embedded in their forehead bone, giving them the appearance of having a third eye from afar.
"Hmm? The person who was just here, did any of you see them?"
"Report, negative."
"Negative."
Even during high-speed flight, each pilot's voice was as loud as thunder, allowing their companions to easily hear what they were saying.
Subsequently, the four flying devices agilely encircled this slope, which had just witnessed a wizard battle, circling several tis, finding nothing but battle scars.
Buzz buzz...
Snap!
Suddenly.
The pilot at the rear of the formation slapped himself, a peculiar action that caught the attention of his companion in front, who asked with concern:
"Actaeon, are you okay?"
"Darktili, I'm fine, just got bitten by a mosquito from sowhere."
The pilot called Actaeon responded promptly, indicating all was well.
The flight formation's leader then issued an order:
"Let's return to base, notify ground forces to inspect this area thoroughly. The Ten Kings gathering is in half a month, so everyone stay sharp and don't overlook any anomalies."
"Yes, Captain!"
...
Two days later.
A national library in the center of a magnificent city built with white, black, and red stones and embellished with excessive gold and silver, exemplifying opulence to the extre.
Rustle rustle...
The flying device pilot "Actaeon" was browsing through a book in hand, as his heart kept surging with wonder.
"Light energy, electricity, flying devices... It's truly incredible; this is a living ancient civilization!
Moreover, it is likely the original historical prototype of 'Poseidya City'; no wonder... no wonder after experiencing space turbulence, I ended up here.
But why do they live here? Do they know about the outside world?..."
Clearly, this pilot "Actaeon" had already been replaced.
In a highly advanced and orderly society, the biggest dread wasn't a lack of money but a lack of identity; even with the ability to shapeshift at will, without a legitimate identity, one would find it hard to move on.
As for the real Actaeon, he had been thrown into another tiered city within the [Witchcraft Garden], after Aiven had extracted his knowledge. He then requested temporary leave from his superior and buried himself in the city library.
Back then.
Aiven discovered a codex called "Hercules' Pillar" during the process of strategizing in his own beacon anchor ground "Poseidya City."
Although this codex only contains various public ethics and does not involve any extraordinary knowledge, Aiven gained a general understanding of the overall political system and social appearance of a certain civilization from it.
In "Poseidya," every "Three-eyed People" citizen is an extraordinary being, their technological level has already reached the degree of creating flying devices, belonging to a highly developed superhuman civilization.
Ten Divine Sons jointly govern this country and enjoy supre power from secular to religious aspects.
And now the materials recorded in spiritual texts in Aiven's hands showcase another aspect of this civilization.
The "Zongderilic Empire" is how they call themselves, composed of ten kingdoms:
Zongderilic Country, Ariane Country, Triton Country, Oyufemos Country, Xiloyus Country, Klysaor Country, Polyphemus Country, Oriana Country, Omorpos Country, and Antai Country.
It is said that every kingdom's king is a Divine Descendant and brothers, possessing incredible great power, and the country is nad after the king. Zongderilic, as the eldest of the Ten Kings, nad the entire civilization.
The capital's na is sowhat like "Poseidya," called "Poseidon." People worship the embodint of the sea—Sea God Amphitrite.
Aiven highly suspects whether this entity is a non-human god similar to the "Primordial God" Tirentius on the Source Continent.
The current city he is in is the royal capital of Arian, one of the Ten Kings.
With his own eyes, he saw that the nationals here are neither Three-eyed People nor giants, but tall stature is common. Moreover, most of the people with identity (soldiers, nobles, priests...) wear erald forehead ornants shaped like eyes.
Other aspects vary sowhat from those in the Spirit Realm.
However, the things in the Spirit Realm are inherently filled with compression, displacent, and symbolism, differing from actual history is truly normal. "Poseidya" might just be a civilization projection born from the collective unconscious distortion by humanity, under the power of the Spirit Realm, and possibly one of many such projections.
But none of this hinders Aiven's fascination with this magical civilization; the combination of technology and extraordinary might be a model for the Duchy.
Additionally.
He lifted his head to look out the window, where the center of the entire ring-nested city is a cluster of bright light, which is the nation's foundation—"Magnetic Ore."
This great creation truly exists!
In records of the Spirit Realm, it is said to be able to convert god-given radiance into infinite energy, usable for production and capable of transforming into thunderbolts to destroy enemies.
It is energy and also a weapon; the whole Zongderilic superhuman civilization is built upon this energy.
Gazing at that radiance, Aiven's heart is blazing with passion.
If one has sufficiently strong energy, alchemical cannons that can annihilate cities in one strike, invincible warships, impregnable wizard towers, floating castles... would no longer be re dreams!
Previously, Aiven had already pieced together a semi-finished product with so functions of "Magnetic Ore" based on the original material from the Spirit Realm, so written materials in spiritual texts, Olivia's aquamarine energy storage research, and the solar sail of the Jade Coronet, utilizing various abilities.
Its appearance looks no different from "Magnetic Ore" in the Spirit Realm, but it can only collect sunlight and store energy, with efficiency reaching only ten to twenty percent of the original "Magnetic Ore."
But the one in front of him is a purely technological product, having its intrinsic operating principles, not needing the participation of Idealism power, as long as one masters the corresponding knowledge, it can be replicated!
The problem is... how to obtain their knowledge?
Suddenly.
"Actaeon, there you are! I searched for you everywhere, co with quickly!"
An urgent voice interrupted Aiven's contemplation.
As he turned his head, it was "his" teammate Darktili, imitating the unfortunate one's tone and opening with confusion:
"What's wrong? Didn't I take leave?"
Seeing the teammate's face solemn yet full of glory:
"Cancel all leave, we have a mission, this ti it's a great opportunity."
...
anwhile.
In another country neighboring Ariane, also located at the easternmost side of the Eastern Archipelago, Oyufemos Country.
In a dim dungeon used to confine extraordinary beings.
Jelos, Stephanie's face turned sowhat dull, parrot First Mate Lam's feathers shed quite a bit. They obviously didn't have the leisurely abilities Aiven had to infiltrate the enemy's internal, seemingly suffering quite a lot.
"Captain, I'm hungry."
"Honey, too."
"I..."
Hum ― !
The conversation was interrupted by a cold snort, as they saw the "prisoner" in the opposite cell, the three shrank their necks simultaneously.
In their surroundings' cell, a group of distinctly alien outsiders glared at the trio, as if they committed horrendous deeds, wishing to devour them at this mont.
The three dared not speak further, inwardly sighing in unison:
'Hopefully, Galliot (sir) received the ssage and really can find this place.'
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