Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 598 - 525 Collective Disappearance

Although the mist in the Mist Sea appears similar to the natural mist or the white fog released by the "Mist Silver Lamp" on the surface, its true difference can only be felt when you are actually amidst it.

Dim, cold, deathly silent, exuding malice...

The most direct sensation is that this white fog seems to distort space and time, giving off a bizarre sense of disorientation where you can't distinguish between day, night, north, south, ancient times, or present day.

Even if, in the next moment, an oar-driven sailing ship from hundreds of years ago sails out from the fog opposite, with a group of ancient people waving greetings at you from the deck, it would not be surprising at all.

Many Great Pirates qualified to enter "Sunken Ship Bay" have enough experience to quickly light the signal lamps prepared in advance on the ship, gathering all the accompanying ships together to form a defensive formation.

However.

Even these pirates qualified to enter "Sunken Ship Bay" still require specialist guides to safely navigate in and out of the Mist Sea. If they deviate from the predetermined route, their fate in this dangerous sea would be no better than those pursuers entering randomly.

Thus, even though the "Mist Sea" can be considered the pirates' semi-homeland, it still harbors too many unknown and mysterious elements they are unclear about.

After a sudden unforeseen incident, in the low-visibility mist, no one dared to run around recklessly since [Direction Confusion] is just the most basic configuration in the Mist Sea.

Moreover, they understood that since this "Mist Sea" has already reacted, it is clearly not just to trap them here; there will definitely be follow-up actions.

Although there was a certain amount of unrest among some smaller factions, most remained calm. Even if a monster suddenly appeared, the hundreds of ships and tens of thousands of combat personnel were still reassuring.

In the apparent ranks, there were also two Pirate Kings; with such formidable power, they might even be able to conquer a small country.

"Sir! Thanks to our Lord 'God of Black Wings' for the gift, I can still sense the location of 'Sunken Ship Bay' here. Although [Mist Vision] is somewhat suppressed by an unknown force, if we are careful, it should not be a problem."

On the "Chisel Teeth", decorated with numerous giant creature teeth, a young man in an official "Sunken Ship Bay" uniform respectfully reported to Bradley beside him.

If there were pirates from other factions present, they would find it unbelievable that this young man turned out to be a guide from "Sunken Ship Bay"!

Their duty is to lead pirate ships heading to "Sunken Ship Bay" safely through the Mist Sea.

This position should not belong to any private pirate gang but is bound to many facilities of "Sunken Ship Bay", serving all pirates collectively.

Now it seems the so-called ban is more like a paper statement, with no effect on Bradley at least; public resources being used privately is merely a trivial matter for some.

"Ha ha, Mr. Wells, well done. Nick, Marcus, you are responsible for protecting Mr. Wells throughout, no problems are allowed, understood?"

Having ascended to Tier 3 and firmly seated in the position of Pirate King, although Bradley is an opportunist, he is not lacking in necessary caution. With this guide, at least there is no worry about retreat issues, allowing him to handle the various upcoming situations with ease.

"Yes, Sir."

Upon hearing this, the two Tier 2 Official Knights behind him responded almost obsequiously, bending at the waist.

They were two defectors surrendered during the fall of Malon Port, also privateers from the Anti-Hilus Alliance. It's evident once you bend your waist for the first time, there would be a second, a third, and countless others, only making your backbone softer each time.

Privateers superficially seem no different from pirates, but they have an absolute taboo – attacking ships of their own or allied nations. If caught, their privateering license would be immediately revoked, and they would be treated as pirates!

At this moment.

Either through violating taboos or killing their former companions... the defectors captivated by Bradley from Malon Port, after delivering various pledges of allegiance, turned out to be even more useful than the original loyal subordinates of the "Oathbreaker".

Moreover... they acted with even less bottom line!

Because those who least want Bradley to lose power now are precisely this group of people; losing the protection of this Pirate King, they would be the first to be reckoned with.

For this operation, Bradley has gone all in without reservation, mobilizing all forces in full swing.

At the same time, the Dragon Cavalry had also assembled together.

"The situation has not gotten to the worst point."

Previously, Aiven had tested that the Mind Network signal couldn't communicate inside and outside, but it was still relatively smooth within the mist. Even the few ships previously suspected of being lost had reestablished contact.

Led by "Venus", six Level 5 cruisers or same-class pirate ships, and fifteen "Bregentine-type" two-masted sloops formed two columns that could see each other and mutually respond.

While avoiding an excessively long battle line, they could still cover each other.

The fleet had two Tier 3 Extraordinaries, three Wizards, six Official Knights, thirty-four Skin-Wearing People, and a total pirate count surpassing three thousand. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Others aren't panicking, neither are they.

"Indeed, the so-called treasure and the towering light don't seem to be a coincidence. It seems we're obviously not the sparrow in this context. Convey to all captains, no one is to leave formation or sail alone without orders. Report any irregularities immediately."

"Yes, Captain."

Only a brief ten minutes into the mist, under the guidance of the Mind Network, the fleet had just reformed their formation.

Toot—toot—

Suddenly, a deeply penetrating horn sound resonated from the depths of the mist, reaching every sailor floating in this maritime region and instantly uplifting their spirits.

"It sounds like the 'foghorn' used for warning at a normal port lighthouse, indicating land ahead and to avoid reefs."

First Mate Boris frowned; any sailor is familiar with such a sound, but its occurrence here is highly peculiar.

His words had barely ended.

Wooden signal buoys with gas lamps at their tops suddenly emerged from the sea before them. The gas lamp emitting a dim yellow glow pierced the mist, extending towards the direction from which the foghorn sounded.

Aiven glanced into the mist behind him; a seagull under his command flew for over ten minutes but could not exit the misty area.

He immediately issued the order:

"Clearly, the master of this place does not wish for us to leave. Let's go, double columns after the 'Venus', see what kind of trickery is being played here."

The sailors caught up in the mist had all realized that this treasure hunting expedition was manipulated by someone behind the scenes.

As the ships followed the buoys forward, swords were drawn and cannons loaded, everyone was ready for battle. It could be said that this gathered the most ferocious group of individuals on the New Continent; small threats could hardly intimidate them.

The Dragon Cavalry followed the navigation markers, advancing for three whole hours in the oppressive mist.

However, unlike their readiness, there were no monsters or abnormalities appearing along the way apart from the fog horn sounds ahead, which echoed with unchanging intensity from time to time.

But relying on keen perception and the aid of "Data Visualization," Aiven quickly discovered that the direction and speed of the water currents beneath the ship were constantly adjusting. After countless changes, even he could not determine the current position relative to the initial entry point into the Mist Sea.

At this moment, a new change finally emerged ahead.

The cold mist around gradually thinned, eventually seeming to excavate a gigantic dome within the dense fog. An island roughly five or six square kilometers appeared at the center of this dome.

Peer through the monocular telescope.

The island was surrounded by sandbars and emergent reefs. Although trees flourished on the island, covered with grassy barrens and hydrangea flowers, the dense gray-white stone structures on the island were easily visible amidst the vegetation.

Temples, pyramids, palaces, large residential areas...

Undoubtedly a style of the Kuma Empire.

And another spectacle on the island made everyone's breath quicken instantly.

Gold! Gemstones!

Various ritual and domestic items mainly made of gold and gemstones seemed to be spread like gravel around most of the island, and even the sandbars partly submerged around the island were covered with them.

It even created the illusion that gold and gemstones were the island's essence, while earth and stone were merely embellishments.

Despite the dim light, that noble color was still so dazzling and bright!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

As they encircled the island, one ship after another emerged from the thick mist, then froze without exception, their hands instinctively lowering the weapons.

"Is all this real?"

At this moment, no one could take their eyes off the island, even the wealthy Aiven and Olivia found it hard to resist.

Even if one's bank card had so many zeros that were uncountable, it's still challenging to withstand the powerful impact of seeing a wall made of a billion cash in front of them.

However, in this atmosphere reduced to heavy breathing and silence.

On the "Venus," Boris suddenly felt emptiness beside him; turning his head, he found Gary, who was standing next to him, had vanished sometime unknown, his heart quietly alarming in that instant.

A gentle and familiar voice then whispered into his ear.

"Hi, Boris, long time no see."

Turning back, he found at the island's edge, a graceful and beautiful woman looking back at him with a smile; it was his own wife, Calvin's mother...

Step!

Before his mind could react, his body involuntarily stepped forward.

In the eyes of others, he also suddenly vanished from the deck like Gary.

Soon, within a few breaths' time.

When the crew finally managed to tear their gaze from the island, they were surprised to discover all Tier 2 or higher Extraordinary individuals aboard had disappeared without a trace, including the captain and the vice-captain.

According to this world's combat hierarchy style, Extraordinary individuals were also the commanders.

"What's going on?"

The highest-ranking officer on the ship had become the Second Mate, a middle-aged pirate with the level of an apprentice knight, his face full of astonishment.

Boom!

The rumbling sound of cannon fire interrupted his inquiry.

Among most of these factions, matters concerning Extraordinary individuals were not something ordinary sailors should worry about; not every mortal was completely submissive to Extraordinary ones towering above them.

On the surface, no monster appeared, the island covered in gold had completely opened its arms to them.

Under this unimaginable temptation, the mortal sailors had very simple thoughts; as long as they got rid of competitors, all the wealth would be theirs.

Especially after losing the suppression from the upper forces, combat was once again dominated by strong ships and powerful guns, with mortal strength becoming the key to victory.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Following the initial cannon shots.

A chaotic battle ensued. The orange-red cannon flames illuminated the towering dome, and the deafening roar caused the walls of mist to tremble violently.

Naturally.

The entire forces of the "Oathbreaker" fleet, clearly surpassing everyone else in strength, became the first to be targeted.

"Fire! Revenge!"

"Kill these traitors among the pirates!"

"..."