Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 636 - 555: Origin Overflow and the Old Wizard Leon

Woo woo woo...

Amidst the swirling snowflakes as large as goose feathers, the fierce cold wind blowing incessantly from the Eternal White Land seemed determined to paint the entire world in pure white.

The Six Great Lakes in the Northern New Continent had already entered the ice period. In these freshwater lakes with an average depth of over two hundred meters, only a small area at the center of the lake remained ice-free.

It is worth mentioning Lake Huron, located in the center of these lakes, originally the ancestral land of the Tulip ally, the Hurons. However, it was forcibly occupied many years ago by the more ferocious Iroquois, driving the Hurons southward.

This was the origin of the vendetta between the two parties, and over time, the hatred has accumulated to the point where it's a matter of life or death.

Creak—

Yet, in this world of falling snow where all life silenced, an unexpected guest arrived.

South Shore of Lake Huron.

Sniff sniff... sniff sniff...

"This is the fifth anomaly discovered along the way, the next 'Spiritual Origin' overflow on the continent must be in one of these five places!"

A towering Atrean man with disheveled hair, even in the snow, stood bare-chested on the lakeside, bending over and twitching his nose as if sensing something special from the icy air.

Then his large cow-like eyes sparkled with a flash of joy.

He raised his head to look at the vast ice surface like a sea before him, revealing a pair of sharp, upturned horns hidden within his black tangled hair.

Clearly, he was no ordinary aboriginal human but a Totem God who had obtained his own body through the selfless offerings of his "Totem Warriors" underlings!

This magical land is ultimately a stronghold for the Totem Gods, and with their close ties to the continent, they can subtly sense anomalies in the Magic Elemental flow that humans cannot detect.

"When the time comes, just keep an eye on these few places. The one who will ascend to the position of the Main God will undoubtedly be the great 'Death God' Wuhao!"

The Horned Totem God, having completed his task, was about to turn and leave.

Screeech—

Suddenly, an ear-piercing bird call came from the sky, and a massive giant falcon with a wingspan exceeding fifteen meters, resembling a dark cloud, rode the storm swiftly, arriving above the man's head in an instant.

With a flap of its wings, the wind and snow scattered, and its eyes, sharp as steel knives, locked onto the Horned Totem God, its voice high and indifferent:

"Wild Bull God Bello, you've crossed the line!"

The Wild Bull God called Bello couldn't be bothered to argue. The distance from Lake Huron to Lady Crow's Manchac Swamp was at least a few hundred kilometers; this was actually the territory of the Tier 4 Totem God, "Fierce Tiger Spirit" Uwakala.

With arms folded across his chest, he retorted indifferently:

"Who was that idiot who lost a claw after wreaking havoc on the West Coast? Does it still hurt, Flanida? Hahaha..."

The Giant Falcon God Flanida, hit where it hurt, burst into rage, swooping down swiftly from the sky, engulfed by a fierce wind.

Whoosh!

In mid-air, it transformed into a scrappy young man with a hooked eagle nose, brandishing a Spiritual Light gleaming obsidian long spear as he charged at the Wild Bull God on the ground.

"Die! Wuhao's lackey has no right to lecture others!"

"Hey, someone's being touchy. Would I be afraid of a scavenger like you?"

The Wild Bull God Bello drew from the air a heavy "Makawit" and, with a powerful leap, soared into the sky without showing weakness.

Rumble...

The rolling thunder echoed from afar, and the two Tier 3 Totem Gods, in the blink of an eye, were entangled, crashing towards the lake center, shattering the ice surface and stirring up waves. Occasionally, mingled with the roars and cries of the wild bull and giant falcon.

Divided by the Balboa Isthmus, the combined area of the New Continent's south and north exceeds 45 million square kilometers, with only scarce regions where pioneers survive, the vast areas still shrouded in 'War Fog.'"

The six High-Rank Totem Gods, eligible to contest for the position of Demigod, each have their own territory.

In the Northern New Continent: "Lady Crow" Ye He'er, "Death God" Wuhao, "Mother of Water" Melro. In the Southern Continent: "Lady Moth" Mercy, "Rain God" Chuck, "Immortal Rock" Luo Gandar.

Among these, the northern trio's relationship is most adversarial. Ye He'er's Core Authority is [Plague], Wuhao's Core Authority is [Death], Melro's Core Authority is [Fertility], and whether gods have similar or opposing authorities, the result is inevitably a mortal enmity!

The opposition isn't limited to these High-Rank Totem Gods; their followers are equally antagonistic. Even without the "Spiritual Origin" overflow events, they seldom miss out on a fight when they meet.

Moreover, before the sweetest fruit matures, no one wants to pass up the appetizers beforehand; everyone understands the principle of accumulation.

The followers of the High-Rank Totem Gods have already spread out, like loyal hounds, searching for every bit of overflowed Spiritual Origin for their master.

Just like at this moment.

According to Wild Bull God Bello's intuition, another "Spiritual Origin" overflow event will occur before the arrival of spring. The level is unknown, whether it will attract multiple "High-Rank Totem Gods" and trigger another epic battle between them.

Flap flap—

In the snow-covered cedar forest, just a dozen kilometers from the South Shore of Lake Huron, two small sparrows flapped their wings, flying through a reserved hatch into a lamplight cabin half-buried by snow.

They flitted back and forth between the bookshelves and wooden racks laden with various herbs, then hopped onto a desk.

As if competing for credit, they each tried to be first:

Chatter...

Seemingly understanding the meaning within, an old man in a wizard's robe with a sallow face, slowly opened his somewhat weary eyes:

"The New Continent is indeed experiencing another tumultuous autumn, I... cough cough... cough..."

Bang!

Hearing his cough, two young men in gray apprentice robes rushed in, one after the other, looking at the unnaturally flushed face of the old man with concern:

"Teacher Leon, your health..."

The old man waved his hand:

"Cough cough... I may be a Wild Mage, but I am still a Tier 2 Official Wizard, I can hold on for now. While I still have strength, ask your questions quickly.

Besides accepting you two as disciples, what I take pride in is the knowledge of 'Magic Potion' in my head; it would really be a shame to let it be lost."

"Yes, Teacher."

...

Heading all the way south.

The Georgia territory, located in the subtropics, only sees sparse snowflakes at the northernmost parts even during harsh winters, making it much more livable compared to the north.

The docks of the capital Brunswick Port were adorned with colorful lights and had already gathered a considerable crowd.

Many held flags and banners: "Welcome to the Georgia family", "Under the Goddess's glory, we are all brothers and sisters", "Coming here feels just like home"...

Olivia, in a pink and white lady's dress, held Aiven's arm and stood at the forefront of the gangway.

Having successfully completed her transformation into a beautiful "Night Spirit," Midorra stood by dressed in formal attire, gradually exuding the aura of a dual housekeeper for both the Governor's Mansion and the Wizard Tower due to her exceptional adaptability and learning ability.

Behind them were various colonial administrative officials, influential merchants, military representatives, and representatives from various immigration points in Ilya.

Besides the neatly arranged and brightly dressed guards in the port.

Led by Gary clad in steel scale-heavy armor, fifty-two guards dressed in full-covering shining heavy armor stood in a straight line, each gripping a two-handed heavy sword.

Even when standing still, they emitted a kind of fierce aura, giving an overwhelming sense of security at a glance.

While occasionally glancing toward the sea, every Extraordinary could clearly sense the strong life energy field comparable to an Official Knight emanating from these heavy armor guards. And the fact that the Lord could command a group of "Official Knights" to follow orders as if they were ordinary soldiers was simply terrifying.

The Viscount's authority was even more pronounced, which came as a pleasant surprise to Aiven.

For his image's sake, Aiven did not create a large batch of grotesque [Flesh Puppets] but instead manufactured a group of humanoid warriors, covering them in steel armor produced in Steel City.

These warriors, crafted from Sea Monster flesh, though far less flexible in mind than humans, possessed absolute loyalty and obedience.

Though the initial success rate of creating [Flesh Puppets] was a bit low, with only half of the hundred embryos forming properly, it was already sufficient for use.

After obtaining intelligence from Apsuya.

Aiven already realized that neither the sea nor the land could restrain certain Totem Gods, such as the former "Great Sea Shark" Oveg, "Tiger Whale" Ocanis, "Mother of Water" Melro... So there was a need for preparations on the sea itself.

Under the current circumstances, rushing things wouldn't be wise, so the post-phase construction of the second deep-water port Savannah had been paused, focusing all efforts on the careful and steadied development of the capital Brunswick.

To turn it into a pearl of the East Coast, an ample labor force was essential.

Thus, today's welcoming ceremony was meant to demonstrate his emphasis on the new immigrants and, concurrently, with strong military prowess, to settle the already skittish immigrants, making sure they firmly rooted in Sir Aiven's "vegetable patch."

Three months ago, the sudden "Spirit Tide" left residents of Ilya Colony Buffalo in dire straits.

Already enduring the ravages of Ghouls, the populace was now faced with the rampant "Ghosts," rendering life nearly unbearable.

Control over this area by Ghouls was far less organized than Phaletis, nor was there any semblance of resistance forces. Additionally, probably deeming it unworthy to fight Ghosts over livestock feed, the situation in Buffalo deteriorated.

So, anyone who could still move, including many freemen and slaves, chose to flee.

Many who fled to Long Island Port were successively transported to Georgia by Aiven's receiving fleet, while others opted to join the neighboring Phaletis Royal Colony, Kabushir.

During this period, Aiven dispatched a large number of ships, launching every day, ultimately relocating forty thousand people, which was already the limit of operational capacity.

However, by now, the Ghouls were fully alerted.

Disregarding Tulip's laws, setting up roadblocks between cities in Buffalo, conducting roll calls daily... A series of the most stringent measures to restrict movement directly cut off such efforts at their source, making it exceptionally difficult for those remaining to leave their residences.

The year-end was approaching, and after almost four months, the final and largest batch of Ilya refugees was to return to Georgia with the "May Wind," and the privateer fleet dispatched to receive them.

The welcoming ceremony was exactly to honor their victorious return.

Suddenly, a cheer erupted from the crowd:

"Our fleet has returned!"

Indeed, led by a massive shadow underwater, a vast array of white sails approached from north to south.

As the lead ship, the "Venus" had transformed into an ink-green color, and except for Anita and Jasmine, not a single sailor could be seen aboard.