Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 870 - 747: An Old Acquaintance and the Old Witch

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Although it couldn't reach the level of a "Quasi-Legendary Battleship" that could crush all conventional warships, the four white-sailed ships imbued with magical spiritual light in the small fleet were still able to speed through the chaotic airflow like fish.

The ships were all designed as exploration ships born for speed.

The hull was relatively long and slender, with a length-to-width ratio close to 6:1. The body was relatively low and equipped with wing sails, making it much faster on the sea than ordinary merchant ships and warships. If developed further, they would almost be the prototype of the Flying Clipper.

Although shipborne artillery was crucial for victory in naval battles, even a Tier 3 Great Knight couldn't withstand heavy artillery shells directly. However, due to the extremely touching accuracy, the application scenario for non-fleet sea battles wasn't very favorable.

So, in this dangerous and unknown sea area, adventure ships with ordinary firepower but enough agility and speed became the preferred vehicles for adventurers, and they were versions blessed by divine art and enchanted by witchcraft.

"These guys should have just set out not long ago, most likely having nothing to do with Jelos and their disappearance. But since we are heading in roughly the same direction now, let me see what sneaky thing you are up to? Hahaha..."

Aiven, who was hiding underwater without being discovered by them, stored away the Nautical Chart, sent the [Sea Soul] back to the [Witchcraft Garden], and with a flash of red magical spiritual light around him, transformed into a squawking seagull bursting out of the sea.

Flap flap—

After circling around the fleet from afar, Aiven flapped his snow-white wings and boldly landed on the mast of the lead ship, tilting his head to look at the deck.

There were many strange things on this ship filled with followers of Ancient Gods and Evil Gods.

Firstly, at the stern stood a small shack that looked broken and mismatched with the style of the exploration ship. And with Aiven's ability as a "Native Species," he could clearly feel that this shack seemed to have its own life.

It wasn't a plant that hadn't dried out completely, but was more akin to a living animal. However, what was inside the shack couldn't be sensed at all.

Then there was a group of "Deceitful Dream Cultists" whose faces showed slight local demonization, among which should be the batch of cultists encountered together with Olivia in the Spirit Realm last night.

While still on the outskirts of the "Broken Star Sea," where they could still connect to the Spirit Realm, they directly descended into the living bodies that had long been brought aboard.

But the strangest existence wasn't them.

"O mighty Lord!

Grant me a calm heart, oh, to accept what I cannot change; 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Grant me infinite courage to change what can possibly be changed..."

Just below the sail boom where Aiven stood, a group of sickly-looking figures in burlap robes were sorrowfully praying around a large tuna nearly five meters long.

Praying and weeping at the same time, this painting style was simply unbearable to witness.

Beside them, the pale-faced ghouls, blasphemous cultists with pale skin and four green eyes, corrupted followers with shells all over, and slightly demonized deceitful dream cultists obviously shared the same feeling with Aiven.

"What is with this bunch of 'Gospel Church' newcomers? Have they lost their minds?"

"Praying for the food caught today? Do they think they're followers of a True God? But even the hypocrites of the True Gods are a bit too exaggerated with this."

"One acting like this might have a brain malfunction, but a whole group like this, what are they up to? It feels so embarrassing, can I throw them overboard?"

A group of Ancient God's followers stood at a distance, pointing and trying hard to pretend they didn't know them. Are these still cultists? Bah!

Only Aiven on the sail boom almost laughed out loud joyfully.

Having undergone an internal and external transformation, now the "Holy Professionals" of the Angel of Disease's subjective consciousness and body feedback completely mismatch. Subjectively, they firmly believe they are still villains spreading turmoil and disease.

But whenever they try to act on their evil thoughts, their bodies desperately tell them: "No, you don't want to at all!"

When the Gospel Evangelists did good deeds, their bodies would secrete dopamine, making them feel genuine joy. When they did evil, they would feel lost or even pain.

Aiven's modification was like fitting each evil soul with a 24-hour counselor; even if crooked, he could straighten them out eventually!

Someone might enjoy "pain," but no one enjoys "loss."

Even if some priests of the "Gospel Church" might come from different parishes, and occasionally a few without "problems," due to the highly homologous strength attributes, the [Genetic Hound] would automatically capture them. They might have been fooled by their companions into limping after a night's sleep.

In other words, this bunch is completely ruined, and if forced to steal something, they might end up depressed and dead due to a strong sense of guilt.

After slightly appreciating his handiwork, Aiven quickly shifted his attention elsewhere.

"Hiss! These guys must be planning a big business this time."

Even though the strength of a magical position wasn't as intuitive as a physical profession, it could be seen from the robes and positioning.

On these four ships, there were over six hundred followers of Ancient Gods, Holy Professionals, and some normal Extraordinaries and Black Wizards, with not a single one below Tier 2, and even close to a hundred Tier 3 Extraordinaries.

Even though the Extraordinary career path of Holy Professionals wasn't worth much, like Fisher of the "Tempest Church," who became the Pope of Tier 4 in just a few years, it's still gathered the strength of four or five Evil God Churches.

But it would be enough to easily break a small country head-on!

"Ghouls, Deceitful Dream Cultists, Corrupted Followers, Blasphemous Cultists, Gospel Church, and those people are... Black Wizards of the Black Pyramid?"

Shocked by the rapid growth of the God of Black Wings' followers, Aiven soon realized there were more powerful extraordinaries within the fleet.

As time passed, the fleet circumvented dangerous sea areas using unknown methods, gradually approaching the inner range of the Broken Star Sea with clear intentions. As personnel moved about, Aiven recognized a familiar face.

This was a tall male with short red hair, clad in a silver robe, towering far above normal people.

Aiven immediately identified him. He was the vice president of the Evil God Church's Deep Sea Brotherhood, the Tier 4 Sea God's Son, Gulf Stream Petrich!

In the battle to defend the King of Sea Monsters Kraken, Aiven had even seen his true form, a super giant oarfish over 1,500 meters long.

A powerful magical position as a Sea God's Son, he could hold his ground temporarily against Principal Princeton and the Steam Fortress.

Due to road constraints, sea monsters found it hard to wreak havoc on land, but the islands within the Broken Star Sea were their natural domain.

"Even the mother of sea monsters, who loathes land creatures, compromised for that so-called 'chance'? The God of Black Wings moves quickly, trying to capture all the evil gods of the material world?"

Noticing this figure, Aiven, somewhat smug over his side's rapid power growth, increasingly felt disquieted.

With the help of Spiritual Origin and World's Favor, slowly growing on the continent, how could there be such rapid and organized recruitment?

Who will come next after seeing Mother of Sea Monsters Echet and her three Sea God's Sons, along with countless sea monster armies today? There is no shortage of named evil gods on the Source Continent.

Realizing the situation was gradually slipping into the uncontrollable, Aiven secretly resolved:

'Every potential personnel within the duchy must accelerate their promotion pace, and unite all forces that can be united. Our future enemies might not be only human nations...'

At this moment, a turtle-shaped island suddenly appeared in the fleet's front. Guided by the leading ship's sail adjustment, the entire fleet began to slowly decelerate.

Even without the Ancient Scroll in hand, Aiven knew this place had truly entered the Broken Star Sea's inner layer. Venturing further would markedly increase danger, far from the current tranquility.

Most crucially, this island was marked bright red on the Ancient Scroll!

Creak!

At this moment, the door of the cabin at the stern unexpectedly opened, and an ugly old woman leaned on a magic staff and walked out.

Her face was covered with disgusting warts, a deformed hooked nose, iron-colored teeth, emaciated with disheveled hair, long nails, dressed in ragged cloth strips.

Mimicking the image of a storybook witch perfectly, she did not look like a good person.

Yet, personnel on the deck promptly bowed, clearly a figure commanding their deep respect.

"Baba Yaga Witch!"

'Baba Yaga?! She's here?'

Upon hearing the blasphemous cultists' address, even Aiven on the sail boom unwittingly stepped back.

Simply because this name was renowned—whether from Serra's mouth, Clareesa and Leonara sisters' account, or Turin Grand Library's archives, it was unforgettable.

"Cannibal Witch," "Fallen," "Frankenstein," "Ghost"...every negative monster descriptor could be attributed to her.

Her saga traced back to five hundred years ago during the Dark Millennium Era, and reinforced the church's justification for witch hunts.

Formed by merging twelve evil fallen witches through rituals, possessing supernatural powers from twelve paths—she was akin to a degraded version of the witch mysterious source Truth Gate.

Due to her notorious reputation, she couldn't join the witches' Truth Gate School, instead joining the Black Pyramid composed of multi-path extraordinaries, black wizards, wise demons...

Legend said she resided in a small wooden house on a Celebes Islands where two giant chicken legs grew beneath, allowing mobility and frequent child snatching.

But with strength on par with Curse School head Death Messenger, few dared provoke her.

To Aiven, this "monster" was the opposite of the beautiful and alluring Snake Witch Serra.

"Cackle cackle..."

The eccentric old witch ignored the crowd, laughing like an old owl, she pulled out a black box from her bosom. Opening it revealed a one-eyed frog leaping out.

"Ribbit ribbit ribbit..."

Ignoring the frog's protest, she unhesitatingly gouged out her left eye and stuffed it forcefully inside, using this magical demonized creature to acquire prophecy and foresight abilities.

Even without nautical charts, she reached the same judgment as Aiven:

"The fleet is about to reach the Broken Star Sea's threshold; if you want survival, bypass the island ahead, cackle cackle..."

Witnessing this perilous presence, Aiven acknowledged the fleet's formidable prowess, pondering retreat.

The old witch suddenly raised her head towards Aiven's location, the frog's single eye shining directly upon him, stretching her shriveled lips:

"Looks like we have an uninvited guest."