Chapter 133 Let’s all go to the sea (Please subscribe! Please vote! 33)

In the Strait of Malacca, the sea is calm with only small waves rising and falling.

On the azure sea, an aircraft carrier, a cruiser, three destroyers, five anti-submarine frigates (fast combat support ships), two attack submarines, and a supply ship are neatly arranged on the sea.

This is a complete aircraft carrier battle group, with nearly a hundred fighter jets on the aircraft carrier. Once deployed in combat status, it can cover sea areas within several square kilometers, and countless ammunition can be dumped down in an instant.

And now they are waiting for an old wooden ship that might not have appeared even in the 1940s and 1950s; an old wooden ship whose draft is not even as much as that of a simple cruiser; an old wooden ship that should have been abandoned by the times long ago.

A year ago, they would have thought it was a joke.

But now everyone is facing a formidable enemy.

Times have changed.

It happened so quickly, so unexpectedly.

If it were not currently possible to effectively assess the military strength of various countries in the "Age of Godhood", it would still be unknown whether the proud bald eagle could still maintain its position as the world's number one.

In the "Age of Becoming a God", all impossibilities will become possible.

Time magazine described this era like this: The supernatural and the mysterious became the themes of the era, and it seemed that the ancient gods were about to return. This was a new change, or perhaps a revival.

The surface of the sea was frighteningly calm. For the first time, the soldiers felt that calmness could be so frightening.

The aircraft carrier fleet could not determine whether the old wooden ship had actually appeared, because the feedback they had received in recent days was that it could appear on the radar at any time, and could also disappear at any time.

This shows that such an old ship has the ability to easily block the perception of these devices.

Logically speaking, shouldn't this be a capability that only UFOs have?

"Hasn't appeared yet?"

The commander of the aircraft carrier USS Roldo, Fallows, looked at the sea from afar through a telescope.

"No!"

His lieutenant replied, shaking his head.

Among the entire battle group, few people want to encounter the ghost ship. Its extraordinary mystery makes many people afraid of it.

All fear comes from the unknown, and everyone on that ship knew nothing.

"Keep observing!" said Fallows.

"yes!"

………

The reconnaissance lasted for several hours, but nothing was found. The entire sea was empty and clean, and not even a flying bird could be seen.

"Maybe... that old wooden boat is going somewhere else."

Fallows's adjutant spoke up, his explanation made sense. When they decided to wait here for the old wooden ship, they estimated that there was a 56% chance that they would not encounter the old wooden ship.

Now it's just that 56 percent possibility that has become a reality.

“Maybe!”

Farrows picked up the telescope again and looked around the sea, then he slowly exhaled and said:

"Converge the team!"

Just when Faros had just given the order and all the aircraft carrier's affiliated ships began to converge, an old wooden boat suddenly appeared in the center of the aircraft carrier group, as if it had appeared out of thin air.

All radar and monitoring systems failed to detect how it appeared, and the crew on the aircraft carrier did not notice how it appeared.

It just appeared out of nowhere on the radar display.

Then a deep and far-reaching sound rang out above the sea, like an echo from an endless abyss, or more like the chanting of a sperm whale.

Everyone just looked at it, their expressions frozen and dull, and then gradually fell asleep.

The distant sound gradually faded away, along with the sound of waves hitting the steel hull.

Until the old wooden boat sailed out of the range of the aircraft carrier, these people still did not wake up. They seemed to be having a very long dream.

Faraday looked at the aircraft carrier battle group going away, and said with a sigh in his eyes: "I didn't expect that these mortals have made some progress in the past 800 years. I just felt a fatal threat on that big ship, as if there was something that could threaten my life."

"Then why didn't you go up and take a look just now?"

Faraday's disciple Simmons suggested that he was actually very interested in these things about humans.

However, the Magic Association was disgusted by his behavior.

"The thing that threatens my life is a dead object. Although I don't quite understand it, I think it should be similar to the sealed arrows used by the Mongols. It's not a very rare thing. When we come back, if they are still here, we can consider taking it for research."

Faraday spoke nonchalantly, as if snatching some things was just a favor to mortals.

It is an honor for these mortals to present something to these noble magicians.

Simmons bowed and said, "If possible, please allow me to participate in the research. I am still very interested in these things of mortals."

Faraday glanced at his disciple. He knew that his disciple had been collecting mortal things for research recently, and he did not like this behavior.

"Don't spend too much time on it. It is ultimately a futile thing. Only by being strong can you resist the power of time and even the gods."

"yes!"

Looking at Mosca's respectful look, Faraday nodded. In the eyes of the arrogant wizard, nothing could be compared with magic except the extraordinary.

"Keep moving forward. I will soon reach the country where the sun and the moon hang in the sky. At times like this, you need to be alert and not make any mistakes. It is best not to meet anyone from that country."

Faraday looked up into the distance and according to the records on the nautical chart, he would reach the East by crossing the strait.

He didn't need to land on that mysterious land, he just needed to go around the sea.

Hopefully, we won't encounter any enemies this time.

………

At this time, Qiao Yuanshan saw the stone that his junior uncle said was suitable for meditation. This stone was now sitting under an haggard old man.

"Senior, can you give up this stone?"

Looking at the old man sitting on the strange mineral, Qiao Yuanshan said politely.

"You want this piece of ore from me?" The old man's voice was low and abrasive, quiet and distant, as if he was thinking about an extremely complicated problem.

Qiao Yuanshan bowed and said, "It's not me who wants it, but my junior uncle who wants it. He said that this ore is suitable for meditation and insisted that I come down the mountain to find it."

Suitable for meditation?

The old man's brows twitched involuntarily. If he hadn't determined that the man in front of him was not lying, he would have taken action directly.

Born as solid iron, he can control supernatural powers. The big iron block under his butt can't be used as a stool.

"May I ask who your junior uncle is, little brother?"

"Wen Zhengming." Qiao Yuanshan said.

The black poison master worm frowned, but soon relaxed.

"But is Wen Zhengming the best in the world?"

"Um... yes." Qiao Yuanshan said after hesitating for a moment.

It feels so strange to hear others praising my junior uncle!

Hearing this, the black Gu Master Insect laughed and said, "Then I can give you this stone, but you also have to go to the Yellow Sea to get something for me?"

Qiao Yuanshan raised his head and asked, "Why do you say 'also'? What do you want to get?"

The black Gu Master said: "The more blood and essence of the Mongolian soldiers back then, the better."

"The blood of Mongolian soldiers?"

Thanks to Mu Xi for the reward of 100 book coins and Ming Jiuyou for 999 book coins!

Have you noticed that Lao Bei has made progress? Six thousand a day has gradually increased to seven thousand. I will try to update more tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)