Chapter 495 The Propeller of the Ship, the Legendary Gift of Space Magic

"Such a strong dragon smell."

Lady Ophelia took a deep breath, then widened her eyes, looking at the world in shock, and finally looked at Earl Clayton.

"There is a fresh breath of gods here. You damned blasphemer nobles are still challenging the gods."

Back then, he refused to pledge allegiance to the empire because he had a fear of the gods in his heart, a magician's awe of the gods.

"Lady Ophelia, the gods are not that worthy of fear."

Earl Clayton said this, Ophelia sneered twice, and said:

"That's because you are too ignorant, little guy, I have seen the war wreckage of the gods with my own eyes, and the devastated battlefield is enough to drown any existence that dares to challenge them."

Aside, Ryan was curious.

"Perhaps, it is because the gods are so powerful that humans don't have to be too afraid of them."

The gods are so powerful that they naturally won't have any hostility or kindness towards ant-like humans. On the contrary, if humans are in the eyes of the gods, doesn't it mean that the power of humans is qualified to contact the gods?

The former, the gods don't care about you, what else do you have to fear.

The latter, since you are already qualified, it's better to be active than passively afraid.

"Ignorant boy, what do you know about the power of gods."

Ophelia didn't have a good face for Ryan. This old guy who has lived for almost 500 years will not be shaken by others' awe of the gods.

"Old stubborn."

Ryan smiled in his heart and didn't say anything else.

The rest of the space magicians also calmed down after the initial surprise. They were the most frequent travelers in various worlds.

"A world with a lack of origin."

Ophelia raised her head, her eyes were empty, and she had seen the raging waves over the distant ocean, where dragons were reveling. After the sea was frozen, the most surviving dragons in this world were the plagiarized dragons that were frozen along with the sea.

"You..."

Even the well-informed Ophelia couldn't help being shocked at this moment. The void gave him a distant vision. When he turned around and faced Earl Clayton, he swallowed his saliva.

"What a huge wealth."

In his eyes, these dragons were not a threat, but a kind of wealth.

"We still need help from the North."

The magicians flew from the sky to the north of the world. Ryan thought they would mysteriously travel through the void and then reach their destination.

"Not as powerful as you think. Crossing the void also requires magic. They didn't bring their own magic tower."

Ivar said this, but even so, he was full of envy for these space magicians.

Not every magician has the qualifications to try space magic.

"Get ready. Since the Dragon God has awakened, He will take over the authority of the dragons in this world."

Earl Clayton came up, and the densely packed Flame Dragon Knights around him gave people an oppressive majesty.

This extraordinary army has not yet ended the war with the dragon.

Lian is the same.

After bidding farewell to Earl Clayton, he led his cavalry of the Stag Legion to the east of the land.

The huge waves of the tide came from the south, but the sea was surging, and the coastline in the east was also full of moisture. The iron hooves of the northern war horses stepped on the mud and sank into the whole horse hoof.

"It looks like it's going well."

Lian looked at the outline in the distance. It looked like a ship. A dozen thicker than waist rolling logs carried it on the ground. Alchemist apprentices shuttled in the unfinished ship.

Lian's Alchemy Academy has only one dean, and the rest are all apprentices.

Damien Hoffman is one of them. He is of noble blood. Mr. Rose met him when she followed Ryan to the Andara Kingdom during the war. After discovering that he had the alchemist blood talent, he brought him back.

The time in the frozen land was not happy, especially the alchemist spent all his time in the roaring valley, but Damien enjoyed this loneliness.

What made him a little frustrated was that as an alchemist, his warlock blood talent was not the metal side like Dean Rose, but the talent of water and wood attributes.

Such a warlock can become a combat warlock, just like a magician controlling the elements, but Damien does not like this feeling.

He fears war and is tired of war.

He is a person who was rescued by Ryan's army from the war.

For him, life in the Alchemy Academy is good.

But alchemists also have their own troubles, just like at this moment, he is arguing with the craftsman from Viscount Melendez.

"This won't work. This ship can only be propelled by oars. There is no magic engraving on the ship, let alone a source of magic power. How can we use magic crystals?" The craftsman asked loudly. Damien had no answer, but he also had his reasons. "The oars are too slow. The bottom of this ship can only accommodate thirty-six boatmen. Lord Ryan wants a ship that can sail the ocean, not a ship that can only wander near the coast." "But we have never made an extraordinary ship driven by magic crystals. If we can, why not just make an airship that flies in the sky? There are such things on the West Coast."

The craftsmen argued endlessly. They were already full of resentment during the construction of the ship, because many parts of the ship were not familiar with the craftsmanship and appearance. These damn alchemists relied on their extraordinary status to arbitrarily change their hundreds of years of inherited skills. This was the biggest insult to the craftsmen.

"But if we don't use magic crystals, how can we speed up the speed of the ship?"

Damien couldn't think of any good solution, because they had been arguing with the craftsmen on this issue for more than a day.

There was no way, and the alchemists had their own reasons. Most of the planks of the ship were light and hard planks made by warlocks with similar talents like Damien. The craftsmen wanted to expand the warehouse so that the bottom layer could accommodate fifty-four boatmen to row, but the warlocks calculated that thirty-six people were the limit.

How can fewer people burst out faster labor efficiency and make the ship run faster?

Damien stayed on the deck. There were still many places where the planks were not laid, because more important than the planks was the sails that were indispensable to a ship.

At this moment, dozens of people were fixing the sail to the mast. In a moment of carelessness, the hemp rope fell off. The hemp rope twisting like a long snake exploded with a huge impact force at the tail end, and hit the void with a "snap" sound.

What Damien saw was not the hemp rope suddenly breaking free, but a human mustered up the courage to rush up and grab the hemp rope tightly under the huge force at the tail.

Dozens of people sent the sail up, but at this moment, he alone pulled the heavy rope.

Damien looked up along the rope, his eyes narrowed slightly.

There are many places on this ship that make the craftsmen cry and shout "rites and music are broken".

For example, the roller at the mast position was replaced by a gear.

It was modified by Dean Rose herself. The craftsmen did not dare to approach the vicious shadow python. During that time, they scolded the alchemist apprentices for a long time.

The original position of the gear was replaced by a roller. After the gear was replaced, the sailors had to use more strength.

It seems to be a backward design.

But if what happened now happens, such as when the rope suddenly breaks free and starts to swing around, the role of the gear will be reflected.

They can prevent the sails above the head from collapsing because of a rope, thus affecting the balance and movement of the entire ship.

Rose's reason for this is also very simple.

"We are facing extraordinary enemies. We have extraordinary knights who can use more powerful forces to pull the mast rope, but the rope is fragile in front of extraordinary enemies."

The inconvenience brought by the gear does not matter. The worst thing is to replace the ordinary sailors who pull the rope with extraordinary knights. Those strong big guys don't have much resistance to this kind of thing.

After all, before Lord Ryan rescued them from the cold other world, they also had a hard and tiring life.

Besides, will the combination of several gears really increase the energy consumption?

Damien didn't know how he got to the bottom warehouse. It was dark and damp here. He couldn't even stand up. He could only move forward hunched over. If he really wanted people to row, it would probably be the slaves, which would only slow down the ship's progress.

Lord Ryan wanted a ship that could quickly search the ocean for resources unique to this world.

"Can I use gears?"

Damien was thinking. Since the Alchemy Academy was just a makeshift team, even as an apprentice, he could see a lot of things that Dean Rose and Lord Ryan communicated.

He had seen Dean Rose try to use gears to speed up something, such as the big guy during the construction of North Wind Avenue, the puppets that compacted the land and cleared the stones had magic crystals inside to drive the gears to provide power.

Damien felt that he had grasped something, which made him a little irritated, because he always felt that he was just one step away from the final step.

After leaving the ship and coming to the muddy ground around, he saw the army in the distance. It was nothing strange. There were always knights protecting this place, fearing that a giant dragon would descend from the sky and bring terrible disasters.

He looked in the direction of the ocean. There was a windmill near a hillside. The wooden windmill was used to observe the wind speed.

It was something that was just made in the past few days. According to Dean Rose, the world has not been peaceful recently. Damien also witnessed with his own eyes that a huge wave almost turned the semi-finished shipbuilding site into ruins.

With a windmill, observing the wind speed can give early warnings and make countermeasures.

At this moment, watching the windmill turning faster and faster, Damien's ears have heard the exclamations of others. Obviously, a new round of tsunamis is approaching.

However... he didn't realize it at the moment, but was immersed in the frequency of the windmill's rotation.

Faster and faster, until the sea breeze blew a few white marks behind the windmill.

A solid hand picked Damien up, and the warhorse galloped on the muddy land. It was raining in the sky, and the salty rain came from the ocean.

"Dragons, frost dragons and tidal dragons are fighting in the deep sea, and the tides are caused by their battles!"

The knight said in a muffled voice, but Damien suddenly struggled and screamed.

"I understand, I understand!!!"

"Put me down quickly, I understand!"

He shouted but got no response from the knight. The warhorse ran far away. All the craftsmen, alchemists and cavalrymen gathered here.

"What about the boat?"

Someone asked loudly. The voice had to be loud. It was raining just now, but now it was a storm. Everyone was wet and looked at the dark skyline at the end of the field of vision.

It was sunny just now, but now it was cloudy. This was the shock that the dragon war brought to mortals.

"Magic will protect it."

Rose appeared in the sky, holding a magic scroll in his hand, which Ryan had given him not long ago.

The wind and rain came quickly, but they disappeared quickly. About half an hour later, the battle between Areris and the tidal dragon had stopped. If nothing unexpected happened, Areris should have won again.

The sky cleared up again, and the muddy land under his feet became more moist. Half of the horse's leg was submerged. Seeing the craftsmen and warlocks return to the shipbuilding workshop, Ryan did not go there. He led the army to the north.

On the ship, Damien loudly asked Dean Rose for more resources. After a long time, Rose finally agreed.

"I'll give you three days. If you can't succeed, use the wind magic scroll to propel the ship forward."

It didn't take three days. In one day, with the extraordinary means of the alchemists, a huge windmill was grafted on the stern of the ship. In the bottom of the ship, the connection of the gears can transfer the power of the oars to the stern little by little.

"Let's call it a propeller."

Damien used his extraordinary warlock talent to guide the water flow and drive the rotation of the propeller.

"What if I want to stop?"

Looking at this thing, Rose asked.

"Use gears."

In the end, the propeller turned into a gear structure except for the blades.

Looking at this strange ship, the craftsmen dared not speak out and could only sigh.

"The anchor will have to be heavier again."

In the north of the world, the atmosphere was not so relaxed.

Thirty-six space magicians were building a magic circle around the sky, in order to completely defeat the space barrier of the world and attract the northern snowstorms of other worlds.

The dragons instinctively stopped them.

"Sell it to those undead and demons, and you can get a good price!"

The magicians were laughing wildly, and even the most gentle Countess Winter couldn't help but make many moves to fight against the dragons with space barriers.

Live dragons can be priced sky-high, and the bodies of dead dragons are also valuable.

Magicians may not be opponents of dragons, but these people are all rare and powerful space magicians.

Give the magicians time, the sanctuary magicians can fight against the legends of other extraordinary paths, and these space magicians can kill legends.

The dragons are no exception.

As the legendary [Eternal Life of the Void], Ophelia even released her own magic tower, which is the world inside the orb, a huge... island in the sky.

The moment the sky island-like wizard tower appeared, the dragons felt a fatal threat, but it was too late. Invisible chains pierced their hearts. They did not kill them, but the incomparable pain led all the dragons to instinctively launch a death charge.

"The ignorant are doomed!"

Ophelia's old voice sounded like a magic chant. His old white hair fluttered, and the invisible power gradually took on a tangible outline, including him in a prismatic shape.

All the magicians looked at him with fiery eyes. They almost instinctively called out this strange but familiar name in the book.

[Broken Eternal Life Cage! ]

Legendary magician, the legendary gift of Lord Ophelia.

Crack! ! !

The prismatic crystal that wrapped the old man cracked, and then suddenly shattered. The broken fragments flew in all directions. At this moment, all the dragons finally overcame their tyrannical instincts with fear, and flew madly towards the distance.

It was useless. When the first dragon flew 10,000 meters away from Ophelia, it hit a transparent barrier. It was in great pain, but it didn't dare to stay. It turned and flew in another direction. However, just after turning around, it hit the transparent barrier again. It turned again...

There were six directions in total, and each time it hit a wall. The dragon was terrified. It was sealed in an invisible cage, and this cage became smaller and smaller, gradually fitting with its body...

The dragon fell freely from the sky seat, and soon chose to float on the surface of the ocean. You can vaguely see their terrified eyes and pupils that gradually lost their vitality.

Eternal death in the space cage is also a kind of preserved immortality.