The Ship's Propeller, the Legendary Boon of Space Magic

"Such a rich Dragons flavor."

Lady Ophelia took a deep breath, then stared wide-eyed at the world in shock, finally fixing her gaze on Count Clayton.

"There is a fresh Deities aura here. You damned Blasphemers nobles are still challenging the Deities."

He refused to pledge allegiance to the empire because he held a deep reverence for the Deities in his heart—a Mages's reverence for the Deities.

"Lady Ophelia, the Deities are not so worthy of fear."

Count Clayton said this, Ophelia sneered twice, saying:

"That's because you're too ignorant, little one. I've seen the wreckage of the Deities ' war with my own eyes. The devastated battlefields there are enough to drown any being that dares to challenge them."

Ryan stood to the side, curious.

"Perhaps it is because the Deities are so powerful that humans do not need to fear them too much."

The Deities are incredibly powerful, so naturally they would not have any hostility or goodwill towards humans who are as insignificant as ants. On the contrary, if humans catch the eyes of the Deities, wouldn't that mean that humans have the power to make contact with the Deities?

If even the Deities don't care about you, what is there for you to revere?

Since the latter already has the qualifications, it's better to be proactive than passively fearful.

"Ignorant brat, what do you know about the power of Deities?"

Ophelia didn't give Ryan a friendly look. This old man, who had lived for nearly five hundred years, wouldn't waver in his reverence for the Deities because of anyone else.

"Old stubborn man."

Ryan smiled inwardly but said nothing more.

The other Space Mage, after their initial surprise, calmed down; they were, after all, the most frequent travelers between various worlds.

"A world depleted of its fundamental nature."

Ophelia raised his head, his eyes vacant, and saw the distant ocean sky filled with raging waves, where Dragons reveled. After the sea froze, the largest number of Dragons still surviving in this world were those plagiarized Dragons that were frozen along with the sea.

"You..."

Even the well-traveled Ophelia couldn't help but be shocked at this moment. The void gave him a view of the distant past, and when he turned back to face Count Clayton, he swallowed hard.

"What immense wealth."

In his eyes, these Dragons posed no threat, but rather a form of wealth.

"We still need the help from the Northlands."

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

"They're not as powerful as you think. Crossing the void also requires Magic Power. They didn't bring their Mage Tower with them."

Ivar said this, but even so, he was filled with envy for these Spatial Mage.

Not every Mages is qualified to attempt Space Magic.

"Get ready. Now that the Dragon God has awakened, He will take over the authority of the Dragons in this world."

Count Clayton stepped forward, surrounded by a densely packed Flame Dragon Knight Legion, exuding an oppressive aura of authority.

This Extraordinary Legion is not yet finished with its war against the Dragons.

The same goes for Ryan.

After bidding farewell to Count Clayton, he led his Stag Legion cavalry eastward across the land.

The massive waves crashing against the shore came from the south, but the surging seawater also made the eastern coastline damp, and the iron hooves of the Northern Warhorse sank into the mud.

"It seems to be going fairly smoothly."

Ryan stared at the distant outline of a ship, supported by a dozen thick, waist-high logs. Alchemist apprentices were moving about inside the unfinished vessel.

Ryan's Alchemy Academy has only one headmaster; the rest are all apprentices.

Damian Hoffman was one of them. He was of noble blood and was Mr. Roth met when he accompanied Ryan to the Andara Kingdom during the war. After discovering that he had the talent of Alchemist's bloodline, he brought him back.

Damien's time in the Frozen Earth Territory was not happy, especially since the Alchemist spent all his time in that constantly roaring valley, but he enjoyed the solitude.

What frustrated him was that, as Alchemist, his sorcerer bloodline talent was not on the same metal side as Dean Rose, but rather leaned towards water and wood attributes.

Such a warlock could become a combat warlock, manipulating the elements like Mages, but Damien didn't like that feeling.

He feared war and was weary of it.

He was a man rescued by Ryan's army during the war.

For him, life at the Alchemy Academy was quite good.

But Alchemist also have Alchemist troubles, like right now, when he's arguing with a craftsman from the Viscount Melendez Territory.

"That won't work. This ship can only be propelled by oars. There are no magical inscriptions or Magic Power sources on board, so how can we use Magic Crystal?"

The craftsman questioned loudly, but Damien had no answer, though he 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 one that can only linger in coastal waters."

"But we've never built any supernatural ships powered by Magic Crystal. If we could, why don't we just build Airship that fly in the sky? There are such things on the West Coast."

The craftsmen argued endlessly. They were already full of resentment about the ship's construction process because many parts of the finished ship did not conform to the techniques and appearance they were familiar with. These damned Alchemist, relying on their superhuman abilities, had arbitrarily altered their centuries-old traditional techniques, which was the greatest insult to the craftsmen.

"But if we don't use Magic Crystal, what methods can we use to increase the speed of a ship?"

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

There was no other way; the Alchemist had their reasons. Most of the ship's planks were made by sorcerers with similar talents, such as Damian, using lightweight yet sturdy planks. The craftsmen wanted to expand the cargo hold so that the bottom could accommodate fifty-four boatmen rowing, but the sorcerers calculated that thirty-six people was the limit.

How can we make fewer people produce more efficient work and make the ship run faster?

Damian remained on the deck, where there were still many places where planks had not been laid, because more important than planks were the sails, an essential part of a ship.

At that moment, dozens of people were securing the sails to the mast when, in a moment of inattention, the hemp rope came loose. The long, twisting rope, like a snake, unleashed a tremendous force at its end, striking the air with a loud 'snap'.

What Damien saw was not the sudden breakage of the rope, but rather a human mustering courage and rushing forward to grab the rope tightly under the immense force of its tail.

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

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

This ship has many parts that made the craftsmen cry out in despair, shouting "The rites and music have collapsed!"

For example, the rollers at the mast position were replaced with gears.

It was personally modified by Dean Rose. The craftsmen dared not approach the ferocious Shadow Python, and for a long time afterward, it cursed and swore at them, the Alchemist apprentices.

The original position of the gears was replaced by rollers. After the gears were replaced, the sailors had to use much more force.

It appears to be a step backward in design.

However, if something like what happened now happens, such as the rope suddenly breaking free and starting to swing wildly, then the role of the gears becomes apparent.

They prevent the overhead sail from collapsing due to a single rope, thus ensuring the ship's balance and movement.

Rose's reasoning was quite simple.

"We are facing an extraordinary enemy. We have extraordinary knights who can use greater strength to pull the mast ropes, but the ropes are fragile in the face of an extraordinary enemy."

The inconvenience caused by the gears was no problem; at worst, they could just replace the ordinary sailors pulling the ropes with extraordinary knights. Those strong, burly men didn't have much resistance to such a thing.

After all, before Lord Ryan rescued them from the cold, Otherworld, they also had a bitter and tiring life.

Moreover, does the combination of several gears really increase the amount of force consumed?

Damian didn't know how he got to the hold. It was dark and damp, and he couldn't even stand up. He could only hunch over and move forward. If anyone was going to row, it would probably be the slaves, which would only slow the ship down even further.

Lord Ryan wants a ship that can quickly search for the world's unique resources on the ocean.

"Would gears work?"

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

He had seen Dean Rose try to use gears to speed things up, such as the large golems used during the construction of Northwind Avenue, which used Magic Crystal to power gears to compact the ground and clear stones.

Damian felt he had grasped something, but it also made him a little irritated, because he always felt like he was just one step away from success.

Having left the ship and come to the muddy ground around him, he saw an army in the distance. This was not surprising; knights were always protecting this place, fearing that Dragons might descend from the sky and bring terrible disaster.

He was looking towards the ocean, and near a hillside stood a windmill, a wooden windmill used to measure wind speed.

The things that were just made these past few days, according to Dean Rose, indicate that the world has been quite turbulent lately. Damien himself witnessed a giant wave that almost turned this half-finished shipyard into ruins.

With windmills, wind speed can be monitored, allowing for early warnings and the development of countermeasures.

At this moment, as the windmill spun faster and faster, Damien heard the exclamations of others around him. Clearly, a new tsunami was approaching.

However... he was unaware of this at the moment, as he was absorbed in the frequency of the windmill's rotation.

Faster and faster, until the sea breeze left a few white streaks behind the windmill.

A strong, large hand scooped Damien up, and the warhorse galloped across the muddy ground. Rain began to fall, the salty rainwater coming from the ocean.

"Dragons, Frost Dragon and Tidal Dragon, are battling in the deep sea; the tides are caused by their fight!"

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

"I understand, I understand!!!"

"Put me down, I understand!"

He shouted but received no response from the knight. The warhorse galloped far away, where all the craftsmen, Alchemist, and cavalrymen gathered.

"What about the boat?"

Someone asked loudly, not too loudly, because it was just raining a moment ago, but now it was pouring rain and wind, and everyone was soaked, looking at the dark horizon at the end of their field of vision.

Just moments ago the sun was shining brightly, but now dark clouds have gathered. This is the awe that the war of the Dragons brings to mortals.

"Magic will protect it."

Rose appeared in the sky, holding Magic Scroll in his hand, which Ryan had given him not long ago.

The gale and torrential rain came quickly, but they also disappeared just as fast. About half an hour later, the battle between Arryris and the Tidal Dragon had stopped, and if nothing unexpected happened, Arryris should have won again.

The sky cleared again, and the muddy ground beneath their feet became even wetter, submerging half of a horse's leg. Watching the craftsmen and sorcerers return to the shipyard, Ryan did not go with them, but instead led his army the North.

On the ship, Damian loudly pleaded with Dean Rose for more resources, and after much persuasion, Rose finally relented.

"I'll give you three days. If you can't succeed, use a wind-attribute Magic Scroll to propel the ship forward."

In less than three days, in a single day, thanks to the Alchemist ' extraordinary skills, a giant windmill was grafted onto the stern of the ship. Meanwhile, in the ship's hold, gears connected to transmit the power of the oars to the stern little by little.

"Let's call it Propeller."

Damien used his extraordinary sorcerer's talents, using the water flow as a guide, to drive the Propeller's rotation.

"What if we need to stop?"

Looking at this thing, Rose asked.

"Use gears."

Ultimately, apart from the blades, the Propeller were all transformed into gears.

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

"The anchor needs to be weighted up again."

In the the North of the world, the atmosphere is not so relaxed.

Thirty-six Space Mage are constructing a ring-shaped magic circle to completely shatter the world's spatial barrier and draw in the Northlands snowstorms of Other Worlds.

The Dragons instinctively tried to stop them.

"Sell them to the Undead and Demons, they'll fetch a good price!"

The Mages were laughing wildly, and even the most gentle Countess Winter couldn't help but intervene multiple times, using spatial barriers to fight the Dragons.

Living Dragons can command exorbitant prices, and the corpses of dead Dragons are also incredibly valuable.

Mages may not be a match for Dragons, but these people are all rare and powerful Space Mage.

Mages time, the Saint Realm Mage can contend with the Legendary of other extraordinary paths, and these Space Mage are capable of killing Legendary.

Even Dragons are no exception.

As the Legendary "The Eternal One of the Void," Ophelia even released her Mage Tower, which was a vast... floating island within the world of the orb.

The moment the Mage Tower resembling a floating island appeared, the Dragons sensed a deadly threat, but it was too late. Invisible chains pierced their hearts, not killing them, but causing unparalleled pain that spurred all the Dragons into an instinctive charge toward death.

"The ignorant are doomed!"

Ophelia's aged voice rose like a magical chant, his white hair fluttered, and the invisible force gradually took on a tangible form, encompassing him in a prismatic shape.

All the Mages stared at him intently, almost instinctively calling out this unfamiliar yet familiar name from the books.

[The Broken Eternal Prison!]

The Legendary Mage, the Legendary Boon of Lady Ophelia.

Click!

The prismatic crystal that had enveloped the old man cracked and then shattered suddenly, sending fragments flying in all directions. In that instant, all the Dragons, finally overcome by fear and their violent instincts, flew madly into the distance.

It was no use. The moment the first Dragons flew ten thousand meters away from Ophelia, it crashed into a transparent barrier. It was in excruciating pain, but dared not stop. It turned and flew in another direction, but as soon as it turned, it crashed into the transparent barrier again. It turned around once more...

There were six directions in total, and each time it hit a wall. The Dragons was terrified. It was sealed in an invisible cage, which was getting smaller and smaller, gradually fitting into its body...

The Dragons landed freely from the sky and soon hovered on the surface of the ocean. Their terrified eyes and pupils that were gradually losing their vitality could be vaguely seen.

Eternity death within a spatial cage is, in a way, a form of preserved immortality.

(End of this chapter)