The next morning, before dawn had broken.
S City Military Harbor, Pier 3.
More than a dozen enormous armed warships lay berthed like steel behemoths. Their hulls blazed with lights, illuminating the busy figures on the pier.
Mid- and low-level Hunters from all over the country boarded the ships in orderly fashion, a solemn air filling the atmosphere.
Everyone knew that raids on S-class dungeons had always been paid for with human lives. Even support and cleanup missions had never had low casualty rates.
Xu Feng carried the disguised C-class magical longbow and an inconspicuous quiver on his back. Dressed in dark Hunter gear suited for movement, he blended into the crowd and boarded the Breaking Waves transport ship without attracting attention.
He had concealed his presence perfectly. He looked like an ordinary young B-class Hunter, perhaps even a little nervous because of his relatively low level.
No one gave him a second glance.
This ship was carrying several thousand high-level Hunters.
A low-level B-class archer was simply too insignificant.
Xu Feng found the cabin assigned to him, put away his meager luggage, then walked to the porthole. He gazed at the gradually brightening sky outside and the faint outlines of other ships visible across the distant horizon.
Jeju Island was drawing closer.
The waves raged across the open sea.
Country H had poured tremendous determination and national resources into this Jeju Island operation.
A task force led by one destroyer and flanked by twelve frigates had formed up in waters roughly twenty nautical miles from Jeju Island.
The naval guns were raised, the radar was fully activated, and the magical interference devices were in a semi-active state.
Even more striking was the broad deck of the specially modified giant amphibious assault ship Dinghai at the center of the fleet.