CHAPTER 484: CHAPTER 235: WELCOME TO THE BRIGHT WORLD PROMISED BY SHIAYAR (5K)

But as an adventurer sailing on the vast ocean, day and night keeping company with sea beasts and pirates, he was already prepared to put his life on the line.

The War Church was using them, but wasn’t he also using the intelligence of the War Church to seize an opportunity for himself to advance to the Legendary Rank?

Gains and sacrifices are equal, which is the basic law of adventurers.

However, at this very moment.

Reaching the target location, he didn’t find the God Era Ruins fraught with dangers as expected, but instead, there was nothing.

Even with the knowledge of a middle-aged captain, he felt a bit lost at this moment.

Behind the War Church, the existence that claimed to be under the name of War God.

Even amongst all deities, it is one of the most powerful, having the chance to vie for the Throne of Heaven in the new era.

It couldn’t be that they released false information just to amuse themselves, could it?

As soon as this thought arose.

The next moment—

He heard the exclamations from the sailors on the deck behind him.

The captain followed the sailors’ gaze, casting his eyes outside the ship.

The previously calm and boundless blue sea surface, without even a ripple of waves, suddenly appeared dark gray, looking eerie and enigmatic under the dim twilight.

The booming sound echoed between the sky and sea, like thousands of galloping horses.

"The Great Whirlpool."

The captain heard the urgent shout from the first mate, his voice nearly drowned out by the deafening roar that filled heaven and earth. Only with the hearing of a Sixth Circle Transcendent did the captain manage to barely catch it.

Everyone on this ship was an experienced navigator, already well aware of the various phenomena of the ocean.

And the gray sea surface and booming sound before their eyes were signs of the Great Whirlpool about to form.

It is one of the most terrifying natural disasters at sea, even powerful enough to rival the godly wrath of the Storm God... The water wall of the whirlpool can tilt at more than forty-five degrees, able to engulf everything it touches.

It is said when a ship is first caught by the whirlpool, the speed is not very fast, and it won’t be as intense as when facing a storm or colliding with an iceberg, but there will be forty minutes to an hour, letting you watch your ship gradually accelerate toward the center of the whirlpool.

This process is slow but unstoppable and irreversible, among ships made with human civilization’s current level of technology, there is not a single type whose engine power can break free from the whirlpool’s grasp.

You can only watch helplessly as your ship spins and accelerates to fall into the whirlpool, until it falls to the bottom, being torn to pieces.

Transcendents with flying abilities might abandon ship and try escaping by flight, but being in the vast open sea, without the ship as footing, the hope of survival is extremely slim.

The middle-aged captain quickly stood up, issuing commands to his sailors.

And he himself, with the physical abilities of a Transcendent, quickly climbed to the lookout on the mast, trying to find that slight foamy wave line guiding the ship in time to evade.

The whirlpool is lower than the sea surface, that wave line is the boundary of the whirlpool, it is also the line between life and death; the ship only sees the great whirlpool’s body once it crosses it, but crossing it means falling into the whirlpool’s capture range. Unless there is a Legendary Rank powerful presence on board to counter the force of nature, crossing that line between life and death equates to a death sentence for the ship.

Below the lookout on the mast, one sailor after another methodically followed the captain’s orders.

They were indeed adventurers headed to the Elven Royal Court to seek treasure, already prepared to risk their lives, but adventure is not the same as courting death. Facing the immense power of the great whirlpool, individual power becomes pitifully small, and Transcendents who are of high status and power on land wouldn’t even make a splash.

However, no matter how the captain scanned from the lookout, even summoning his Pet Beast to assist in detecting, fully utilizing his observation skills as a 6-Ring Beastmaster—

The echoing rumble between heaven and earth grew louder, yet he still couldn’t see the whirlpool’s boundary, the stark white line of foamy waves.

Suddenly, the experienced captain’s gaze paused.

His eyes stared blankly at the distant sea’s end, the white sea horizon.

He finally realized his mistake, the white line at the horizon was not the sea surface as he initially thought, but the true boundary of the whirlpool.

All along, his ship had been inside the forming vortex.

Already within, how could they evade the boundary?

He jumped up suddenly, about to leap from the mast to inform the crew, but then hopelessly stopped his action.

Such a colossal entity, even comparable to a mountain, how could it possibly escape before the whirlpool fully forms?

This was not the whirlpool he understood before, even if a Royal City appeared here, it would only be engulfed by the great vortex, with no exception.

All the efforts of himself and the crew were just a futile struggle, unable to evade that final fate.

Boom—

Boom—