Chapter 1128: Chapter 790: Yang Fan, Set Sail!
The horn for boarding resounded long and loud, piercing through the bustling port.
Today is a very important day.
In addition to the row upon row of massive Alchemy Ships that looked like they were cast from the same mold, there was also a super-large sea vessel distinctly different from the others.
This one docked recently.
It’s said to be the last ship of the first batch of the expedition fleet and the most important one.
Compared to the already enormous Alchemy Ships, it’s larger by a full circle, with more metal structures on it. The Magic Power emanating from its hull can be felt even from a dozen meters away.
As for this gigantic Flagship of Alchemy.
Its hull still retains the deep brown hardwood tone, but the proportion of metal far exceeds its counterparts.
Massive steel-gray armor plates cover key parts of the hull above the waterline and the bridge, which towers like a small hill, like thick dragon scales.
The bow is no longer the standard robust wedge but has been cast into the statue of a giant metal wolf head opening its mouth towards the ocean, seemingly roaring silently, with icy teeth flashing coldly in the sunlight.
The armored turrets extending from both sides of the hull are larger and more solid, with a closed design that reveals only the grim-black mouths of cannons.
The number of giant brass paddle wheels on both sides of the hull is also greater, quietly lined up now, but one can imagine the terrifying whirlpools they’d stir when spinning.
The main mast is taller and thicker, with a flag flying at the top that bears the Night Watchmen’s Silver Star Dual Swords, with an additional golden flame-embroidered border.
The layered cabin structure is piled on a solid keel, each porthole as deep as an observation aperture of a steel fortress, emitting a faint glow of internal operations.
The overall structure is more rugged, lines more heavy, exuding a mute pressure as if it’s not floating on the sea but rather pressing the ocean firmly underfoot.
The surrounding ships, though large, appear slightly docile compared to this Flagship.
This Flagship needs no banner to declare its superiority.
Its ironclad body, covered with rugged cast steel ribs and thick exhaust pipes, proclaims its position within the fleet in the most direct way—it’s the core of this expedition fleet.
"It’s really exaggerated. Why do the Night Watchmen always like to build such big and exaggerated things? Why do they have such strange inclinations?"
In the distance at the port, a nobleman standing at the window ledge of a tower observed the port through a telescope, unable to help but ask.
The Elder Mage beside him, eyes brightened, could clearly see every detail of the port.
"This is what the Night Watchmen want to show the world."
Thus spoke the Elder Mage.
Everything about the Night Watchmen, especially important things, gives a sense of grand and vast momentum.
The exaggerated Tower of Trial.
Even now, everyone who sees the Tower of Trial can’t help but be awestruck and submit.
And other various spectacles are numerous, anyway, in the eyes of other powers, the Night Watchmen have become spectacle enthusiasts.
Even shipbuilding must result in such gigantic creations that are beyond understanding.
Why make them so large? Aren’t you very skilled in spatial structure?
It gives a rich and extravagant feeling, as if they can do whatever they want.
Many orderly, elegant, and ancient nobles and races like to curse the Night Watchmen as upstarts behind their backs.
And the Night Watchmen take a positive attitude towards such views. They regard such opinions as a form of envy for what they want and cannot have.
"Why say so?" the noble asked.
The Elder Mage glanced at him.
And said, "Because their goal is to save the world, their enemies have never been internal but those world-destroying monsters beyond the world.
They firmly believe they’re on the right path, and this unwavering confidence makes everything about them portray their confidence.
Just like that Tower of Trial, how many people have submitted to the Night Watchmen on the spot after witnessing such a divine miracle?"
This left the nobleman speechless.
The first time he saw the Tower of Trial, he was in almost the same Status.
Because that thing is so enormous, it baffles the mind how it was completed by human hands.
In the port.
The massive Magic-guided Gangway was lowered with a thud, leaning steadily beside the opened gigantic hatch of the silent Alchemy Ships.
"Line up! Board by number! Unauthorized personnel step back!"
The Night Watcher Warriors, wearing tidy gray uniforms and armbands, maintained Order with a loud voice and expressionless faces.
The Adventurer teams started converging like streams into a great river, surging towards the entrance of that steel-like hull.
They are going to board.
Been preparing for so long.
The expedition is about to begin, and now is the final preparation before that, where all expedition personnel must board the ship.
They will be the first batch of the expedition team.
Amidst the crowd, interactions and sounds were more mixed.
Two human Heavy Armored Warriors carrying large shields carefully avoided an Elf Ranger who was elegantly tuning the bowstring of a longbow. One of the warriors muttered, "Walk lightly, Miss from the trees, don’t step on my foot."
People watching couldn’t help but roll their eyes at this scene.
An Elf and a human squished walking together, what a sight, why am I seeing this?
Am I not dreaming?
The Elf glanced coldly at him, nimbly flicked her wrist, and the bowstring twanged crisply, causing the warrior to shrink his neck, earning laughs from his companion.
