Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality-Chapter 889 - 359 Art

Chapter 889: Chapter 359 Art Chapter 889: Chapter 359 Art Dense fog rolled in, so thick that you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.

Even a low-level officer who had just entered the realm of Extraordinary Professions could only make out the conditions on their own ship in such weather.

Waves larger than the last surrounded the battleship, and though you looked in all directions, the rest of the friendly forces remained invisible.

It was as if the entire world had been reduced to just this one ship, sailing through an endless expanse of mist.

Hands placed on the Magic Crystal Cannon’s calibration device, even someone as battle-hardened as Dulietis couldn’t shake an indescribable sense of fear.

More than twenty years ago, he had been a mere foot soldier.

In the bright noon sun, he had taken part in a naval battle against the Kingdom of Pylos, witnessing a similar fog.

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But back then, they had the aid of the Great Witchcraft cast by Hermes.

Though visibility remained poor, they could at least make out the approaching shadows of friends and foes.

Now, however, things were different—Dulietis knew they were in unfamiliar waters, not far from the enemy’s Royal Capital.

And this time, they lacked the powerful King who could vanquish the incarnations of the Gods.

Whoosh—

Whoosh whoosh—

…

From afar, the sound of arrows slicing through the air was barely audible, signaling that the enemy was probing their position.

Having the bloodline of the Sea God didn’t mean the enemy was unaffected by the fog, after all.

In the end, the fog wasn’t the work of a single individual; naturally, no one could be immune to its effect with their own strength… But as the sound of arrows cutting through the air continued, Dulietis’s fear grew.

Not just his, but the fear of his second in command as well.

Facing each other head-on, they were fearless warriors.

But now, trapped in the fog with no ability to retaliate, true fear often sprang from the unknown.

Not knowing where the enemy was, when danger might strike, or what they could do to turn the tide of a losing battle.

At this moment, Dulietis once again cursed this senseless march in his heart.

Engaging in naval warfare in the territorial waters of the Sea God’s Descendants—it was an utterly foolish act!

“Dulietis, the main gunner, Dulietis!”

“The Alchemy Communication Device has received new operational orders; you are to execute them immediately!”

The oppressive mood had been escalating with the passage of time, but now, an order runner suddenly came running through the dense fog.

Although Athens’s fleet was equipped with Alchemy Communication Devices, capable of sending messages within a certain range via the vibrations and amplitudes of the Magic Net’s strings, this advanced invention was clearly only implemented at the ‘ship’ level.

For internal messaging and operations, order runners were still needed to convey information.

Especially in this kind of fog that contained Extraordinary Power, it was so even more.

“Orders, what orders?”

The sudden command broke the silence, leaving Dulietis somewhat puzzled.

Under normal circumstances, even if there were orders from the Commander, at most they would direct the movement of their battleship or target a specific enemy ship.

As for how to attack, it was presumed to be up to their own discretion.

Since time immemorial, no land military commander has micromanaged down to a three-person combat team.

Similarly, no naval commander was known to issue orders to a single gunner.

Regardless, Dulietis still took the wartime orders that had been hastily transcribed by the scribe.

[To: Gunners on battleships 157-3, 157-5, 159-2, 218-6]

[Within seven standard reload times after the orders are given, adjust the cannons to east-12.15°, west 7.02°, 3.61°, 18.00°, and fire three rapid shots in unison]

[After execution, perform reloading and await further orders, end]

“…”

Speechless, Dulietis stood in place, not sure what he was reading.

These various parameters were said to be the standards brought back by Grand Sorceress Hermes after her studies in Silver Moon City.

Later, to better utilize these imported Magic Crystal Cannons, the gunners rushed to learn the relevant knowledge.

Thus, Dulietis naturally understood what was being said, but here was the issue – these were clearly the calibration parameters designed after using the Alchemy Mirror to measure the distance between the two sides and adjusting based on experience.

The real firing elements were much more complex. The orders merely required adjustments to the current direction of the cannons, which greatly simplified matters…

His thoughts stalled there, and Dulietis felt he really couldn’t make up any more.

Laughable, even during regular training, hitting stationary targets while accounting for wind direction, sea conditions, the rolling of friendly and enemy ships, accuracy couldn’t be guaranteed.

What were they doing now, setting off fireworks?

“Cough cough, Gunner Dulietis, it has been three standard reload times since the order was received. Don’t you think you should start working?”

With a couple of low coughs, the order runner could probably guess what the gunner before him was thinking, but he still reminded him:

“In any case, remember to execute the orders.”

“Actually, the captain has also received an order…”

It was to adjust the course 1.5° to the left and reduce the speed to 70% of the peak.

The order runner didn’t know what the captain thought of this order, but ultimately, he clearly chose to follow it.

“…Alright, I got it.”

With a grim expression, Dulietis felt like his end was truly near.

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But as a member of Athens, he believed that if he died for the royal family, he would surely be reborn in the Goddess’s Divine Kingdom after his death.