Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 614 - 539: Esoteric Sect·Fog of Order

In the southern part of the New Continent, north of the Hilus Vice-Kingdom of La Plata lies the "Chaotic Territory" of Cabraal.

This region is rich in resources and brimming with magic elements, abundant in both secular minerals and forestry resources, as well as the many demonized materials needed by the Extraordinary World.

Yet, before being praised as a precious land, it was its notoriety for chaos that made it famous worldwide!

A complex composition of colonial territories from civilized nations, a large number of aborigines from ruined native empires, runaway slaves from colonies, Wizard Schools, and various non-mainstream Extraordinary factions mark it as the most complex geopolitical area in the entire New Continent.

It's also a blind spot of order, a paradise of chaos.

Even Hilus, which has repeatedly attempted to encircle this affluent land with its own efforts, has failed time and again.

With time, more and more Extraordinary factions have settled here, turning Cabraal into a land filled with "minefields."

Furthermore, as a faith barren land without believers—since all countries jointly restrict missionary work to the aborigines (how to enslave? how to slaughter if they become churchgoers?)—it's extremely difficult to attract a large number of True God's holy professionals here to subdue disobedience.

Gradually, Cabraal has solidified its reputation as a "Chaotic Territory."

Near the eastern coastal area of the Black Sea, at the mouth of the fourth-largest river in the southern New Continent, the San Francisco River, rests a large alluvial island covering nearly five hundred square kilometers.

The island is lush with vegetation, fertile land, and crisscrossed by waterways, making it very suitable for agriculture.

The continually flowing river brings ample nutrients from the land, enriching the fisheries near the estuary, attracting flocks of migratory birds to roost.

Of course, human presence is also evident, with a small town named Camside having been established here.

The town is mainly composed of fair-skinned Creoles, mixed-race Mestizos, and a number of Anuma slaves who work the land for them, with a total population exceeding three thousand.

Its economy is primarily supported by agriculture and fishing, possessing its own armed forces, and maintaining close ties with several inland city-state powers. Though not very strong, it is by no means weak.

However, the ruling Galakron Clan of this town has recently sensed something amiss around them.

Whooo...

Dark clouds obscure the sky, and a fine mist of rain envelopes the world. Powerful sea winds continuously bring the salty scent from the Black Sea, or even the "Mist Sea."

If Camside is known for anything, it's that, along with Brichester City not far to the north, it is one of the closest human settlements to the "Mist Sea."

At this moment.

On the edge of the island is an alluvial island's rare rocky area, called Octopus Reef by the locals, where a group of thirty to forty hooded figures have gathered despite the chilly rain.

Possibly constrained by insufficient resources, their robes are multicolored: black, yellow, white... Somehow adding a touch of humor to their mysterious aura.

But beneath the hoods, their faces, half-hidden, exhibit unwavering devotion as they face the sea, chanting sacred prayers loudly into the wind:

"...Mysteries originate from the putrid mist, as the devourer can appear in any humidity; the phosphorescence of the dead dwell within this house, filling this chamber, and the spirit of the devourer shall come thereof; dwelling deep in the sea, awaiting the return to the surface. Its eyes see in all directions, its ears hear miles away..."

What others might consider inclement weather, they eagerly embrace with relish.

In the midst of an ongoing mysterious ritual, suddenly something tentacle-like seems to wriggle beneath someone's robes.

That person immediately appears as if blessed by a divine revelation, prostrating with increasing fervor, calling out loudly to a sacred name seemingly concealed in the storm.

Far from being fearful, others gaze at him with envy.

And then.

Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!...

Sudden bursts of gunfire erupt from behind them. In the flashes of firearms, the prostrated Otherworldly Being is the first to be struck down, collapsing silently.

In their panic, a group of armed personnel, clearly belonging to the Kamside City Guard, appears at the shoreline. Their cold, emotionless gazes sweep over, colder than the rain.

A slender figure steps forward, raising his left hand slowly. A dark green evil flame blazes in his palm, casting his sallow face in a ghostly shade:

"The so-called 'Fog of Order Secret Society' that grants eternal life? Sorry, no matter what peculiar things you worship, the bodies and souls of Kamside residents all belong to the Galakron Clan!"

Everyone in the town knows it's governed by the mysterious Galakron Clan, whose connections run far and wide.

In addition to the two main economic pillars, they also provide many hard-to-obtain quality goods to various factions in Cabraal, making them favored guests of many prominent figures here.

Yet very few know that they are actually a bloodline sorcerer clan of the Evil Fire Mage!

If Aiven were here, he would definitely recognize the leader, who was once one of the teammates from Phaletis, Sak, and Atlant executing a blockade mission at the Silver Island Chain, belonging to Sak's side—the Evil Fire Mage Heather.

Heather clearly wasn't prepared to talk more with the guy daring to poach him, as the explosive evil fire in his hand shot out like a cannon, while he shouted:

"Kill them all for me!"

Behind him, the City Guard raised their firearms fitted with rain covers once again.

Boom—

Just then, an enormous water column suddenly exploded on the sea not far from them.

A figure clad in leather, standing three meters tall like a giant, walked out across the waves, raising his head to look towards Heather on the shore, speaking without opening his mouth yet clearly transmitting to everyone's heart:

"Chirp chirp chirp... This is the god's important property, you can't just kill randomly."

Puff!

The evil fire that had just flown halfway suddenly extinguished.

Seeing his face clearly, Heather's pupils shrunk to a tiny pinpoint, exclaiming in disbelief:

"You are..."

...

One week later.

On the upper reaches of the San Francisco River, a solitary, defensively powerful, small fortress stood on the desolate river valley cliff. Many forces in Cabraal knew that this place, appearing like a military stronghold, was indeed the headquarters of the Evil Alchemist.

This group of Evil Alchemists continuously sought the conjunction of flesh and machinery, attempting through numerous horrendous experiments on innocent people to gain immortality with the trait of an eternal mechanical body!

Those who stumble in here best run as far as they can to avoid becoming experimental materials.

Of course.

"Evil Alchemist" could not possibly be their real name; the school was formally called the "Mechanical Immortality School."

And a week ago, they heard about the change of ownership in Camside City, and the new ruler, the "Fog of Order Secret Society's" slogan, "Believe in my god, gain eternal life."

Led by the School Chief, the Deputy, and the Third Seat, including over a hundred Wizard Apprentices, most members located on the New Continent had gathered at this school base, "High Cliff Castle."

Even the "Clockwork Man" Billiver, whose sarcastic nature had changed, whether he was still himself, also came here upon hearing the summons.

With the gathering order concluded, all members had congregated in the expansive central hall of the fortress.

Among these cloaked figures, most bore various mechanical augmentation marks, and quite a few had mechanization levels no less than Billiver, looking more like mechanical entities than people.

Though there were no Tier 3 Grand Wizard in this school, its history, separating from the "Alchemy School," was far longer than the "Poison Plague School," including the Chief, Deputy, and Third Seat, all roughly at peak or very close to peak level as Official Wizards.

Strictly speaking, their combat power was not inferior to Tier 3 Great Knight.

This fortress-like Wizard Tower was clean and tidy, no resemblance at all to the external fearsome hellish image.

Although it lacked the appearance of a slaughterhouse, there was a sense of impending storm.

The three school leaders remained silent, while a group of higher-status Official Wizards below began discussing animatedly:

"To believe in a god and achieve immortality? That's utterly ridiculous. When even the Seven Gods Church can't do it, how dare an Evil God promise it?"

"I think we could at least make contact; initially, we absorbed the 'Flesh Puppet' from the Oldest School, the 'Suturing Technique' from the Necromancy School, the 'Organ Transplantation' from the Vesalian School... It's worth absorbing other sects' essence."

"Indeed, I also think some contact is feasible, at least to understand the essence of their immortality before reacting."

The doctrine of the "Fog of Order," with its ultimate goal of "immortality," evidently had a profound impact on the "Mechanical Immortality School."

Listening to these discussions, the rarely differing school chief murmured, whose exterior showed no distinct difference from normal people:

"Fog of Order... Immortality indeed?"