1614 Impending Disaster
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong!
The men felt their primal instinct alerts buzzing like tingling spider senses.
But wait! It didn't make sense.
They were far out here with no shop at sight for miles except their scouting ships.
So could it be that the slaves before have broken free from bondage from the floors below?
The group of 6 nodded tactfully, and 3 others decided to head down the deck to check things out.
But suddenly, their legs turned to noodles, and they saw themselves tumbling down with heavy eyelids that refused to open.
WHAT?
We're they possessed by a sleeping spirit?
If not, why do they feel so sleepy all of a sudden?
No! No! No!
The attack came too fast and very abnormally.
1, 2, 3...
Their bodies were about to hit the ground with loud bangs. But Lieutenant Avril and 2 others caught them in the nick of time.
Gotcha!
The bodies were gently lowered, and several other marines boarded the patrol ship.
They stood before the doors with their silencers at hand.
And in their last waking moments, they seem to see several strange shoes flashing by.
Who?
The Baymardians stormed in to catch them before they dropped.
'Got You!'
Lieutenant Avril caught the big boy, dragging him toward the barrel on the leftmost corner.
Look left, look right.
Her eyes never stopped sweeping across the scene. And with a single motion, she signaled towards a shadowy zone.
Emerge!
Several Baymardians rolled for the darkness, quickly dealing with the massive unlit torch.
In case they get discovered, it was best for those on board to have no way to pass information about their attack.
Once the fire was lit, the scouts on land and even those in the other scouting ships would know something was wrong.
After dismantling the massive force piece, they didn't throw it into the sea, lest it makes a good splash.
No...
On such occasions, it was best to lower it down ever so gently.
.
Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.
Can you feel it?
Lieutenant Avril and several others leaned against the walls beside the doors, feeling their muscles clenching in tune with the ever-tense atmosphere.
Weapons at hand, they nodded tactfully.
'Alright, gang... We're going in.'
Move. Move. Move. Move!
They stormed in stealthily, trying to limit the many squealing noises from creaking floors.
And on the floor now, 2 men were strolling along the halls with stolen pieces of cooked poultry in their hands.
"Hey, hey... This leg sure is delicious. But we have to eat it quickly before we're found out. "
"Hehehehehe... You don't have to tell me twice." The other answered, licking the watery poultry essence that soiled his lips.
"Good stuff! You're right. We have to eat this before Battleford Ezekiel catches us. I don't want to be bung upside down and beaten naked again. Everyone knows that when Battleford Ezekiel takes charge, his punishments are the same as enemy torture."
The duo shuddered, having cold sweats firming on their backs. But even then, they still gnawed on the meaty pieces in their hands.
"Hey, do you think Adonis will forgive us?"
"Erm... Of course he will! He is our benevolent God. So how can he not forgive us?"
Thup. Thup. Thup!
Wrong answer!
The gang died so suddenly, with their eyes bulged open.
It was just a few pieces of meat. So did their God has to kill them for it?
Who can tell them why Adonis had such a despicable temper?
Until they drew their last breath, they blamed it on Adonis, feeling it was his wrath.
And in this fashion, the Baymardians began infiltrating the many scouting ships covering the waters.
Fortunately, there were only a few people aboard these scouting ships, making it easier for them to take control of things.
5, 10, 15... 20 minutes later, Avril connected her communicator to those above.
"This is S-03 to Air Force center. Ship secured. Mission accomplished... On standby, ready for phase 2!!"
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It's good.
Landon squinted his eyes, listening to the many reports sent to the main ships. Everything was going well, except for little mishaps here and there. But the overall situation was controlled just right.
Still, Landon knew it was too early to smile yet.
It might not look like it, but the air force units were in a dangerous situation above the skies.
"Brother Artemis, you said my early sunny mornings, the strange wave phenomenon would begin?"
Artemis nodded heavily. "Correct. The Godly Breath waves usually start when the first flashes from the sun touch the land."
At night, things seem calm. But by day, the troublesome heat waves begin during this time.
The other giants nodded vigorously.
These heat waves are not a joking matter if one isn't prepared enough.
As one would expect, nature always had a way of balancing things out.
This place was scorching. At night, at least, it was better. But during the day, one could boil if not prepared.
But you see, the heavens had a way of protecting its creations.
During this time, the clouds and skies above, for whatever reason, always blew harsh winds every now and then that swept and relieved others from this heat every 3~4 days.
It somehow created a cooling effect. And according to Artemis' group, once the godly breath/winds blew during a particular day, it wouldn't do so until its next blowing cycle.
Landon felt this world was too magical.
Some things, technology, science, and weather, could explain, but others just seemed to be the divine work of those above.
That being said, the 'godly breaths' remind him of how winters are in the Romain continent.
Over there, they have snow storms that blow horses, carriages, and even people in the air, like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz.
Well, they weren't in Kansas anymore.
That was the feeling they would get, finding themselves dumped in bushes and regions several miles away.
Bottom line, this world was indeed full of mystery. But that wasn't Landon's main focus now.
