1771 Root Cause
Another hour before arrival?
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Everyone nodded with grim faces, understanding that the deeper the travel, the slower the speed of the boat must be until it began moving like a grabby crossing the streets.
That's how it felt. It felt like they weren't going anywhere at all, but they were.
They were moving at a tortoise/ snail-pace.
If they moved any faster, the mess they would have tried to clean up within the ships. would repeat itself.
It was funny that a distance that should have taken them 15~17 minutes, was now taking them up to 2 and a half hours.
Sure enough, the information gathered was right.
These waters were just too deadly!
Although they still have an hour before arrival, for the convenience of data collection, it's best they begin their testing now.
It's best to gather all information they can about the air above the mating zone.
Don't forget that in the future, airplanes will travel between Baymard and Mirvanna.
So they must understand the atmospheric situation here well.
The lead tester looked at everyone, nodding deeply while giving the A-Okay to the pilot who was wearing a Mecha suit inside the aircraft.
And soon, it began.
Whoop, Whoop, Whoop, Whoop~
The chopper's propellers turned and turned, picking up the pace at every turn until they began leaving after images of themselves.
[Flight Test 01, now taking off.] The pilot's voice echoed through the transmission machine beside them.
Rome stood frozen in ace, as everyone felt a hard knot constrict their breathing.
People subconsciously began gripping each other's arms, shoulders and clothes, while watching the chopper slowly ascend.
At the same time, the weather specialists quickly began taking down the readings, with one person yelling and the rest taking them down.
"Height, xx, drop in atmospheric pressure from xxx kN/m2 to xx… blah, blah, blah, blah~"
The scientific jargon began pouring in, making everyone shocked by the drastic atmospheric changes every foot the chopper ascended.
But thankfully, they realized it wasn't, too terrible.
An hour passed in this same manner, and everyone was glad the Choppers could safely fly above the mating zone.
However, it was necessary to know that their focus was the Death Line.
This time, Landon piloted the choppers.
Staring at the brutal waters before them, everyone felt the colors on their faces drain.
How to say it?
The waters here constantly jumped several feet high in the air, exploding with powerful pressure too incredible.
They were no scientists, but they knew that if they accidentally fell into such waters, their suits wouldn't be able to save them for long.
Their suits would take major damage in no time, allowing the waters to slice and dice them as they pleased.
The waters jumped higher than the levels of their already towering and giant metal ships.
It was quite scary to watch. And don't you feel the winds from here?
They were just at the edge of the mating zone, several feet away from the Death Line.
Yet, the winds here pushed them back so much that many began flying like Mary Poppins.
They needed goggles on their eyes and eye masks if they were to keep their eyes open.
The air was also misty, thanks to the waters always spraying and splashing nonstop.
The waters roared like thunder and the winds howled like creepy haunted witches.
This… this…
What sort of scary place was this?
Gulp~
Many swallowed hard, staring at Landon with worry.
"Your majesty, please it's too dangerous. Let me do it instead."
"Yes, Your Majesty. Baymard needs you. We can't afford to lose you should anything go wrong. Let me go, in your place!"
Everyone's face was stretched with worry, as even with the mecha suits on, they began doubting His Majesty's survival chance.
They hadn't even entered the Death Line, and it was already this terrible.
So imagine what will happen to those who fall within the Death Line?
Everyone held their breaths, not noticing they were no longer breathing.
"Enough." Landon bellowed. He didn't yell, yet his voice echoed with unquestionable authority.
"I understand your worries, but as your leader, I must do this to ensure your safety. Each and everyone here is important to me."
"Your majesty…"
Many felt touched, staring at their mighty leader who was now getting into the massive Chopper.
Whose leader can be so thoughtful and caring as theirs?
Whose leader will boldly choose to risk his own life so they don't have to be the one to test things out while within such a dangerous zone?
It was times like these that everyone swore they would hack anyone who dared speak ill of their leader.
…
Landon, who didn't know the emotions brooding in their hearts, quickly controlled the massive chopper that had propellers on its head and its butt.
Its middle was long and army green.
Taking a deep break, Landon narrowed his eyes and began Lift-Off.
Whoop. Whoop. Whoop!
The choppers made the familiar noises everyone was used to.
However, when taking off, it slightly shook, for 2 seconds while trying to find its balance.
Ahhh! Many already felt their hearts snacking on a thread when seeing the operations from the chopper.
Unlike the times, they noticed it was truly fighting with the winds.
Up, up, up and away Landon went.
He gritted his teeth and controlled the chopper as steadily as he could.
And then, he crossed!
~Brmmm!!!
THE entire chopper shook vigorously for only a moment, as Landon acted fast, touching the controls and stabilizing the chopper, making it get used to the current turbulence in the air.
"Come on… Come on…"
Those down were crossing their fingers and toes when watching the chopper fly deeper and deeper into the Death Line.
Up, up, up, Landon went, until he noticed a slight ease around him.
Eh?
Was it his imagination, or was the turbulence reducing the higher he went?
"Come in, ground floor. Do you notice the changes?"
Many shook their heads like peacocks. [Yes, your majesty. The atmosphere high up, although still turbulent, is getting better and better."
Landon lightly tapped his fingers on the cyclic control, staring out the window in deep silence.
"You know what this means right?"
[Yes, your majesty. It means the disturbance around the Death Line isn't caused by atmospheric changes… but by something deep within the seas below it!]
