Myth: The Spiritual Dominator

The fog was so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

Even low-ranking non-commissioned officers who were just beginning to embark on a supernatural career could only see the situation on their own ship in such a climate.

The waves were getting bigger and bigger around the battleship, but the ship could not see any friendly forces around.

It was as if I was the only ship left in the world, sailing in this endless fog.

With his hands on the calibration mirror of the magic crystal cannon, even though he had been in battle for a long time, Duliotis still felt an indescribable sense of fear.

More than 20 years ago, he was just a small soldier.

He had also participated in a naval battle with the Kingdom of Pylos at noon and witnessed similar fog.

However, at that time, they had help from the great wizard Hermes.

Although their vision was still blurry, they could at least roughly see the approaching shadows of friendly forces and enemies.

But now it was different. Duliotis knew that they were now in an unfamiliar sea area, near the capital of the enemy country.

And this time, they no longer had the powerful king who could kill the incarnation of God.

whoosh-

Whizzing--

……

In the distance, the sound of bows and arrows breaking through the air could be faintly heard; it was the enemy trying to test their position.

After all, even though they have the blood of the sea god, it doesn't mean that the enemy is completely unaffected by the fog.

After all, this is not a fog released by a single person, so naturally no one can be immune to it on their own... But as he listened to the sound of arrows cutting through the air, Duliotis became more and more frightened.

Not only him, but also his deputies.

If the two armies were to fight head-on, they would all be fearless fighters.

But now they are trapped in the fog and have no power to fight back, and the real fear often comes from the unknown.

I don’t know where the enemy is, when the danger will come, and I don’t know what I can do to save the situation.

At this moment, Duliotis could not help but curse in his heart once again this meaningless march.

How stupid it is to fight a naval battle in the territorial waters of the descendants of the sea god!

"Duliotis, main gunner Duliotis!"

"The Alchemy Communicator has received the latest combat order. Please execute it immediately!"

The depressing atmosphere became more and more intense as time went by, but at this moment, a messenger suddenly came trotting in the fog.

Although the Athenian fleet was equipped with alchemical communicators that could transmit messages within a certain range through the frequency and amplitude of the magic string, this high-end creation was obviously only implemented at the "ship" level.

When it comes to internal messaging and operations, they still have to be conveyed by messengers.

This is especially true in this fog that contains extraordinary power.

"Order, what order?"

The sudden command broke the silence, and Duliotis was a little confused.

According to common sense, even if there were orders from the commander, at most they would instruct how their warships should move, or which enemy ship to focus fire on.

As for how to attack, I think it's up to them to do as they please.

From ancient times to the present, no army general would break down his command into a three-person combat team.

By analogy, I have naturally never heard of any naval general giving orders to a gunner.

But regardless, Duliotis took over the wartime orders that were hastily copied by a stenographer.

【至：第157-3，157-5，159-2，218-6号战舰炮手】

[Within the seven standard reload times after the order is issued, deflect the muzzle to the east -12.15°, west 7.02°, 3.61°, 18.00° respectively, and fire at once, three rounds in rapid fire]

[After execution, perform loading operations and wait for further instructions. Completed]

"..."

Duliotis stood there in silence, not knowing what he was reading.

The above parameters are said to be the standards brought back by the great wizard Hermes after studying in Silvermoon City.

Later, in order to better use these imported magic crystal cannons, the gunners also urgently learned relevant knowledge.

Therefore, Duliotis naturally knew what this was talking about, but the problem was that this was clearly a design parameter that they had adjusted based on experience after using the alchemical mirror to measure the distance between the two sides.

The actual shooting parameters are much more complicated than this, but the instructions only require adjusting the current muzzle direction, which is simple...

His thoughts stopped here, and Duliotis felt that he could not continue to make up a story.

It's so funny. Even when shooting at fixed targets during normal training, considering the wind direction, sea conditions, and the ups and downs of your own and enemy ships, there is no guarantee of hitting the right target.

What's going on now, setting off fireworks?

"Ahem, Gunner Duliotis, three standard reload times have passed since we received the order. Don't you think you should start working?"

With two low coughs, the messenger could probably guess what the gunner in front of him was thinking, but he still reminded:

"No matter what, remember to follow orders."

"In fact, the captain also received instructions..."

The content is that the course deviated 1.5° to the left and the speed dropped to % of the peak value.

The messenger didn't know what the captain thought of this order, but in the end he obviously chose to carry it out.

"……Okay, I know."

With a grim look on his face, Duliotis felt that his death was really approaching.

However, as a member of Athens, he believed that if he died for the royal family, he would be reborn in the goddess' kingdom after death.

But this way of dying is a little ridiculous.

"Brother, if you can come back alive, remember to erect a tombstone for me and write a line of words on it."

"Fuck him!"

Unable to resist swearing, Duliotis turned around and began to debug his magic crystal cannon.

Forget it, since there’s no one to be seen anyway, it doesn’t matter where I hit.

If he is lucky enough to hit the target and reach the goddess' kingdom, he will have something to brag about.

······

"…Finally, to our ship's eighth gunner."

"Move the gun position 50 cubits to the left, raise the elevation angle to 0.81 degrees, and fire three rounds in a row."

"At this point, the fleet has formed 17 local combat positions, with the primary goal of outflanking and annihilating the enemy's main force to complete the combat plan."

“As for the specific implementation strategy, I will follow up and make arrangements accordingly.”

"General, do you have any questions?"

An ingenious [magic sound technique] was transmitted in real time by dozens of communicator users at the same time.

Even after talking about the next arrangement, Ryan still felt a little unsatisfied.

This scene reminded him of some strategic games in later generations.

But the one in front of him is played by a real person.

"……there is none left."

"But Lord Ivan... have you received some kind of gift from the goddess that allows you to see through the fog of the battlefield?"

As soon as he asked the question, Ke Meng regretted it because he knew his question was a bit stupid.

Even if this airborne commander really had this treasure, it could not explain the arrangements he made.

After all, no one can accurately predict where each enemy ship will be at a certain minute and second, let alone predict where their own ship is.

The ocean is not land. Here, a small wave may cause an attack that was supposed to hit to miss and fail.

But to say that the person in front of him was just trying to make a joke of the life and death of the entire navy didn't seem to make sense.

"It's not important, General."

"You'll see the results soon."

"Oh, by the way, the mission of the gunner on this ship is quite critical, because the target of his attack is a future king."

"No matter if we can kill him or not, as long as we can kill him, it's a great achievement."

Calculating the time, a while had passed from the time the first order was issued to the time it was executed. Ryan raised his hand and looked into the distance.

However, there was a thick fog in front of him. Kemon also looked over, but he saw nothing.

Calculating the time silently, it seemed that it was almost time for the attack to begin.

Some light gradually emerged from the surrounding sea of ​​fog, and various colors shone through.

Ke Meng knew what that was. This was the scene when the magic crystal cannon was charging.

This special weapon essentially launches the elemental energy extracted from the magic net in the simplest and crudest way. Its advantage is that it does not require a wizard to control it, but it has many disadvantages.

For example, the charging time is too long, or the energy utilization efficiency is extremely low. Now the emission of this light is a manifestation of the massive leakage of elemental energy.

For example, continuous firing is impossible, otherwise a large amount of high-concentration elemental energy may be ignited by the activated magic crystal cannon, turning into a local instantaneous elemental surge, directly destroying everything on the battleship.

There are many similar problems, which is why this weapon is called a defective product.

But no matter what, in today's naval warfare era where defense capabilities are almost zero and a hit means a kill, this is a groundbreaking weapon.

And according to legend, on the tower of the great wizard Hermes, the thing that can destroy the incarnation of the gods can actually be regarded as an extremely special magic crystal cannon in essence. It's just that it cannot be mass-produced at all, and it must be assisted by such a powerful wizard to be used.

However, Kemon obviously didn't know much about these things.

"ten."

"Ok?"

"Nine."

"Eight."

"..."

Raising his head again, the general watched the airborne commander count down bit by bit.

At the same time, the light around and the sound of arrows breaking through the air became more and more obvious.

Obviously, the elemental light leaked out when the magic crystal cannon was charging also attracted the enemy's attention, posing a threat to them themselves.

"..."

"three."

"two."

"one."

When he reached the last number, Ryan paused, then spoke an onomatopoeia.

"boom--"

Hundreds of streams of light illuminated the entire sea of ​​fog in an instant, each of which contained an energy torrent close to that of a nine-ring witchcraft.

To a truly powerful person, the power of this divergent elemental impact may not be as threatening as a casual sword strike from a legendary knight, but to large mortal artifacts, it is a devastating attack.

There was no sound at first, because the wooden hull would only be penetrated the moment it came into contact with the elemental torrent.

It was not until a while later that Kemon heard the sound of sea water pouring into the cabin amid the noisy shouting and yelling.

He didn't know how many enemies were hit, but there was no doubt that at least more than a dozen enemy warships were destroyed by the previous attack.

At this moment, the knowledge learned in the past seems to be of no use.

Looking at the figure in front of him who was still looking at the sea of ​​fog, Kemon looked again.

"…Hey, what are you looking at?"

Ryan turned around and saw this scene, feeling a little strange.

With the help of Poseidon, the thick fog was of no use to him. He was just looking at where the "waves" would be best to push the ships to appear, and it would be best if he could destroy two or three ships with one shot.

But the guy behind me can't see, so what is he looking at?

"I do not know."

In response to Ryan, Kemon first responded, then hesitated.

After a while, he slowly said: "But I think..."

"Perhaps, I am seeing the true art of war."

"..."

"Well...as long as you are happy."

Not knowing what to say, Ryan never expected that this general named Kemon would work hard and become a master of naval command in the future, and invent many useful tactics.

Even in distant future generations, there were people who gave their children the same name, and they eventually became famous generals and were recorded in history.

At this moment, Ryan just hoped that he would not be led too far astray and get into a dead end.

After all, no matter how you think about it, your actions have nothing to do with the art of war.

Do you want to explain it?

Well... forget it.

This is also to prevent Nereus from being exposed. It is not easy for him to go back on his word since they have already agreed on it.

So even though I feel helpless, I can only take the blame.

"Ugh."

With a slight sigh, Ryan looked at the fog that was flickering with light again. As the separated embodiment of humanity, Ryan felt at this moment that he was indeed carrying a lot of things that were not understood by others.

Although other people may want these things very much, there is always a difference between being active and being passive.

Shaking his head slightly, Ryan continued to observe the situation on the battlefield.

What he had arranged before was only a plan for less than half an hour.

It’s not that it can’t be longer, but any longer would seem a bit deliberate.

After all, even for a sea god, it would be best to influence the position of the ship quietly rather than making it so obvious.

Therefore, it would be more reasonable to adjust the new attack plan based on the current situation every once in a while instead of completing it all at once.

"...General Kemon, get ready to continue recording."

After a while, until the last gun position he had arranged on his ship began to release the light of charging, Ryan spoke again.

The target of the flagship's attack seemed to be the enemy's commander, the prince of Pyrrhus whose name was unknown.

It would be best if he could be killed, but it doesn’t matter if he can’t be killed. For Ryan, these are all trivial matters.

But for some reason, after casually taking a look at the enemy ships in the fog, Ryan had a hunch.

The prince of Pylos probably won't die here, but in the distant future, maybe he will come into contact with something unexpected... who knows.

……