Chapter 1266 - 852: Hell Cartography

Chapter 1266: Chapter 852: Hell Cartography

Tariel Continent.

Warship Port.

Floating Tower "Silent Eye".

This Floating Tower, in terms of appearance alone, doesn’t look much different from the Floating Towers hovering in Ring Tower City.

The only distinguishing feature is the Magic Power Treasure Bead floating atop this Floating Tower.

The giant Magic Power Treasure Bead and its simulated reconnaissance eye have become another iconic structure in this port.

This uniquely appearing Floating Tower, obviously designed for environmental reconnaissance, has been here for nearly half a month.

The reason it’s here, of course, is due to the previous Void Vanguard invasion incident.

It came to provide Tariel Continent’s Vanguard Army with more detection against Void fluctuations, specifically.

Looking towards its internal surveillance hall.

Massive, honeycomb-shaped energy conduits twist and knot across the ceiling, emitting a constant hum as they inject a steady stream of Magic Energy into the central giant master detection crystal.

The air is cold, carrying a distinct faint burnt scent typical of metal friction and an imperceptible ozone aroma. ℯℯ𝑙.

The sixteen-faceted diamond-shaped auxiliary crystal screens are no longer simply floating; they are embedded in complex brass mechanical arms, resembling gigantic compound eyes exploring the world.

With the operator’s gestures slightly adjusting angles in the Void, they cast cold bluish-white spots that refresh and jump continuously.

The air seems to solidify into a gel-like substance, with only the sizzling sound of data streams on the crystal screens, the clicking of precise Magic Guide gears meshing, and the dense tapping of rune keyboards by Chief Operator Tresah echoing like cold raindrops hitting steel.

Tresah, a slender-faced, deep-eyed human woman, shows stubborn dark circles under her eyes due to prolonged monitoring work.

Naturally, it wasn’t initially this severe.

But this month, she indeed hasn’t rested well.

All because of that damned Void Vanguard.

Her fingertips seem destined to match with complex rune interfaces, currently gliding near-neurotically precisely over the three-dimensional projection controller floating in front of her.

The model of the yellow continent rotates with subtle adjustments, light and shadow changing, reflected in her bloodshot yet eagle-like sharp eyes.

Sweat slides along her tense temples, dissolving before it drips on the slightly dry salt deposits on her cheeks.

Oh heavens, she can hardly spare a moment to wash her face.

But soon.

She pressed her dry pale lips firmly together, her throat rolling slightly, using a hoarse voice mixed with tension and fatigue to announce.

"Eastern continent! Confirmed! Rift activity value once again exceeds the first threshold—coordinates locked! Red Zone! B7 mark spot!

Her finger jabbed at a violently flickering red point with chaotic energy patterns: "Unable to map accurately, interference source... the interference source is wickedly strong!"

She paused slightly, inhaled a large gulp of cold Magic Energy exhaust, seemingly drawing strength to continue, her finger trembling as it moved to another spot.

"Northern Frozen Soil Belt, deep-level readings, detection waves penetrating below six hundred meters of ice... feedback anomaly, spectrum alignment 78%, suspected... deep-level rift, this damn thing is underground!"

Her voice rose a notch due to agitation and anger.

The Void’s tentacles invade from outside the interface, so it could appear anywhere.

Due to the special planar structure, it could even open directly on the earth’s surface.

But some places, like the earth’s layers, also have crevices similar to plains.

In such areas, if unlucky, Void Rifts might also appear.

Enough is enough.

She vented her emotions slightly and then pointed southwest, "Southwest Lava Trench, energy readings... scorching? No! It’s abnormally distorted! The readings don’t resemble magma heat, more like... some energy is simulating magma, concealing its presence; this opening is definitely in a creature’s nest, they should be fighting."

Finally, her finger, carrying an air of resolve, slammed onto the central screen’s area model, continuously magnifying, which was prominently labeled as "Contacted - Severe Void Pollution Zone".

"And the tumor we directly collided with! ’Silent Eye’ already completely locked its core pollution point, ’Ashen Crevice’, anyway, it’s marked like that on the dwarven map; the name probably doesn’t fit anymore."

After expressing the results of her work during this time, she directly sat in the chair, leaning heavily against the backrest, rubbing her eye sockets.

Finally done.

The surrounding other data detection personnel also sighed in relief, finally able to take a little rest.

Some people stood up intending to wash their faces.

Dwarf Sage Lurik stood like a silent volcano in the shadow behind Tresah’s left and rear.

His broad back tightly pressed against the cold interior wall of the Floating Tower, holding a heavy dwarf helmet under his arm, revealing hair matted by sweat and dirt, resembling iron-grey mane, and dense beard.

The beard’s end even contained dark red, not yet fully dried blood scabs, flashing a menacing yet steadfast shine under the Magic Energy lamp.

The gray-blue cloak he wore, originally representing the Night Watcher’s Order’s brilliance, now barely showed its original color.

Soil, black-green alternating corrosive mucus, white scratches left by crystal cluster scraping, and traces of hasty repair after being torn by some sharp claws.

The air is filled with a stench, smoke scent, and strong sweat acid smell mixed from him.