Man in the Ark: Revitalizing Kazdel

Winter 1092 Kazdel Region 9:00 AM

"Today is the second day since I set foot on the land of the demons. It was very cold in the morning, and a thick layer of frost formed on the base of the ship's guns. My comrades told old jokes while putting hot soup into their mouths. I sat around the stove and wrote this action report."

"After breakfast, I was assigned to the upper deck, using a telescope to constantly observe the lone landship in the distance. I heard that it was the only landship of the Sarkaz, and it had very few guns on it. The largest caliber one was not as good as the ordinary gun I had."

"I felt a little proud. With just one order from the Duke, hundreds of naval guns could melt their ships in an instant, just like the frost on the deck in the morning, which disappears without a trace after the sun rises."

10:00 AM

"The weather changes so fast. The sun was shining just now, but now the thick dark clouds are blocking the sun. I need to readjust the aperture to see the enemy's ships clearly."

"The information coming from the communicator is not right. The officers look serious and their steps are hurried. It seems like something bad is about to happen."

"I looked at the Sarkaz ships again. There was nothing unusual. But why was there sunshine over there, while it was cloudy over here?"

"When I turned my eyes away from the camera, I noticed that the sky seemed to be split by a line. The black clouds were rolling over my head, as if they were about to come down, making it hard for me to breathe."

"The image in the telescope was so blindingly white that it hurt my eyes deeply."

"The commander ordered me to retreat back inside the ship and lock the hatch. The fleet was about to face an unexpected natural disaster. I quickly put away my observation equipment and climbed down the ladder.

"I saw an ordinary snowflake fall on the iron railing, but it did not melt away quickly as usual. Instead, white frost quickly spread on the railing. At this time, I felt the biting cold and crawled into the ship."

"I have never seen such pale faces on my comrades. They looked panicked and their bodies couldn't stop shaking. I don't understand. We have sturdy ships, powerful naval guns and the great Victoria Empire. What is there to be afraid of?"

10:30 AM

"This is the heaviest snow I have ever seen. Looking out of the porthole, the whole space is white. The strong wind carries sharp ice crystals across the porthole, leaving scratches.

"The temperature in the cabin was frighteningly low. My comrades and I wrapped ourselves in quilts and lit the heater, but the cold still flowed through the gaps between our clothes, licking my skin and my blood going to my bones. The flickering firelight illuminated the room, but my comrades' eyes were still gray and their faces were bloodless."

"I reached out and pushed the nearest comrade, and he fell to the ground, his body already cold and stiff. He died quietly, like hoarfrost in the sun."

"At this time, the white frost had already spread over his body, and he didn't even know when the burning stove went out."

"I called out the names of my teammates with a hoarse voice. They all lowered their heads and remained silent. I lowered my head as well. The tears that fell from my eyes had already condensed into crystal clear ice crystals before they even hit the ground."

"I still have hope. I've been waiting for the ship's broadcast, waiting for the commander to announce that the fleet has successfully escaped the range of the natural disaster. But I can't hear the familiar roar of the engine. Maybe my ears are frozen, or maybe the wind outside is too strong..."

"I must be dying. Past memories started flashing through my mind and my consciousness gradually became blurred. I saw the Sarkaz ships again. They seemed to be protected by the gods. The natural disasters could not affect them at all."

"I don't understand why the gods are willing to protect the cursed demon Sarkaz... I came from the great Victoria Empire, but I died in this foreign land... I died on a high-speed battleship that the people have always been proud of. It's really ironic..."

The portholes that were designed to withstand the wind and snow finally reached their limit, and the sound of broken glass and howling wind filled the entire cabin. A bloodstained work report slipped from the frozen soldier's hands, and the red and white paper was ruthlessly torn by the strong wind and mixed with the snowflakes.

......

9:45 AM

As soon as Gray Hat received the communication from the fleet in the rear, he reached out and knocked on the door of the Duke of Caister's office.

"Duke, aren't we going to make a deal with those demons? Why aren't we taking action yet..." The man in the gray hat gently pushed open the door and saw Duke Caister sitting elegantly on a comfortable bench, crossing his legs and sipping steaming coffee.

"What's the hurry? How are Godottin and Cavendish preparing?" Duke Caster put down his crossed legs, turned his head and asked the man in the gray hat.

"The two dukes said that as long as you give the signal, they are ready to attack and provide support at any time." The man in the gray hat bent down and replied.

"Well, have you found out who the Sarkaz have arranged?" Duke Kaster picked up the pipe on the table and tapped the head gently. After pouring out the ash, he put in some tobacco and lit it.

"Our people can't infiltrate the Sarkaz at all, and none of the people we sent out have returned. But we have learned that blood demons and scavengers seem to be involved in this operation. Do we need to make advance deployments against them?"

"We are running out of time. With Godottin and Cavendish supporting us from behind, we don't have to be so timid." Duke Caster blew out a smoke ring, stood up and picked up the communicator.

"Notify the William to prepare the control key and related information of the mobile city of Lepita and set out to trade with the Sarkaz. Other ships move forward to ensure that the William is within the range of the naval gun support."

The Duke of Caster's majestic voice came from the headsets worn by Victorian soldiers, and a small landship quickly broke away from the entire fleet and headed towards the Rhode Island. The ships behind also moved forward synchronously to ensure that naval guns could be used for support at any time.

The cannons on the high-speed warships began to turn and aim at the Rhode Island in the distance. All the soldiers' attention was focused on the cannon sights. They did not notice that the surrounding clouds began to gather above their heads.

......

Compared with the tense and orderly fleet of the Duke of Caster, the combined fleet of the Duke of Godottin and Cavendish seemed much more loose. Being on standby for a long time was a torturous process. Soldiers could not always stay focused and would always slack off.

Duke Godottin and Duke Cavendish connected to the communication screen and chatted with each other while waiting for news from Duke Caster.

"Duke Godottin, when do you think Caister will ask us for help?"

"Hehe... Duke Cavendish, why do you think so? We are just tools she pulled in to put pressure on the Sarkaz Demon King. She may not really need us. Even the flagship Glory has come here, which means she is determined to win."

"That's true... Anyway, I treat this operation as a long journey, and a profitable one at that. It would be better if they don't need us..."

"Rustle..." The communication screen flickered with a rustling sound, and finally turned into a snow screen.

"What's going on?" Gao Duoting reached out and tapped the communication screen, but the snowy screen situation did not improve at all.

The entire landship began to vibrate, and the roar of the Originium engine reached Duke Godoting's ears. He turned his head to look out the window, and only then did he realize that the sky outside the window was filled with surging black clouds.

"Your Majesty, a natural disaster has been detected and our communication signals have completely failed." A Victorian soldier rushed in breathlessly and shouted.

"What about those idiots who stare at the weather equipment all day? How come they didn't discover the natural disaster in advance?" When Duke Godotin learned that the fleet was hit by a natural disaster and all communications failed, he was so angry that his face turned red. He raised his arm and slapped the soldier in front of him.

"The speed of the natural disaster is far beyond our imagination. When we discovered it, it had already reached the middle stage. Our ships are already accelerating at full speed, trying to get out of the range of the natural disaster. Please allow me to lead His Excellency the Duke into the refuge cabin."

The Victorian soldier lowered his head and ignored the slap, quickly carrying the burly Duke Godottin on his back and running towards the core layer of the landing ship.

Duke Godoting looked through the corridor window at the chaotic fleet of high-speed warships with a serious expression. In the face of natural disasters, the fleet that lost its communication signal was like a wolf pack that lost its leader, and fled in panic.

The inky black clouds continued to roll, and a blood-red beam of light pierced through the clouds, connecting the sky and the earth. The snowflakes in the sky, driven by the strong wind, hit the corridor windows at an alarming speed.

Everything in the entire space was buried in the white snow. The biting cold penetrated through the alloy hull and mercilessly invaded everyone's body.

"Why is this happening?" Duke Godoting could not understand at all why this natural disaster came so quickly, so fast that even high-speed warships could not break through the coverage of the disaster.

......

9:20 AM

Roy left the Rhodes Island landship and used the light and shadow spell to cover his body and rise into the sky, passing over the Duke of Caster's fleet and flying towards the joint fleet behind.

He needed to cast a spell behind the fleet, and then sweep across the entire land at an extremely fast speed. The huge spell coverage area could ensure that even after the high-speed warships started their engines at full power to escape, they would still not be able to escape the onslaught of the wind and snow.

This was the type of natural disaster that Roy could think of after careful consideration, which would cause the least damage to high-speed warships. Other disasters, such as meteorite falls, rainstorms, and pure Originium dust, might leave only a few ships that could be driven after a round, and Klucel would have to repair them.

So he came up with the feasible plan of a big snowstorm. It was winter in Kazdel now and the temperature was extremely low. It was only a matter of time before it snowed.

Roy only needs to use magic to simply push nature, and the blizzard will come as expected, and then gather the source stone dust in the nearby atmosphere to release a large amount of energy, greatly enhancing the intensity of the blizzard.

The rapidly piling up snow would block the advance of high-speed warships, and the rapidly dropping temperature would freeze most people to death. Even if someone managed to survive this natural disaster, they would be greeted by the blades of the Sarkaz King's warriors.

Roy flew very fast, and soon he arrived above the fleet of the two dukes. He clenched his right hand, and a pitch-black staff appeared in his hand.

There is no need to chant spells or perform complicated rituals...

The Sarkaz Demon King only needs to give orders to the surrounding Originium, and they will obey the king's will and complete their mission.

The laws of nature were forcibly broken by the huge energy. Excess source stone energy continued to flow around Roy. The staff held high in his hand stirred the thick clouds that were gradually gathering.

The violent friction between the atmosphere produced a large amount of lightning, which began to break through the clouds and quickly streaked across the dark sky. Some of them fell on Roy who was channeling spells, and were unable to penetrate the protection of the spell armor.

The meteorological equipment on the land-based ship that was responsible for monitoring the concentration of Originium in the atmosphere made a sharp explosion, which scared the expert from yesterday and made him rush over to check. When he arrived, the meteorological equipment had stopped alarming. It was not that the abnormality had disappeared, but that the equipment was overloaded and damaged.

The expert looked at the instrument in his hand with an off-the-charts reading, then raised his head toward the dark sky filled with lightning and thunder, which emitted a sharp explosion.

High in the sky, Roy's spell guidance has been completed and he can proceed to the last step.

Looking at the high-speed warship fleeing in panic due to the natural disaster, Roy cast his last spell with a blank expression.

The red beams that shot up into the sky shattered the disaster clouds that were as thick as lead. The continuous thunder disappeared, the strong winds dissipated, and the rolling clouds stopped, as if the entire space had stopped.

A moment later, as the beam of light disappeared, the lightning reappeared, and it flashed at an alarming speed. The sudden strong wind almost made Roy lose his balance, and the disaster cloud became thicker and thicker, pressing down on the earth like a mountain.

An unprecedented blizzard began to sweep across the land. Some of the larger snowflakes were as big as a three-story building. Roy was a little worried that his high-speed battleship would be damaged, so he drew his sword and cut it into several pieces out of kindness.

He could no longer stay at high altitude. The roaring thunder and whistling wind tortured Roy's hearing system. He had to descend to a low altitude so that he could inspect the damage to the high-speed warship and intervene in time.

As he was quickly crossing a low hill, he sensed several inexplicable Originium reactions beneath the ground, which were the characteristics of the infected.

Without time to think, Roy swung his sword and cut the entire ground in half, revealing several infected people dressed in black, holding weapons, and covered in dust.

When they saw Roy, covered in hideous armor, with red light flowing on his sword, standing still in the strong wind caused by the natural disaster, they subconsciously gripped their weapons and were about to cast a spell.

However, the terrifying oppressive feeling coming from the opponent made their trembling hands unable to pull out the weapons in their hands. The survival instinct deep in their brains was frantically suppressing their stupid behavior.

"You are not Victorians, why are you here?" Roy did not find any film features on them, nor did he find any signs of the Victorian Empire. He thought they were ordinary people who were accidentally involved in this natural disaster.

"We...we are...newly hired Scourge messengers...and suddenly encountered this Scourge...so we hid in the cave." An infected person of the Fengti race answered tremblingly, hugging his body tightly with his arms.

“Yes... This natural disaster came too suddenly. By the time we reacted, we couldn’t escape..." Another Fengti infected person’s face turned pale due to the cold and he felt like he was dying.

Roy scratched his head in embarrassment when he saw that he had accidentally injured the Messenger of Calamity.

"You have been attacked by a natural disaster, and I am partly responsible for it. Let me escort you out."

When several infected people learned that they could still get out alive, they were overjoyed and bowed repeatedly to thank Roy for saving their lives.

Roy's hand condensed into a staff again, and when he swung it, he wrapped several infected people with two layers of magic shields.

"Excuse me, what do you mean..." asked an infected person in confusion.

"Are you ready to go through the disaster?"

"what?"

"Go away!!!" Roy held the staff and, using the force of his rotating body, hit the staff hard on the magic shield.

A big hole instantly formed on the outer layer of the magic shield, and then the entire magic shield disappeared in the wind and snow at an extremely fast speed.