Bob's spirits lifted immediately upon hearing that Mittelte wanted him to look at a map to determine the route.
After all, he knew nothing about sailing and couldn't help with anything. Worse, he had been vomiting ever since he boarded the ship. Now, it was finally time for him to prove his worth.
However, when Bob pushed open Mittelte's door and saw Zhao Hongtian talking with Mittelte, he felt completely out of sorts. He walked in with a crestfallen face, like a wronged wife.
Both of them saw Bob's grim expression. Zhao Hongtian, however, completely ignored Bob. Mittelte did speak, but only asked, "What's wrong? Are you seasick?"
Although Bob was clearly upset, he knew how to prioritize. Besides, he couldn't possibly vent his anger at his benefactor.
Ignoring Zhao Hongtian, Bob sat down opposite Mittelte, placed the round disk on the table, and said, "Sir, I don't know why, but the disk hasn't been working since earlier. Do you think it's broken?"
Before Mittelte could reply, Zhao Hongtian picked up the magic disk, examining it from all sides.
Zhao Hongtian's actions completely enraged Bob.
"Hey! Didn't you see it's already broken? Or do you want to take it apart completely?"
Zhao Hongtian ignored Bob, removed a small box from the back of the disk, took another from a drawer, and fitted it on. He then handed the disk back to Bob, saying, "It's not broken, it just ran out of power."
Indeed, after replacing the magic battery, the disk immediately responded when it came into contact with Bob's hands, and the map reappeared.
For the next half hour, the three of them sat around the disk, discussing the route on the map. However, most of the conversation was trivial. In the process, Zhao Hongtian and Bob's squabbling caused the disk to restart three times. It wasn't until Mittelte uttered a single sentence that this so-called route check ended.
After Bob left, Mittelte walked over and closed the door, locking it from the inside.
"How did it look?"
Zhao Hongtian leaned back leisurely on the sofa and said, "Indeed, there are more than two layers within that magic disk."
Mittelte's identity was Savage, while Zhao Hongtian's true identity was Bai Qi.
The reason they called Bob was never to check the route, but to confirm if there was a second route map within the disk. If there was, Bob would be somewhat useful. If not, they would have unhesitatingly thrown him into the sea to feed the sharks.
"Good, then let him live a little longer."
Time ticked by, and soon the fleet reached the first marked point, Gauss Island.
This island was formed by submarine volcanic eruptions. Over the years, vegetation gradually grew on it.
Strangely, despite the rich vegetation on the island, no animals lived there, not even seabirds would perch on it. It was uncanny.
Listening to his subordinates' report, Mittelte gave a cold laugh. Looking at Bai Qi, who was resting with his eyes closed beside him, he thought, "Uncanny? Can it be more uncanny than this guy?"
"Tell teams one and two to check their weapons and equipment and prepare to land."
After the fleet docked, teams one and two, who had been prepared, quickly landed, and the engineers rapidly established a temporary base on the shore.
Mittelte and Zhao Hongtian landed under the protection of Harry and others.
The old man who had bumped into Bob by the shore earlier was also present. His identity was Dao Long.
"Holy Mr. Zhao, I sense the aura of necromantic magic here."
"Necromantic magic? Those rats from the gutters? I didn't expect to encounter them here. How unlucky." Upon hearing Dao Long's words, Bai Qi's face showed undisguised disgust.
Necromantic magic, as the name suggests, was a wicked form of magic that forcibly controlled souls. Although it differed from death magic by only one word, the effects were worlds apart.
Death magic primarily involved controlling corpses and did not usually involve souls. The zombies, ghouls, and abominations summoned were soulless dead things. Even creatures like death knights were based on fair exchange and voluntary actions.
However, necromantic magic was different. It focused on enslaving lost souls, torturing them until they transformed from ordinary souls into vengeful spirits and malevolent spirits, and then controlling them through special means.
Even in the era of magic's prevalence, necromantic magic was strictly zero tolerance. Anyone who dared to use it would be relentlessly hunted by both mages and sorcerers.
Just as the two were about to make arrangements, Bob ran down from the ship holding the magic disk.
"Mr. Mittelte, Mr. Mittelte, please take a look at this."
Holding the disk in his hands, the map had changed. The original large map had transformed into a smaller map of the island, and on one side of the map were recorded the materials needed for the ritual.
Zhao Hongtian looked at the disk and translated, "It says it needs a one-year-old monkey's tail, shark teeth, polluted swamp water, and volcanic rock."
Upon hearing this, Bob became uneasy. Forget monkeys, there probably wasn't even a single living creature on this island. Where would he find these materials to complete the ritual?
Dao Long leaned in to look at the required materials and said, "The rest are easy to obtain; I have them all prepared. But the last one will be a bit troublesome."
Mittelte pointed to the distant volcano and said, "Isn't that a volcano? Just have someone go and pick some up."
"That's what you say." Zhao Hongtian looked at the nearby volcano and said, "That volcano is the main base for the undead. If we go to collect stones, we will inevitably be attacked by the undead."
As a demon, Bai Qi could see things that ordinary people couldn't, such as resentment and death energy.
Although the beach where they landed was some distance from the volcano, Bai Qi could clearly sense the towering resentment and death energy emanating from the volcano, the two energies intermingling and affecting each other. Sultan Novel Network.
"Undead?" Bob shrieked at the mention of them, shrinking his head. "Are there really ghosts in this world?"
Despite boasting about becoming an 'Explorer King' all day, Bob was actually very timid. As soon as he heard Bai Qi mention ghosts, he immediately lost his nerve.
"Hmph, so what if there are ghosts? I'm fully prepared," Mittelte snorted coldly and waved his hand, saying, "Team two, go to warehouse number one to retrieve the equipment, then assemble here."
"Yes!"
Soon, a team of fifteen people stood fully armed before Mittelte.
The equipment Mittelte mentioned was a modified rifle and smoke bombs.
Don't underestimate these guns. They were specially modified. The bullets, while not causing pain or itching when hitting humans, were specifically designed to target souls. Each person also had five smoke bombs, which, when detonated, produced smoke that could alter the magnetic field and trap soul-form entities like the undead and malevolent spirits.