Chapter 1767 This Is Not A Drill!
With the world in chaos, many in Baymard had no clue of whatever storm was coming their way.
Time flew by again, with several more days and weeks storming by in a flash.
My, my, my… How time flies.
January 21st.
The high seas were roaring more chaotically than ever, now that they were at the heart of winter.
Gooseb.u.mps covered their skin, and many could see a foggy mist whenever they spoke or let out a breath.
It was cold, but the men aboard the Baymardian s.h.i.+ps still performed their daily run around the perimeters of their s.h.i.+ps that were purposefully bent to be very open, not just for training, but for combat should there be attacks from enemies.
Left, right, left, right? left, right~
Their legs moved in rhythm, jogging around the deck, sometimes prolonging their stretch by also climbing up several outer stairways meant for observation.
The clouds were thick, allowing little to no sunlight.
It was barely 1 AM, yet it still looked very dark out here on the high seas.
But although they were busy, they knew it was only a matter of time before the atmosphere changed.
And sure enough, it came faster than they antic.i.p.ated.
[This is not a drill! All units prepare. Approaching Death line in 3 hours!]
Boom!
The warning shattered their hearts, causing them to freeze momentarily before manning their stations like crazy.
This was it! This was it!... the Death Line!
The most dangerous water lime in the entire world!
Pirates feared it, mercenaries feared it, monarchs feared it, and even those Adonis b.a.s.t.a.r.ds who believed their G.o.d was super powerful, also seemed fazed by it.
[Adonis followers]: Whelp, you know, our Adonis is powerful… but the death line is something else.
(-_-)
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Everyone seemingly agreed that touching the Death Line was suicidal, no matter their beliefs, courage or power.
And here Baymard was, trying to get as close as possible to it when many sailors wouldn"t even get as close as they planned.
Who knows if the water currents would suck them in? No way!
Baymard was planning to get so close to it, at a near-kissing point.
Most people sailed and stopped several miles away from the Death Line because even the waters around the Death Lime were of course influenced by the Death Line.
Don"t forget that those waters around the Death Line produce underwater waves that stretch for miles under the surface.
The Boggles liked these waters and cane here for mating.
So imagine how deadly those waters truly were.
January 21st.
They had made it barely in time before the Mating Period Begins.
According to many notes from their allure Romain empires, many sailors recorded the mating to start at different dates.
Some said the 28th of January, others said the 27th and some even said the mating period began February 2nd.
Some records were 500 years old, and other records were newly refreshed information.
They didn"t need to go around asking for this information because since the UN came into establishment, various departments were created to collect information that could be shared and used by all.
It wasn"t a bad thing to let sailors know the dangers of the Death Line. That way they don"t accidentally go that far.
So the information they had was already gathered, compiled and neatly recorded in books and kept in the Grand UN library and Public library in Baymard.
The UN library can only be used by approved officials from all UN empires, and the Public library can be used by everyone.
Long story short, the mating period is estimated to begin between the 26th of January and February 3rd.
It has never been recorded to start before the 26th. And when it starts, don"t expect it to stop until the end of February or the beginning of March.
Now, they were here on January 21st, 4 days before the reported mating period might begin.
But understand that with nature, everything is unpredictable.
Who knows…
Maybe this might be the year when the mating season will begin on January 22nd.
Perhaps it will even begin today.
This is why the atmosphere suddenly changed, with many now prepared to enter the battlefield.
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Everyone had the latest walkie-talkie technology around their wrists.
It looked like a thin prize of metal sheet curved around their left or right wrists.
But when they tapped the small black dot, it opened up, revealing even more b.u.t.tons and a dial underneath.
That dial was for changing the frequency the other b.u.t.tons were for communicating.
If you look at the top of the smooth metal sheath around their wrist, you will find 3 slight b.u.mps at the stop that look like little horns.
But be warned that it acts as a pepper spray, and squirts the highest concentration Baymard has ever created.
One spray of that bad boy and even boggles would be sneezing and dying underwater from its intensity.
The other bomb contains 6 tranquilizer needles in rotation that the highest concentrations ever made
If the little a.s.sa.s.sin-like needles should just peck your skin, and touch your bloodstream, you would be asleep in a blink of an eye.
You might even sleep for a day.
But that"s not all. The middle horn is a tiny but powerful flashlight.
Finally, there is a self-restrict b.u.t.ton, which is very common in all Baymardian gadgets.
Why give it to the enemy?
The cool future-like walkie-walkie was super light but super strong since it was made with enhanced metal.
It was amazing to say that after the metal gets enhanced, its tensile strength and every other property becomes too formidable.
Yet, it weighs far less than it did at the start, making many feel they didn"t have anything on their wrists.
Well, how to say it?
It felt a little lighter than when they had watches on.
The under part that craves their skin, was padded well and didn"t feel hard on their wrists.
What is technology? This was technology!
With the news pa.s.sed out from their hand and Walkie Talkies, many quickly stormed across the decks and outer corridors of all structures, preparing for the worst.
[This is not a drill! All units prepare. Approaching Death line in 3 hours!]