Volume Dragon: Start by obtaining the Infinity Gems

Chapter 134 The Great Expedition

The day for the expedition to set out soon arrived.

At noon when the sun was scorching, the seeds of various forces that were invited to participate gathered on the largest warship, the Golden Keel, and the remaining thirty warships were filled with naval soldiers.

Nemesis saw that the warships were carrying cannons of astonishing sizes. These cannons were enchanted weapons that could be filled with alchemical explosives. They were priceless and one shot could produce the power of a seventh-ring spell.

In the sky, a tall and strong man in a white military uniform and a coat was standing above the warship. There was a long scar on his face, extending from his forehead to his chin, dividing his entire face into two, making him look very fierce.

With a height of more than two meters and muscular body that seemed to be about to explode, a terrifying aura of oppression emanated from his body. Thousands of people on the sea looked up at him in silence.

The leader of the Golden Legion, the discoverer of the Maztec continent, the initiator of the Great Crusade, and the great general of the Amn Empire - Cordell O'Brien.

A legendary warrior.

"Gentlemen!" The man's deep and mellow voice echoed through the sea.

"Since the first year of the Valley Calendar, the Amn Empire rose from a mere village by Lake Esmere. After more than a dozen generations of struggle, we now stand in this position, a position that rules the Western Sea!"

"We control the gold coins and wealth, and have become the richest country on the entire West Coast!"

"But! Feren has dried up!" he lamented.

"All the wealth, from the gem mines that stretch across the mountains for thousands of miles to the fish in Lake Esmere, all of Faerun's wealth has been taken!"

"My soldiers, tell me, how can latecomers like you obtain our own wealth!" The man asked in a sonorous and powerful voice, word by word.

"New World! New World! New World!" The soldiers on the thirty warships shouted thunderously, with endless fanaticism in their eyes, which was the desire for gold coins, greed for power, and the imagination of a new world.

Sefar, who was beside Nemesis, frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"It won't work if he encourages the army like this. Our development of the New World must be reasonable and humane. We must also have a proper way to deal with the local indigenous people." Sefar said with a unhappy look on his face.

Nemesis chuckled and said nothing, just looked up at the man in the sky who was talking nonsense.

"really interesting."

He had foreseen that when this army arrived at the New World, it would be the moment of war, endless killing, countless blood, and the Amn Empire would probably do something that the Orthodox Church could not tolerate.
But what does this have to do with him?

Nemesis shrugged, he was just an underage dragon trying to make his own fortune.

After the speech, General Cordell flew back to the ship at the head of the fleet.

With flags flying and morale high, the army of the Great Expedition began to march towards the New World.
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The sun was shining brightly, and Nemesis was lying on a lounge chair on the deck with some impatience.

A waitress came over and brought the dragon his favorite dessert.

"Ah, Alice, you know best what I like to eat!" Nemesis picked up the caramel pudding on the plate with shining eyes and devoured it.

The waitress smiled and said, "Mr. Nemesis, you have eaten nothing but desserts in this year. Sometimes I am worried about your health."

Nemesis waved his hand and said, "What do you know? Desserts are the best food for health. Eating a dessert every day can extend the life of a short-lived ghost by ten years!" The waitress smiled and replied, "If you say so, it is so."

Then she picked up her plate and prepared to leave.

"Wait," Nemesis stopped her and threw a gold coin to her: "Thank you for your hospitality this year. This is a tip for you."

The waitress's face froze, she put away the gold coins, and muttered to herself.

I've served you for a year, and you only give me one gold coin! How stingy!
The honest waitress smiled, thanked him, and left.

After finishing his dessert, Nemesis lay down on the lounge chair again to bask in the sun. He has been living this kind of life for a year.

Since the Great Crusade began, thirty fleets have begun their journey across the Endless Sea towards the New World. So far, it has been a year.

During the first part of the journey, Nemesis had a relatively comfortable life.

The [Royal Keel] gathers representatives of various major forces, who are either rich or noble. Therefore, in addition to basic guards, the ship is equipped with a large number of waiters to take care of the daily lives of these people.

The Golden Legion specially hired a priest on the Royal Keel to cast the six-ring spell Heroes' Banquet every day to ensure that the food and wine storage on the entire ship is always at full capacity.

Therefore, even after sailing on the sea for a year without any supplies, the guests on the ship can still enjoy a drunken party every day.

It can be said that the red wine created by divine magic can even fill an entire river!
There is no need to worry about fresh water for washing. The mages will desalinate the seawater collected on the ship, and it will be enough for everyone on the ship to use for several days at a time.

With the help of magic and divine arts, the guests of the Royal Keel can be said to enjoy a life that is almost the same as on land.

Except there was no fruit.

Divine magic can produce juice, but it cannot produce fruit. That is the ability of druids. Only these apostles who believe in nature can use the divine magic unique to nature to produce fruits and fresh vegetables.

However, this small shortcoming was improved by the sorcerers on board. Before setting off, the sorcerers worked together to create a huge storage space in which the flow of time was frozen. A large amount of fruit was stored in the space, enough for the entire ship's people to eat for three years!
It can be said that the Golden Legion has taken almost every aspect into consideration in order to take care of the lives of these distinguished guests.

This kind of life is novel after one day, and not bad after one week, but after one month, three months, six months, or one year...
Waking up every day to face the endless sea and curled up on a small boat, Nemesis felt more and more suffocated.

It has been a long, long time since he last changed back to his original form.

Gunde felt even more depressed than him. He had almost never had the experience of turning into a human form since he was a child. He had remained in human form since he came out of the desert on the first day of the new year until now. He could only keep looking for people on the boat to chat with to relieve his stress.

Nemesis was the first to be annoyed and angry. After finally being unable to tolerate Gunde's endless chattering, he chanted a spell, and blue lightning of [Extremely Powerful Lightning Beam] jumped out from his fingertips, electrocuting Gunde half to death, and then warned him not to disturb him again.

The aggrieved Gunde had no choice but to go and talk to Shana, but this excited wizard studied magic in the bedroom on the ship every day after getting on board, never leaving the house, leaving him no chance at all.

So the guests on the ship suffered, and were harassed by him one by one, until no one could stand him anymore and chose to isolate this humanoid brass dragon. Gond finally ushered in the darkest day in its history.

No one talks to him anymore.

(End of this chapter)