Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

How can one describe the speed of the train under the blessing of legendary wind magic at this moment?

Just now, Shia peeked out through the gap in the metal of the carriage.

A kilometer away, a high-ranking hero-level sky demon, startled by the roar of the train, just raised its head to see what was happening.

The next second, it was instantly smashed into pieces by the train.

The mangled limbs didn't even have time to fall before they were swept up by the violent airflow behind the train.

It vanished completely, leaving not a trace.

Once the train finishes its acceleration phase and enters a smooth high-speed cruise...

Lin Gui and the other two were finally no longer bound tightly to the spot and could move their bodies with difficulty.

"This speed...it's ridiculous!"

Shia rubbed her shoulder, which was sore from the ropes, her face filled with shock.

She carefully moved to the window and peered out through the crack.

The sea surface receded rapidly below, turning into a blurry blue streak.

Occasionally, a few reefs can be seen flashing past the horizon like arrows.

"I feel like the wind is blowing me away just by the breath I'm breathing!"

She turned to Lin Gui excitedly and shouted, her silver hair still clinging to her cheeks due to inertia.

Eve gently untied the rope around her waist, her movements elegant but slightly stiff.

She slowly stood up, supporting herself against the side of the carriage, a look of surprise flashing in her deep brown eyes.

Slender fingers gently stroked the car window, feeling the slight vibrations transmitted through the glass.

The whistling air outside the window sounded like a stirring melody, causing her to unconsciously hold her breath.

Lin Gui was the last to untie the ropes, his eyes shining brightly.

As a mage who has manipulated levitation countless times.

He understood the astonishing nature of that speed better than anyone else.

"At this speed," he calculated.

"What used to take weeks to cross the bay can now be done in just a few days."

Moreover... he also has ways to make it even faster.

With a slight thought from Lin Gui, the levitation technique quietly opened a wooden box.

A beautifully crafted staff slowly floated out of the box.

It was the Windtalker's Scepter that Carlyle gifted to him.

Under the light, the enormous wind-elemental magic crystal at the top of the scepter seemed to have air currents swirling inside.

Without hesitation, Lin Gui handed the scepter to Freya outside the window.

"Demi-artifact!"

The moment Freya received the scepter, she couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"Using this should further improve the output efficiency of your wind magic."

Lin Gui explained loudly.

His shouts sounded particularly muffled amidst the chaotic roar of the storm controlled by Freya.

Lin Gui himself did not have many powerful wind-based attack spells.

This semi-divine artifact was indeed difficult to unleash its true power in his hands.

Only a legendary mage like Freya could make it shine with its due brilliance.

Freya did not refuse and decisively exchanged the magic book in her hand for the Wind Whisperer's Staff.

Just as she grasped the scepter.

"Buzz!"

The magic crystal at the top of the scepter suddenly lit up with a dazzling blue light.

The ancient runes engraved on the staff lit up one by one, as if they had been infused with life.

Freya's magical energy surged instantly.

The legendary magic ring behind her shone brightly, its diameter expanding by a full circle!

The already violent airflow intensified further, and the howling wind almost tore our eardrums apart.

With this new thrust, the train began to accelerate again.

Meanwhile, in the control room at the front of the train.

A faint magical light emanated from Betty's fingertips.

She was using levitation to barely adjust the train's direction.

"No—no—!"

Her screams were drowned out by the howling wind.

The young monk's constant fear of operating a train at sea stemmed primarily from her teacher.

Freya, the legendary mage who was proficient in both wind and ice magic.

In order to shorten the journey time, he had a "flash of inspiration" and came up with the idea of ​​using legendary magic to propel the train.

That's legendary-level magic!

A terrifying power capable of altering terrain and destroying city-states!

But now it's being used to speed up a train!

Betty felt the speed spiraling completely out of control with despair.

They could only make minimal directional corrections using the levitation spell.

Her slender fingers gripped the staff tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief when the speed was steady.

They thought they had finally managed to control this steel behemoth to some extent.

The result is now—

"Why did it speed up again?!"

She cried out, her voice trembling with sobs, her whole body almost collapsing.

The scenery rushing past the window has become blurred into streaks of color.

She didn't even dare to look at the despairing number on the speedometer.

The faint glow of levitation trembled at her fingertips, barely maintaining the train's basic course.

At that moment, Betty finally understood.

What does it mean to be a powerless mage, or a train out of control?

She was just a pitiful extraordinary mage.

Forced to use his less-than-perfect levitation skills to control a train propelled by legendary magic.

Speed ​​and passion unfold on the vast ocean.

The train continued to fly at high speed over the reef sea.

This high-speed flight did not last long.

The full power of legendary magic.

Even a legendary mid-level mage like Freya couldn't maintain that level for long.

at this time.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her fingers gripping the Wind Whisperer's Scepter turned slightly white.

As the storm behind the train gradually subsided, the train finally slowed down.

According to the North Wind Caravan's past practices.

At this point, Freya will freeze the seawater below.

Build a large ice floe platform as a temporary base in this boundless ocean.

But this time, the situation is different.

The North Wind Caravan now has a second mage who has mastered the art of levitation.

Just as Freya's magic was about to run out.

Betty in the control room and the priest who was assisting her were also about to give up.

Lin Gui and Eve took over the control of the train in time.

At this point, the train's speed had decreased to a level where it was safe to move around on the roof.

With Freya's tacit approval.

Lin Gui, riding his oak staff, carried Shia and Eve, and flew lightly out of the carriage.

The sea breeze gently caressed their hair.

Flocks of seagulls circled in the azure sky.

The pure white wings shimmered silver in the sunlight.

This scene should have been incredibly beautiful.

Suddenly, Shia reached out and precisely caught a seagull flying by.

"We'll have an extra meal later!"

She triumphantly waved her prey, perfectly ruining the romantic atmosphere of the moment.

Lin Gui shook his head helplessly and landed in the front carriage with the two women.

It replaced Betty, who was already slumped on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

The scholar Elie, who was standing nearby, helped Betty up with a wry smile.

"You've had a hard time," he said softly to the trembling girl.

And so, the train began to move at a steady speed.

It drifted slowly across the vast sea towards the silent ocean.

In the distance, the outline of the silent sea is already faintly visible.

The sea known as the Forbidden Land awaits their arrival.