Popota was still in a daze, one moment they were in the windless belt, but then Angel suddenly waved his hand, summoning a door. Next thing they knew, they were outside the windless belt?
“Is this, is this your creation of magic? But, why would it be from the Space Series?” Popota looked at Angel with astonishment and confusion.
However, Angel didn’t respond, his face pale, looking utterly exhausted.
Angel had not expected that merely transferring a few nautical miles would completely deplete his Magical Core!
According to his calculations, this shouldn’t have been far.
The effect of the Gate Model was meant for short-distance spatial displacement, and while “short” distance implied a range within a hundred miles or so,
his own Magical Core, though not fully charged, was nearly ninety percent full.
The result was that a mere few nautical miles of transport led to the depletion of his Magical Core, something Angel had not anticipated at all.
According to the feedback he received from the Gate Model, this was clearly abnormal.
Angel lifted his head and looked towards Popota—who was still in shock across from him—
Could it be because of the spatial displacement this time that involved other people?
Angel couldn’t know for certain at the moment and could only make this guess. The true situation would require gathering more experimental data to ascertain.
But what Angel felt fortunate about was that fortunately, the Magical Core was only depleted, not yet exhausted or overdrawn. Those latter two scenarios would be akin to injuries, and if more severe, it might even lead to a shattered Magical Core.
“Indeed, any trick, even those on the Witchcraft Slot, must undergo rigorous testing before being put to use in practice,” Angel reflected inwardly. Using it so carelessly, he almost harmed himself.
As Angel was contemplating, a scream echoed from below.
Angel looked down curiously, only then noticing that a whale-hunting sea demon was controlling the sea and attacking a freighter with a trident.
Seeing that Angel was unwilling to answer, Popota intelligently stopped asking.
He too noticed the situation below and said softly, “That is a male sea demon, the most lowly existence among sea demons, with very weak strength, barely able to control the waves. But both male and female sea demons have one thing in common—they enjoy eating humans, and to them, the taste of human flesh is considered a delicacy.”
“Not all sea demons eat humans,” Angel muttered in response, while his mind conjured the image of Silver Star.
Silver Star, as a serpentine sea demon, not only abstained from eating humans but even bore a deeper fondness for humans than humans had for themselves.
After a moment’s silence, Popota said, “I’ve never encountered a sea demon that doesn’t eat humans. Even if there are some, they must be a minority. But this group of people is unlucky; they’ve encountered a human-eating sea demon.”
As they looked upon the horrific scene below, Popota sighed, “I’m afraid it’s too late to save them.”
Angel, “Not necessarily.”
Popota blinked, then realized what Angel meant, “You plan to save them?”
Angel nodded lightly, “Exactly, and I want to test out a trick.”