Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle Chapter 1123 1123: The Visitors of Each Shelters

Though Eudora and Cici observed the Trident's construction at New Genesis Shelter, the machines spent most days idle within the factory and hangar!

This was the initial occasion they witnessed them operating!

"They're actually hovering…" Eudora murmured in awe, aware that each unit weighed as much as ten Minotaurs from the Fairy Realm.

"Indeed. They're truly fascinating. And they aren't built for swimming either." Cici whispered.

Eudora agreed with a nod, yet she suspected the secret behind their feat… "Cloud's cutting-edge tech must be at work. That device is utterly amazing. It aided Shane in crafting the Aegis Mech, Valiant Mechs, and these Trident Mechs now!

Shock rippled through the OG Clan's fleet in no time.

These were entirely new to their eyes!

World Chat mentions of massive humanoid mechs had seemed distant before, failing to stir much concern among them.

But now, beholding them firsthand, they understood why Shane held the title of Rank 1 Survivor leading a Rank 1 Clan!

Armed with such machines on the ocean, even most Sea Zombie Kings posed no threat!

The Sea Zombie Lords might be their sole remaining worry!

Abed's eyes bulged wide, shattering his usual poise for the first instance.

"What… what in the world are those?!" he whispered in shock…

Five enormous machines positioned themselves in array next to Providence.

No weapons drawn, yet their sheer existence radiated menace.

Blue Haven Shelter clearly demanded respect and caution.

The negotiator faltered mid-sentence, words caught in his throat, while his crew gaped in stunned silence behind him. Offending these folks was now out of the question.

Abed clenched the railing hard. He had to seize control of the dialogue now!

His negotiators acted as if the OG Clan's might shielded them from all peril!

***

The negotiator swallowed hard upon grasping the shift.

His prior boldness shattered beneath the intimidating aura of the Trident Mechs.

'This spells trouble…'

His crew froze in place, uncertain how to navigate the heavy mood.

They arrived ready to showcase their superiority, only to confront might leagues above their own.

Abed recognized he couldn't allow this to drag on.

He spotted the error… Their approach had been overly skeptical and pushy for unexpected visitors!

Continuing thus would provoke Blue Haven Shelter, costing them dearly. Clutching the rail, he advanced, resolved to commandeer the exchange.

"That's enough," Abed declared resolutely, quieting his negotiators.

He adjusted his stance, regaining his cool demeanor, and inclined his head toward the opposite figure.

"I am Captain Abed of the Over Growth Clan. Forgive my men… their words were careless. We did not come here to question your strength or your wealth. We came here to build trust."

Uneasy looks passed among his crew, yet Abed pressed on.

Maintaining serenity, courtesy, and greater caution than earlier.

"Our clan has traveled far, bringing our finest goods… rare sea herbs, enchanted pearls, and Oceansteel, forged from minerals deep beneath the waves. These are not common wares, and we are prepared to offer them in large quantities. More than we would normally trade, because we wish to prove our sincerity."

He halted briefly, allowing the message to resonate.

"We seek partnership, not rivalry. If Blue Haven Shelter accepts us, we will commit to fair trade and loyalty. We ask only for the chance to prove our worth."

Aboard Providence's deck, the captain responded once more.

His steady tone echoed over the waves.

"I am Harry, captain of Providence. You seem like a great man, Captain Abed. If you truly wish to trade, then dock at our port. We will speak further inside the shelter."

Harry served merely as captain, lacking authority over deals. He merely needed their intent before passing it to Fiona, Tundra, and others.

'Right… Has Fiona returned? She employed Rat Swap weeks back.' Harry pondered, recalling her role in such affairs.

Regardless, Abed's crew sighed in relief at his reply.

Tension subsided, even as Trident Mechs held their vigilant formation, overseeing the fleet like watchful sentinels.

"Prepare to dock," Abed commanded. His tone held firm, though inwardly he sensed this was just the start.

The fleet approached Blue Haven's dockyard with utmost care.

Guards and dockworkers observed intently as ships moored. Their discipline shone through admirably at that moment.

Before long, they sensed the exceptional air purity here!

"Whoa~ Why is their area so invigorating?"

"Their Barrier Generator must be the cause."

"I've never heard about a Barrier that can improve air quality."

"It must be some kind of Survivor Skill and Talent then."

"Fool. There's no way a Survivor would use tons of Spirit Points to maintain a land's air quality. That's too inefficient. It must be some kind of artifact. Or maybe they have a lot of bamboo trees..."

"Ohhh… Even though bamboo isn't technically a tree, the first part is true. I heard bamboo can help improve air quality."

"I also heard Blue Haven is no ordinary shelter. Its defenses and organization speak volumes. This really is a nice place."

In that manner, the visitors marveled at the shelter briefly.

Nevertheless, just eight disembarked for talks. Abed headed the party, accompanied by three negotiators and four elite guards from the clan.

The remaining crew stayed on the vessels, tense in unfamiliar lands.

Stepping onto the pier, Abed looked back at the Trident Mechs looming by the sea.

They served as stark proof that Blue Haven Shelter warranted serious regard. Reporting this to the boss was essential.

Quickly, the octet was escorted further inside toward the negotiation hall.

Naturally, they observed the lively streets teeming with motion. The vibe here stood apart…

Residents showed no anxiety over sustenance or safety. Discipline, order, and assurance emanated from these folk!

Abed sensed it with each stride.

'This links us to the Rank 1 Clan. We must handle it perfectly!'

This encounter would shape the OG Clan's destiny. Success meant climbing ranks and riches… Maybe eclipsing Ironcrest Clan!

Failure brought disgraceful exit, and inevitable absorption when Eclipse Revenant Clan pushed sea expansions!

After all, expansion routes crossed Ironcrest and OG territories!

Ironcrest already allied with them… thus avoiding those Mech strikes was crucial!

'We can't squander this chance…'

***

Meanwhile, Natalie Cross, stunning leader of New Haven Clan, encountered a thrilling scenario…

Lately, she toured Travis' outpost… supplier of crude oil to Shane's Eclipse Domain Clan.

The outing proved amicable, and upon hearing of an impending shipment via their linked Gate, Natalie chose to escort it personally.

She harbored no hopes of encountering Shane face-to-face.

Rumors circulated that the top Survivor busied himself elsewhere, pursuing a troublemaking rogue.

Yet Natalie's focus wasn't Shane, but his assembled monks.

Legends spoke of fifty monks in his service, masters of rare methods channeling Aura unmatched by most survivors.

Natalie brimmed with intrigue.

Persuading them to impart knowledge could empower her priests to harness Aura with equal prowess and control.

"I wonder how much I should pay… I'm willing to sacrifice 10 Legendary Weapons for this transaction…" She muttered to herself.

Whoosh~

Upon reaching Eclipse Domain, she drew a steadying breath to stay composed.

She donned the Lightning Set then, pilfered from Boros, the fearsome Lightning Zombie Lord.

Intimidating gear, yet as leader, donning such potent armor outside home was mandatory…

Unsurprisingly, her entrance drew immediate notice.

Eclipse Domain teemed with elites. As Natalie crossed the Gate, attention snapped her way.

They detected a Level 70-plus powerhouse's arrival!

Nearly at once, a senior Eclipse Domain survivor drew near.

Jillian the Bard, famed for her melodic tones and oversight of the entertainment zone, hastened to greet her.

Recognizing Natalie, she grasped the need for deference.

"Lady Cross," Jillian intoned with an elegant bow… "Your presence graces Eclipse Domain today. I trust your journey was smooth?"

Her timbre matched the hype perfectly.

Natalie offered a subtle smile…

She hadn't anticipated a fellow Level 70 Survivor greeting her with such humility!