Deep Sea Embers

The dark green flames burned blazingly on his body, and the flesh and bones turned into a translucent spirit in the flames. Duncan was in charge of the rudder of the Lost Homeland in the flames, and his perception seemed to spread along the flames. Eventually it spread to the entire ship.

It turned out that it didn't need a crew at all.

The Lost Country can set sail by itself, as long as the captain is at the helm, it can set sail at any time.

When the dark green flame rose into the sky, Duncan fell into a brief panic, but in the past few days of exploration, he had seen more than one supernatural phenomenon on this ship, and these experiences forced him to calm down, and at the last During the critical few seconds, he did not let go of the steering wheel in his hand.

Now, he finally determined that the flame should be some kind of "power" that is harmless to him. Regardless of whether his body can recover in the future, at least now, the power of this flame is helping him control the ship under his feet. ghost ship.

The cheering tsunami sound in his mind gradually faded away, and Duncan felt that his mind was clearer than ever, and all kinds of indescribable "touches" came from the Lost Lands like his extended limbs, although he still couldn't understand it. He has the knowledge and experience that a qualified captain should have, but at least now he has the ability to control the ship by himself.

The sails of the spirit body, like yarn and mist, bulged on the mast, and many auxiliary jigsails and side sails began to adjust their angles by themselves. The wind picked up a consistent momentum, and the huge Lost Country ended its previous aimless drift and began to stabilize under the impetus of the sail.

Duncan tried to turn the steering wheel in his hand, and the real power feedback came to his mind. He could feel that the huge hull under his feet finally began to turn gradually, and began to try to stay away from the boundless mist ahead.

But the turning speed still seems not enough, the boundless thick fog is still approaching a little bit, and the sharp cry of the goat's head came from the copper pipe next to the steering wheel: "Attention, we are approaching the limit of reality... We are going to Fallen into the spirit world! Captain, we need to..."

"I'm doing it!" Duncan yelled and interrupted Goat's Head's voice, "Instead of making noise down here, you might as well think of what you can do to help!"

The goat's head fell silent instantly, but just when Duncan thought the other party had finally calmed down, its hoarse, shrill and even creepy shout came from the brass pipe again: "Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Duncan: "...?"

At this moment, he suddenly felt that everything around him lost his sense of reality. He accepted the vision he encountered, accepted the supernatural power on this ship, and even accepted that he was being simmered by a green fire, but no matter what No one could have imagined that the goat head, who had given him a great sense of danger from the very beginning, would be so surprised at this moment... This evil thing was very evil from the beginning, but at this moment it is too evil!

But the ever-approaching dense fog did not give Duncan more opportunities to think and complain, even though the Lost Country had begun to turn rapidly—judging from its huge hull, the turning speed could almost be described as drifting, However, the thick fog in the distance seems to be consciously chasing the prey in front of it. A large piece of thin mist diffuses from the edge of it. The mist spreads extremely fast, covering the entire space around the Lost Homeland almost instantly.

The moment the mist rose from the sea, Duncan clearly felt a strange change in the surrounding environment. The sky suddenly became extremely dim, and the originally blue sea water unexpectedly appeared at an unknown time. , Straight black thin lines, those black thin lines floated up from under the sea surface like finely entangled hairs, and dyed the entire ocean in pitch black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the mist, there seemed to be countless shadowy things emerging.

"We have fallen into the spirit world!" The noisy and strange "come on" sound of the goat's head finally stopped, and its shouting sounded as if it came from a very far away place, mixed with countless deep and subtle voices. Whispering, as if there were a lot of malicious voices surrounding Duncan, "But the Lost Country has not completely fallen - Captain, hold the helm, before sinking into the deep sea, the Lost Country has power to maintain its course, We can still go out!"

"The premise is that I need to know where to drive!" Duncan roared in a low voice, his voice mixed with the crackling of green flames, as if it came from hell, "I have lost my sense of direction!"

"Intuition, Captain, intuition!" cried the goat-headed voice through the brass pipes. "Your intuition is better than the markings on the chart!"

Duncan: "..."

A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, but Duncan didn't have the extra strength to bicker with an evil goat's head. Since the other party said to rely on intuition, he should simply be more reckless——

Following the feeling that remained before the mist rose, he firmly grasped the steering wheel in his hand, and tried his best to turn it in the direction he believed.

The Lost Home made a series of creepy howls from top to bottom. The huge hull drew an astonishing arc on the sea that had completely turned into darkness. The wind howled and the fog swirled. In the bright sky and mist, Duncan suddenly caught something in the mist that seemed to be gradually emerging from the corner of his eye.

In the next second, he realized that it was a ship, a white ship that looked a little smaller than the Lost Country, with a black chimney standing in the middle of the hull.

At the end of the beautiful arc the Lost Land had made, the ship that had suddenly emerged from the fog was coming straight on—or rather, the Lost Land was coming straight on.

There was only a cry left in Duncan's heart: "Damn chicken, something happened to the boat in the spirit world!"

He has been exploring this weird world for so long and hasn't seen other living people. Why does a ship suddenly appear at such a time? What kind of probability is this two-way rush?

...

The wind is howling, the waves are raging, and the boundless sea is releasing its terrifying power to the fullest. In the face of this mighty natural force that can tear apart the super strong, the "White Oak" is squeezing out the last bit of power in the steam turbine. against the fate of death.

The gray-haired captain Lawrence Creed stood in the pilothouse. The solid walls and glass windows of the pilothouse did not give him any sense of security. The spasm seemed to flow directly into his mind through the series of gears and linkages behind the wheel.

Through the wide window, he could clearly see the astonishing huge waves being set off outside the ship's side, but what was more frightening than the astonishing huge waves was the strange thick fog rising and spreading from the distant sea, as well as the looming shadows in the thick fog. black lightning.

The White Oak is the most advanced steamship in the world, but no matter how advanced the machine is, it can only ensure that the ship is surging in the "normal" sea area, but what it and its captain have to face now is the ongoing The collapsed frontier of reality is the biting cold that is spreading from the stench of the evil gods' palaces at the bottom of the world.

"Captain! The priest can't hold it anymore!"

The chief mate's mournful shout came from the side, and Lawrence heard some muddy and hoarse echoes from the other party's voice. He looked ahead of the bridge and saw an ominous purple smoke rising from the incense burner placed on the prayer table. Black flames, and the venerable and loyal clergyman in a dark blue robe is sitting tremblingly in front of the incense burner, his mouth and nose are full of blood, and the colors of madness and sobriety in his eyes are constantly appearing .

Lawrence's heart sank.

He knew that the venerable pastor was still on the side of mankind. He was using his last pious beliefs and the most pure and holy soul to fight against the cry from "the depths of the world", but this insistence was at the end of his strength , the purple-black smoke coming out of the incense burner is the proof that the pollution has broken through the prayer.

Once the priest falls, every sane mind on this ship may become a door leading to the deep sea, or even to the warp.

"captain!"

The voice of the first mate came from the side again, and Lawrence interrupted him. The middle-aged captain's face was full of determination at this moment: "Temporarily close the Holy Emblem Beacon, and we will sink into the spirit world!"

The first officer was stunned for a moment, the man who spent half his life at sea couldn't believe his ears: "Captain?!"

"Sink into the spirit world—in this way, at least for ten minutes, we can avoid the most violent wave of the border collapse, and the priest will also have a chance to recover," Lawrence ordered again in an unquestionable tone, but this time there are more Two sentences of explanation, "Follow my orders."

The first officer opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, but then he gritted his teeth: "You are the captain!"

The crew began to quickly execute the orders from the captain, and Lawrence, who was at the helm himself, took a deep breath. The holy emblem beacon in the depths of the cabin was gradually extinguishing, and he could feel the invisible protection surrounding the White Oak The field is rapidly weakening, and without the protection of the sacred object, the ship is sinking into the "spirit world" interlayer between reality and the deep sea.

A mist appeared on the surrounding sea surface, and the sea water was gradually turning black.

This is very dangerous, but in history, there are not no ships that return to the human world from the state of the spirit world - as a member of the Explorers' Association, he has also read countless classics in this regard, as well as various books written by survivors. Various "survival guides".

How bad could it be? He only needs to let the White Oak hide from a wave of storms on the edge of the spirit world, and then carry out a thrilling "spiritual drift" with the surging power output by the advanced steam turbine. If luck still favors him, he can lead his crew. Return to the world.

Then quickly hand over the damn "abnormality 099" in the warehouse to the consul of the city-state of Pratt, and from then on, he will never go into the muddy waters of the authorities again in his life.

It couldn't be worse.

Lawrence soothed himself.

Then he saw a three-masted sailing ship a full circle larger than the White Oak suddenly appearing on the sea that suddenly became dark in the distance, drawing a thrilling arc with some kind of indomitable momentum , bumped into her head and face...

Captain Lawrence stared blankly ahead.

"……grass."

(Mom! Another surprise!

Thank you for your enthusiasm and support, and thanks to the Silver League from "The Virtue Has Been Eaten"... Dameng, another chapter today =. =

But this update rhythm is limited to today... After all, the body is no better than the year 233)