Deep Sea Embers

Layers of blocked underground depths, hidden facilities leading directly to the sea, huge unknown projects, secrets buried between countless truths and lies--half a century of concealment, past hopes and expectations, and fears that have continued to this day and taboo.

All of these are gathered in front of Agatha at this moment, cast in cold metal, and suspended silently between the criss-crossed beams like bones, like the years that have been frozen and then restarted——

A submersible secretly built by the city-state authorities.

Agatha stood quietly in front of the huge and silent machine, staring at the pile of steel through the thick black cloth belt, a wordless pressure seemed to be jumping on the edge of her perception, after a long time, she finally realized Open the mouth to break the silence—with a hoarse voice: "How did you find out?"

"There is a lot of luck," said Tirian, "I believe that even among the trusted aides of the Consul Winston, there are only a handful of people who know about this matter, and most of them may have died in the last guard." During the war, but after taking over the job of the city hall, I noticed some... unusual flow of funds and personnel, and they all pointed to a 'closed scientific research project' in this port."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the huge monster hanging between the steel beams.

"There is nothing to say about the rest. Since Nangang was completely occupied, we searched here with all our might - and found a suspicious warehouse, a suspicious shaft, a suspicious underground facility, and A suspicious submersible."

Tirian had a calm expression on his face when he said this, but Agatha couldn't help but marvel at the ability of this "Steel Vice Admiral" even if he was just listening in - he took over and understood Frost so quickly. This is not at all something that a person who has been away from the city-state for half a century can do.

Such a confidential facility cannot be easily found by finding some clues.

It was as if he had never left Frost.

"This machine... can it be used now?" After a short silence, Agatha couldn't help asking.

"Need to check," Tirian shook his head, "Although this submersible is built based on the blueprint left by the Frost Queen, it uses a lot of modern and even modern technologies, and there are many The above-ground devices used to support the operation of the submersible, such as air pumps, cables and communication equipment, we need to understand the status and function of these devices.

"The bad news is that everyone who knew these technical details is probably gone - died in the previous Frost Defense War. When we discovered this underground facility, it was locked from the inside. The people inside seemed to be They want to keep those monsters in isolation rooms, but unfortunately...they don't know the scale of the disaster."

When Tirian said this, he shook his head slightly.

"However, there is also good news." He raised his hand and pointed around. "The submersible is intact, including everything in this hall."

Agatha didn't speak, but raised her head in silence, and turned to look in the direction she came from.

The heavy and slightly distorted door stood quietly in her chaotic field of vision. The outline of the palm print was faintly outlined in the blood on the door. The vitality in the blood was gone, but the outline was still glowing in her field of vision. faint light.

Tirian's voice came from the side, interrupting Agatha's thoughts: "Next, I will try to find the insider of this secret project—maybe not all the technicians were staying in this facility at the time, but If you really can't find any surviving technicians, it's just a matter of luck for some old folks in the Fog Fleet."

Agatha frowned suspiciously: "Sea Fog Fleet?"

There was a smile on Tirian's face: "They were involved in the submersible project back then. They will be surprised when they see this submersible."

Agatha fell silent.

Thousands of emotions fluctuated in her heart. She didn't know whether to lament the reincarnation of history, or to rejoice that everything was returning to its proper place.

Tirian on the side also fell silent. The steel lieutenant general gradually suppressed the smile on his face, and slowly scanned the hall with a silent and solemn gaze. Finally, his gaze stayed on the door leading to the elevator. on the gate.

He nodded slightly, as if paying tribute to this unknown folly and feat.

...

The sea breeze is gentle, and the breaking waves are rolling.

The surging power output by the steam core drove the ship under his feet, and the cold sea breeze blowing head-on dispelled the distracting thoughts in his mind. Lawrence stood on the high front deck of the White Oak, wearing the suit he had worn for many years. The captain's coat, overlooking the distant sea.

However, the old captain's heart was not as calm as he showed at the moment.

A gentle female voice came from the small mirror hanging on his chest: "Are you nervous?"

"This nervousness hasn't eased since I left Frost," Lawrence smacked his lips, "after all, this is to take the initiative to 'meet' with that ship—for a hundred years, the captains of the Infinite Sea have only We tried to escape from that ship, but we are actively approaching it, and the guys from the Explorers’ Association must think I’m crazy.”

"There are not many captains in the boundless sea who are not crazy—and you will become the most eye-catching legend among these crazy captains," Martha said with a smile in her tone, "Isn't it a little motivation to think about it?"

Lawrence sighed: "You tell a man who is about to be hanged that the noose you give him is the most beautiful of all the ropes—you can even tie him a bow, you think it will have a comforting effect ?"

Martha in the mirror opened her mouth, as if she was about to speak, when a hoarse and noisy voice suddenly came from the flagpole not far away: "Yes! As long as the noose works, let alone tie a bow, you put me It can be tied into a bow tie!"

The corner of Lawrence's mouth trembled, and he turned his head to look at the direction the sound came from—a noose was hanging down from the high flagpole at the bow, and Anomaly 077 was hanging himself on the noose, following the sway of the ship. The turmoil comes and goes, and it looks evil and weird.

"Are you still planning to come down?" Lawrence looked angrily at the mummy hanging on the flagpole, "You've been hanging there all day."

"What if it suddenly works, I felt a little sleepy just now," shouted the mummy who hung himself on the flagpole with a noose, "I'll hang on for a while—you promised, I can give Choose where you sleep."

"...I promised you that you can choose a place to rest for yourself without affecting other people, but you didn't say at that time that you would hang yourself on the flagpole," Lawrence stared, "I advise you to Give up, your sealing method has obviously failed - honestly follow me to report to the Lost Homelander is your only choice."

The mummy hanging on the flagpole suddenly let out an exaggerated wail, but Lawrence was in no mood to talk to this guy anymore, but lowered his head again, and said to the small mirror on his chest, "Do you think it will go well?"

"Why do you ask me?"

"Your intuition has always been sharp—it was also the day when you were in charge of making every departure."

"...Do you even remember this..." Martha sighed in her voice, and then she smiled softly, "Don't worry so much, haven't you already accepted your new identity as a member of the Lost Fleet Is it? And it's not the first time you've seen that ship."

"That's the truth—but nervousness is really nervous," Lawrence sighed, and subconsciously straightened his neckline again, "Besides, the last time I met that ship was not worth remembering at all. , that scene would be a nightmare for any captain."

"Think about it, at least this time the Homeless will not run straight towards you again..."

A creaking, tooth-piercing noise suddenly interrupted Martha.

In the next second, Lawrence found that layers of dark green flames appeared out of thin air around the White Oak under his feet, followed by the loud roar of the engine, and the violent swing caused by the sudden turning of the rudder!

In the blink of an eye, the originally calm sea changed its appearance. Countless hair-like, pitch-black and terrifying shadows suddenly appeared on the blue sea surface, and the sunlight in the sky also dimmed and illusory. Fog and fog fell from the sky like a giant curtain, and the entire ocean was polluted by the "hair" and became pitch black.

The mummy hanging on the flagpole screamed almost instantly.

And amidst the ear-piercing screams of the mummy and the exclamations of the sailors, Lawrence realized that the White Oak had been dragged into the spirit world by some powerful force—accompanied by the thrilling roar and the sudden oncoming wind and waves, A towering figure of a ship burning with raging flames rushed out of the thick fog ahead!

Homeless appeared.

Like a flaming cliff, it crushed towards this side overwhelmingly.

Anomaly 077's scream resounded almost throughout the sea area: "It's crashing, it's crashing! Damn it's still crashing! I'm not playing anymore! I want to go home! Let me go! I want to go home! Ah! -"

Then, the bow of the Lost Country came to a sudden stop amidst the ear-piercing screams of the "sailor"—it was less than half a meter away from the side of the White Oak's bow, and stopped in an incredible way.

Lawrence stood at the bow of the ship in a daze. After a long while, he rolled his eyes. Then he raised his head dully, looking at the ghost ship towering in front of his eyes amidst the raging flames.

The terrifying scene in his memory merged with reality, he came to this location again, and witnessed this doomsday-like scenery once again.

Homeless is here.

A tall figure appeared in his field of vision - Duncan Abu Normar, the eternal master of the Lost Home, standing on a high ship's side, overlooking here.

This is the second time Lawrence has come face to face with this legendary being.

Then, he heard the other party speak, the voice was low, like a majestic thunder——

"Lawrence, what the hell is going on on your boat?"