Deep Sea Embers

A faint green flame burned on his body, his flesh and bones turned into a translucent spiritual body in the flames. Duncan was in charge of the rudder of Homeless in this flowing fire, and his perception seemed to spread along the flames all the way. Eventually spread to the entire ship.

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

The Homeless is self-sustaining, and as long as the captain is at the helm, it is ready to set sail at any time.

When the green flames 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, these experiences made him forcibly calm down, and at the most He didn't let go of the steering wheel in the crucial few seconds.

Now, he has 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 ghost under his feet. ferry.

The tsunami of cheers in his mind gradually faded away, and Duncan felt his mind clearer than ever, and the Lost Homeland had all kinds of indescribable "touches" like his extended limbs, although he still couldn't. Has the knowledge and experience to be a qualified captain, but at least, now he has the ability to control the ship by himself.

The spiritual body sails like gauze and fog are bulging on the mast, and many auxiliary corner sails and side sails begin to adjust their angles. Consistent momentum was drawn from the wind, and the gigantic Homeless ended its aimless drift and began to stabilize with the push of the sails.

Duncan tried to turn the steering wheel in his hand, and the actual force feedback entered 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 fog ahead.

But the speed of this steering still seems to be insufficient, the endless dense fog is still approaching a little bit, and the goat's head screams sharply from the copper pipe next to the steering wheel: "Attention, we are approaching the limit of reality... We are about to fall. Entering the spirit world! Captain, we need to…”

"I'm doing it!" Duncan yelled, interrupting the goat's head. "You might as well think about what you can do to help instead of making noises down there!"

The goat head was instantly quiet, but just when Duncan thought that the other party had finally stopped, his hoarse, shrill and even a little creepy shout suddenly came from the copper pipe: "Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Duncan: "...?"

At this moment, he suddenly felt that everything around him had lost its sense of reality. He accepted the vision he encountered, the supernatural power on this ship, and even accepted that he was being simmered by a green fire, but no matter what I never thought that the goat head, who had given him a very strange and dangerous feeling from the very beginning, would be so surprised at this moment... This evil thing has been evil from the beginning, but it is too evil at the moment!

But the approaching thick fog did not give Duncan more opportunities to think and complain, although the Homeless had begun to steer rapidly - judging from its huge hull, the steering speed could almost be described as drifting, however. The thick fog in the distance seemed to be consciously chasing the prey in front of him, and a large area of ​​thin mist spread out from its edge.

At the moment when the mist rose on the sea surface, Duncan clearly felt that the surrounding environment had undergone some kind of strange change. The sky suddenly became extremely dark, and the originally blue sea water did not know when it appeared countless. , wisps of black thin lines, those black thin lines floated up from under the sea like finely entangled hairs, and dyed the entire ocean black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

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

"We have fallen into the spiritual world!" The goat's head's loud and strange "come on" sound finally stopped. For some reason, its shouting sounded as if it came from a very distant place. murmured, as if there were a lot of malevolent voices surrounding Duncan, "But Homeless isn't quite down yet—Captain, take the helm, the Homeless has the power to stay on course until it sinks into the deep sea, and we You can still go out!"

"Only if I know where to go!" Duncan roared, his voice mixed with the crackling of green flames, as if coming from hell, "I've lost my sense of direction!"

"Intuition, captain, intuition!" the goathead voice shouted through the brass, "your intuition is more accurate than the markings on the chart!"

Duncan: "…"

A sense of powerlessness came to his heart, but Duncan had no extra strength to argue with an evil goat head. Since the other party said that he had to rely on his intuition, he would simply be reckless—

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

The Homeless made a series of eerie whistles from top to bottom. The huge hull drew an astonishing arc on the sea that had been completely turned into a pitch-black sea. In the sky and fog, the corner of Duncan's eyes suddenly caught something that seemed to be gradually emerging in the fog.

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

At the end of the beautiful arc drawn by the Homeless, the ship that had suddenly emerged from the fog was heading straight for it—or rather, the Homeless.

There was only one cry left in Duncan's heart: "Damn it, something happened to the boat in the spiritual world!"

He has been exploring this strange world for so long and has not seen any other living people. Why does a ship suddenly appear at such a time? What probability is this going both ways?

…

The wind is howling, the waves are surging, the boundless sea is releasing its terrifying power, and in front of the natural power that is enough to tear apart the extraordinary powerhouse, the "White Oak" is squeezing out the last bit of power in the steam turbine. to fight against the fate of death.

The gray-haired captain, Lawrence Creed, stood in the wheelhouse, whose solid walls and glass windows gave him no sense of security, his hands clasped at the rudder, and the dying roar of the White Oak echoed. The spasms seemed to pour directly into his mind through the series of gears and linkages behind the steering wheel.

Through the wide window, he could clearly see that a huge wave was rising outside the ship's side, but what was more frightening than the huge wave was the strange thick fog rising and spreading from the sea in the distance, and the looming fog 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 "normal" waters, but now it and its captain have to face, but it is The collapsed frontier of reality is the biting cold that is spreading from the stench palaces of the evil gods at the bottom of the world.

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

The shrill cry of the first mate came from the side, and Lawrence heard some hoarse echoes from the other party's voice. He then looked in front of the bridge and saw an ominous purple rose rising from the incense burner placed on the prayer table. Black flames, and the venerable and loyal clergyman in dark blue robes was sitting trembling in front of the incense burner, his mouth and nose full of blood, and the madness and sobriety in his eyes alternated. .

Lawrence's heart sank.

He knows that the venerable priest is still on the side of mankind. He is using his last devout thoughts and his purest and most holy soul to fight against the cry from "the depths of the world", but this insistence is already at the end of the shot. , the purple-black smoke coming out of the incense burner is the proof that pollution has broken through prayer.

Once the priest falls, every sober mind on this ship has the potential to become a gateway to the deep sea, and even the warp.

"captain!"

The first mate's voice 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, and we will sink into the spiritual world!"

The first mate was stunned for a moment. The man who had spent half his life at sea seemed to be unable to believe his ears: "Captain?!"

"Sink into the spirit world - in this way, in at least ten minutes, we can escape the most ferocious wave of the border collapse, and the priest will have a chance to recover," Lawrence ordered again in an unquestionable tone, only this time more Two sentences of explanation, "Execute my orders."

The first mate opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but then he gritted his teeth: "You are the captain!"

The crew began to quickly execute the command from the captain, and Lawrence, who took the helm himself, took a deep breath. The holy emblem 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 holy relic, the ship is sinking into the "spiritual world" interlayer between reality and the deep sea.

There was a mist on the surrounding sea, and the sea was gradually turning black.

This is very dangerous, but in history, not without ships returning to the human world from the state of the spirit world - as a member of the Explorers' Association, he has also read countless books in this regard, as well as various books written by survivors. Such a "survival guide".

How bad can it get? He only needs to let the White Oak hide from a storm on the edge of the spiritual world, and then use the surging power output from the advanced steam turbine to conduct a thrilling "spiritual world drift". If luck still takes care of himself, he can lead his own crew. They return to the world.

Then quickly hand over the **** "abnormal 099" in the warehouse to the consul of the Prand city-state, and from now on, I will never go into the muddy waters of the authorities in my life.

Couldn't be worse.

Lawrence so relieved himself.

Then he saw a three-masted sailboat that was a full circle bigger than the White Oak suddenly appeared on the sea that had suddenly turned pitch-black in the distance. , slammed his head into his face...

Captain Lawrence stared blankly ahead.

"...Fuck."

(Mom! Another surprise!

Thank you for your enthusiasm and support, and thanks to the Silver Alliance from "The morality was eaten"... Dameng, another chapter today =. =

However, this update rhythm is limited to today... After all, the body is not as good as the year 233)