Deep Sea Embers

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Layers of sealed underground depths, hidden facilities that lead directly to the sea, huge projects that no one knows about, secrets buried between countless truths and lies... half a century of concealment, the hopes and expectations of the past, and the fear that continues to this day. and taboos.

All of these, gathered in front of Agatha at this moment, were cast in cold metal and hung silently between the intertwined beams like skeletons, like the years that had solidified and then moved again...a machine built secretly by the city-state authorities. submersible.

Agatha stood quietly in front of the huge and silent machine, staring at the pile of steel through the thick black cloth, and a silent pressure seemed to be jumping on the edge of her perception.

After a long time, she finally broke the silence, her voice hoarse: "How did you find out?"

"There is a lot of luck involved," Tyrian said. "I believe that even among the confidants of Winston Archon, there are only a handful of people who know about this matter, and most of them may have died in the final defense. During the war, but after taking over the work of the city hall, I noticed unusual flows of funds and personnel, and they all pointed to a non-public scientific research project in this port." He said, turning his head and looking at that A behemoth suspended between steel beams.

"There is nothing to say about the rest. Since Nangang has been completely occupied, we let go and searched extensively here, and then found a suspicious warehouse, a suspicious shaft, a suspicious underground facility, and a suspicious of submersibles.”

Tirian's expression was calm when he talked about this. However, even if he was just listening, Agatha couldn't help but marvel at the ability of this "Iron Lieutenant General"... He took over and understood Hanshuang's secrets so quickly. Everything, this is completely unlike what a person who has been away from the city-state for half a century can do.

Such a confidential facility cannot be found easily by finding some clues. It was as if he had never left Hanshuang.

"Can this machine be used now?" Agatha couldn't help but ask after a short silence.

"It needs to be checked," Tirian shook his head. "Although this submersible is based on the blueprint left by the Frost Queen, it uses a lot of modern and even modern technologies, and there are many more in this facility. "We need to understand the status and function of the above-ground devices used to support the operation of submersibles, such as air pumps, steel cables and communication equipment." "The bad news is that the people who know these technical details are probably gone and dead." During the previous Frost Defense War.

When we discovered this underground facility, it was locked from the inside. The people inside seemed to want to keep the monsters in isolation cells, but they didn't know the scale of the disaster. "Tirion shook his head slightly when he said this; "But there is good news," he raised his hand and pointed around. "The submersible is intact, including everything in this hall. "

Agatha didn't speak, she just 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 vision. The bloodstains on the door were faintly outlined with palm prints. The outline, the vitality in the blood has passed away, but the outline is still glowing slightly in her field of vision.

Tirian's voice came from the side, interrupting Agatha's thoughts: "Next, I will try to find the insiders of this secret project-maybe not all technicians were staying in this facility at the time, but If we really can’t find any surviving technicians, we can only let some old guys in the Sea Mist Fleet try their luck.”

Agatha frowned in confusion: "Sea Mist Fleet" Tirian showed a smile on his face: "They participated in the submersible project back then. They will be surprised when they see this submersible. Agatha fell silent. Thousands of emotions rose and fell in her heart. She didn't know whether she should lament the reincarnation of history, or be grateful 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 eyes stopped at the door leading to the hall. At the door in the direction of the elevator, he nodded slightly, as if paying tribute to this unknown folly and feat.

The sea breeze was gentle, the breaking waves were rolling, and the surging power output from the steam core drove the ship under his feet. The cold sea breeze blowing in the face dispelled the distracting thoughts in his mind. Lawrence stood on the high front deck of the White Oak, wearing his Wearing the boatman's coat that he had worn for many years, he looked at the sea in the distance; however, the old boatman's heart was not as calm as he appeared at the moment. A gentle female voice came from the small mirror hanging on his chest. Come on, "get nervous"

“This tension has not diminished since we left Hanshuang,” Lawrence smacked his lips, “After all, this is about taking the initiative to ‘meet’ that ship.

For a hundred years, the sailors on the Infinite Sea have only tried their best to escape from the ship, but we are actively approaching it. If I tell you this, the guys in the Explorers Association will definitely think I am crazy.

There are few sailors on the "Infinite Sea" who are not crazy - and you will become the most sober legend among these crazy sailors. Martha said with a smile in her tone, "Just thinking about it, does it give you a little motivation?" "Lawrence sighed: "You think it will be a comfort to tell a man who is about to be sent to the gallows that the noose given to him is the most beautiful of all ropes - you can even tie him with a bow. Is it effective?

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: "Okay! As long as the noose works, let alone tie a bow, you guys will kill me It can be tied into a bow!"

Lawrence's mouth suddenly trembled, and he turned to look at the direction where the sound came from - on the high flagpole on the bow of the ship, a noose was hanging down, Anomaly 007 was hanging himself on the noose, and as the ship moved It was swaying back and forth, looking evil and strange.

"You're not going to come down yet." Lawrence looked at the mummy hanging on the flagpole angrily, "You've been hanging there all day."

"What if it suddenly works? I felt a little sleepy just now," the mummy hung himself on the flagpole with a noose. "I'll hang up for a while longer - you agreed." I can Choose a place for yourself to sleep. "

"I promised you that you could choose a place to rest for yourself without affecting other people, but you didn't say at that time that you were going to hang yourself on the flagpole." Lawrence stared, "I advise you to give up. Well, your sealing method has obviously failed - following me to report to the Lost Home is your only option.

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

"Why are you asking me?" "Your intuition has always been sharp. You were also responsible for deciding the date of each departure."

"Do you even remember this?

There was an exclamation in Martha's 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 Home Fleet? And this is not the first time you and That ship meets."

"That's the truth - but being nervous is also really nervous." Lawrence sighed and adjusted his collar subconsciously, "Besides, the last time I met that ship was not worth remembering at all. That scene would be a nightmare for any ship."

"Be more open-minded. At least this time the Homeless Ship won't run straight towards you." A burst of creaking, tooth-wrenching noise suddenly interrupted Martha's words.

The next second, Lawrence discovered that layers of 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 turn of the rudder! In the blink of an eye, it was originally The still calm sea changed its appearance. Countless hair-like, dark and terrifying shadows suddenly appeared on the blue sea surface. The sunlight in the sky also became dim, illusory, and thick clouds and fog were as big as giants. The curtain fell from the sky, and the entire ocean was polluted by the "hair" and became pitch black. The mummy hanging on the flagpole screamed almost instantly. Amidst the shrill screams of the mummies and the exclamations of the sailors, Lawrence realized that the White Oak had been dragged into the spiritual world by some powerful force - accompanied by a thrilling roar and sudden waves, A towering ship silhouette burning with raging flames rushed out from the thick fog in front!

The Homeless Ship appeared, like a blazing mountain cliff, it was overwhelmingly crushing towards this side. The scream of Anomaly 077 almost echoed throughout the entire sea area.

"It's coming, it's coming!

Damn, I did bump into him after all!

I don’t want to play anymore! I want to go home! Put me down! I want to go home!

Ah -" Then, the bow of the Lost Home suddenly stopped amidst the piercing screams of "Sailor"... It was less than half a meter away from the side of the bow of the White Oak, and stopped in an incredible way. Come down.

Lawrence stood at the bow of the ship in a daze. After a long while, he turned his eyes. Then he raised his head somewhat dullly and looked at the ghost ship towering in front of him in the blazing flames. The terrifying scene in his memory was different from that of the ship. Reality converged, and he came to this location again, witnessing this apocalyptic scenery once again.

The Lost Home came, and a tall figure appeared in his field of vision. Duncan Abnomar, the eternal owner of the Lost Home, stood on the high side of the ship, overlooking this side. This was Lawrence's second He came face to face with this legendary being for the first time, and then he heard the other person speak. The voice was low, like majestic thunder, "Lawrence, what's going on on your ship?"