Deep Sea Embers Chapter 4: Spiritual Biaoboat

The dark green flames burned on the body, flesh and bones turned into translucent spiritual bodies in the flames, Duncan steered the rudder of the Homeless in this flowing fire, and his perception seemed to follow the flames all the way Spread out, and eventually spread to the entire ship.

Turns out, it doesn't need a crew at all.

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

Duncan fell into a brief panic when the green flames rose into the air, but in the past few days of exploration he had seen more than one paranormal phenomenon on this ship, these experiences made him forcibly calm down and He didn't let go of the steering wheel in those crucial 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 looking at it now, the power of this flame is helping him to control it. Underfoot this ghost ship.

The tsunami of cheers in his mind gradually faded, and Duncan felt his mind clearer than ever. Homeless felt all kinds of indescribable "touches" like his extended limbs, although He still doesn't have the knowledge and experience to be a qualified captain, but at least, now he has the ability to run the ship by himself.

The spiritual body sails like gauze and mist are bulging on the mast, and many auxiliary horn sails and side sails begin to adjust their angles. Consistent momentum was drawn from the invisible turbulent wind, and the huge Homeless ended its aimless drifting and began to stabilize under the push of the sail.

Duncan tried to turn the steering wheel in his hand, and the actual force feedback came into his mind. He could feel the huge hull under his feet finally starting to turn gradually, and began to try to stay away from the boundless fog ahead.

However, the speed of the steering still seems to be insufficient. The boundless 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, it is approaching the limit of reality... We're about to fall into the spirit world! Captain, we need to..."

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

The goat head quieted down instantly, but just when Duncan thought that the other party had finally stopped, it suddenly heard its hoarse, shrill and even a little creepy shouting 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, accepted the supernatural power on this ship, and even accepted that he was being slowly simmered by a green fire. But no matter what, he never imagined 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 this moment!

But the looming thick fog did not give Duncan more opportunities to think and complain, even though Homeless had begun to steer rapidly - given its huge hull, the steering speed could almost be used for drifting. To describe it, 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. slice space.

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. Indistinct, indistinct black threads, those black threads 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 spirit world!" The goat's head's loud and strange "come on" sound finally stopped, and its cry somehow sounded as if it came from a very distant place, and there were countless numbers in the middle. It was a deep and detailed murmur, as if there were a lot of malevolent voices surrounding Duncan, "But the Homeless hasn't fallen completely - Captain, take the helm, the Homeless has power until it sinks into the deep sea. Keep heading, we can still get out!"

"Only if I know where to go!" Duncan growled, 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 better than the markings on the chart!"

Duncan: "..."

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

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

The Lost Home 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 pitch black. In this dim sky and fog, the corner of Duncan's eyes suddenly caught something that seemed to be gradually emerging in the fog.

The next second, he realized that it was a ship, a white ship that looked a little smaller than Homeless, with a dark chimney 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 toward—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 raging, the boundless sea is releasing its terrifying power, and in the face of the natural power that is enough to tear apart the extraordinary powerhouse, the "White Oak" is squeezing out the last steam turbine. A little strength to fight the fate of death.

The gray-haired captain, Lawrence Creed, stood in the wheelhouse, whose sturdy walls and glass windows did not give him any sense of security, his hands clasped at the rudder, and the dying White Oak issued The roar and spasm seemed to pour directly into his mind through the series of gears and connecting rods behind the steering wheel.

Through the wide window, he could clearly see the astonishing huge waves rising 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 sea in the distance, and the thick fog looming 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 powered in "normal" waters, but now it and its captain have to face, But it is the collapsing frontier of reality, the bitter cold that is spreading from the fetid palaces of the evil gods at the bottom of the world.

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

The first mate's shrill scream came from the side, and Lawrence heard a hoarse echo from the other party's voice. He then looked in front of the bridge and saw the incense burner placed on the prayer table rising up. An ominous purple-black flame, and the venerable and loyal clergyman in dark blue robes sat trembling in front of the incense burner, blood in his nose and mouth, madness and sobriety in his eyes alternately appear.

Lawrence's heart sank.

He knows that the venerable priest is still on the side of mankind, and he is fighting the cry from "the depths of the world" with his last devotion and his purest and most holy soul, but this insistence It was already the end of the fight, and the purple-black smoke coming out of the incense burner was the proof that the pollution had 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 officer'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, 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 - so at least in ten minutes, we can avoid the most ferocious wave of the border collapse, and the priest has a chance to recover," Lawrence ordered again in an unquestionable tone, but this There are two more explanations, "Execute my command."

The chief 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 carry out the command from the captain~IndoMTL.com~ 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 shrouded white The invisible protective force field around the Oak is rapidly weakening, and the protection of the sacred object is lost. The ship is sinking into the "spiritual" interlayer between reality and the deep sea.

A mist appeared on the surrounding sea, and the water was gradually darkening.

This is very dangerous, but in history, it is not that no ships have returned to the human world from the state of the spirit world - as a member of the Explorers' Association, he has also read the books on this aspect countless times, as well as written by survivors. of various "survival guides".

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 favors him, he can lead his own crew. Return to the world.

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

It couldn't be worse.

Lawrence is so relieved.

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. The arc of , and slammed into the face...

Captain Lawrence stared blankly ahead.

"...Fuck."

(Mom! Another surprise!

Thank you for everyone's 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)