Deep Sea Embers Chapter 409: Twins

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Amidst the roar of artillery fire, a strange twin ghost ship came across like this, and rushed across the battlefield under the noses of the two warring parties. Those "fake" warships in the depths of the fog were stunned for several seconds.

Afterwards, he heard Aiden's voice coming from the side: "Boat...Captain, the one who ran past just now seemed to come out of the fog, shall we... fight?"

On the bridge, all eyes turned to their captain, because what the captain said a moment ago still lingers in everyone's mind:

After the war started, all new things that appeared in this sea area were enemies.

"...Fuck!" After a few seconds of embarrassing silence, Tirian finally opened his eyes

He shouted, "Can you catch up?! And you didn't see the shadow of that ship in the sea?"

Aiden shrank his neck suddenly, a reflection flashed across his bare head, he hesitated and said, "I saw it, that shadow... seems to be entwined with spiritual fire."

As soon as the chief mate finished speaking, a low-pitched roar came from the depths of the Sea Fog's hull, and at the same time, the whistle above the deck suddenly blew—this former homeless fleet transformed by extraordinary power

The main battleship seemed to be responding spontaneously, affirming the first officer's judgment.

"The ship has also sensed." Aiden looked up and looked around, looking at Tirian with a complicated expression, "Captain, what did you say about the origin of the ship just now?"

"...Maybe it's my father's arrangement," Tirian said with a serious expression, "don't get into it, just keep fighting. In addition, inform all friendly forces, including the Frost Navy, not to stop that weird...

Forget it, estimate the speed..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sailor listening to the radio suddenly received some news, and then he stood up and reported loudly: "Captain! Frost Navy's Sea Owl, contacted, saying that there was a ship just now. The ghost ship with an extremely fast speed and strange appearance suddenly rushed past them and headed straight for Frost Island, and they asked if it was our ship."

Tirion squeezed the center of his brows hard, and waved his hand after a while: "You can't mention the Lost Homeland to them.

Let's just say it's a friendly army, and don't explain anything else. After the battle situation has stabilized, I will go to 'him to confirm the situation. "

"Yes, Captain!"

The artillery roared, and the flames and explosions in the fog did not calm down a little because of this momentary interlude. Among the huge water columns rising into the sky in the distance, Tirian's thoughtful gaze penetrated the dense darkness of the battle zone. Fog quietly watched the direction where the strange ship left just now.

"I think we just hit something!"

Lawrence hurried back to his desk from the side of the porthole, said loudly to a small mirror on the table, and then looked up anxiously, seeing the dim sea outside the porthole, as if There are countless shadowy and illusory things floating on the surface of the sea, and it is impossible for people to distinguish which is real and which is phantom.

White Oak itself is passing through those phantoms at an astonishing speed.

A black mist surged in the mirror, and a female adventurer wearing a captain's uniform appeared in the mist.

"We didn't hit it," said Martha with a happy smile on her face, "we just almost hit it."

"It's scary to almost hit it!" Lawrence picked up the small mirror and said quickly as he walked towards the window, "I didn't find out when there was no reference just now-what are we now? Speed?!"

"Very fast, very very fast—a formless and formless phantom that can travel through the waves like the wind," Martha smiled, looking into Lawrence's eyes through the mirror, "Do you remember what you said to me many years ago?" Have you ever said that? You said that you would transform the White Oak and Black Oak into the best pioneer exploration ships, and then, together with me, sail across the sea like the wind... My love, we are now at least Grade seven to eight."

"I'm a metaphor! A metaphor!" Lawrence's eyes showed a hint of horror, because just as he spoke, he saw another huge phantom.

As if brushing the porthole in front of you and skimming back, the phantom bridge is towering, the turret on the side of the hull is pointing far away, it is fighting fiercely with the enemy in another dimension, and the White Oak-Black Oak seems to be directly from Its main gun rushed past the muzzle.

A moment later, Lawrence raised his hand and tapped his forehead, sighing: "Forget it, as long as you can guarantee your safety

OK, what's the situation outside now? "

"We are crossing the sea in the war zone." Martha's tone was gentle and calm.

"War zone? Who is fighting?"

Martha in the mirror turned her head, as if she was observing the situation on her side, and turned her gaze back after a while: "The Frost Navy in the real world, and the famous Sea Fog Fleet, and they The opponents are the fakes that have floated up from the mirror to the real world."

Lawrence's heart sank, and his expression became serious: "...is it the last moment?"

"It looks like it's here," Martha said softly, "The mirror image is overlapping with the real world, and the final 'reversal' has begun."

"Why so fast? Didn't you say that the process is not so early?"

"I can only make general conjectures. After Lawrence broke away from the ranks of fakes, the connection between me and this mirror world has been weakening rapidly. I don't know what happened, but it is obvious that someone consciously accelerated the mirror reflection. The process of phase..."

Lawrence didn't speak for a while, just looking out the window, looking at the hazy and chaotic sea and the phantoms passing by, and asked suddenly after a few seconds: "We are still sailing in the mirror sea ?”

"Yes, we are still trapped in this mirror world," Martha nodded, "but the barrier between the mirror image and the real world is blurring—there is not much time left for us."

"What would happen if inversion was actually done?" Lawrence asked.

"A city-state becomes a hotbed of ancient gods descending, what do you think will happen?" Martha asked calmly.

Lawrence pressed his temple subconsciously.

"...Damn, how far are we from the frost?"

"We are almost there," Martha raised her hand in the mirror and pointed out the window, "I can already see the lights of the port area from my side, and countless ships are gathering in the surrounding waters. wreck, countless replicas—but they ignored the Black Oak, at least temporarily."

Lawrence nodded with a serious expression. He took the mirror used to talk to Martha, opened the door to leave his captain's cabin, and asked in a deep voice as he walked towards the bridge: "After arriving at Frost , what do you need me to do?"

"Find their lair - the power used to create and maintain this mirror world is deep in the frost, and I can feel its approximate location," Martha's always smiling face turned into Seriously, she looked into Lawrence's eyes, and her tone was extremely serious, "And once you start looking for it, the fakes entrenched around the city-state should also react immediately, and I will find a way to hold them back."

"...Can it be dealt with with just two ships of black oak and white oak? As you said just now, countless ships are gathering..."

"We are part of the Lost Fleet, Lawrence," Martha smiled again, "and we are not the only ones participating in this battle."

Lawrence quickly reacted and looked out the corridor window thoughtfully.

Those shadowy and huge ship shadows are fighting on the distant sea. As time goes by, the boundary between the mirror image and reality is further blurring. The seas will all be ablaze.

"I understand," Lawrence nodded, looked away from the window, and continued to walk quickly towards the bridge, "but there is one last question, I can lead the team into Frost, but we should How to deal with that... thing in the depths of the city-state? If it is, as you said, an ancient **** or a part of an ancient god, ordinary weapons may not be able to deal with it."

The bridge is here.

Lawrence collected himself and stepped forward to push open the door.

His first mate, second mate, on board

The priest, his crew, are here waiting for him.

There is also that weird-looking abnormal 077-sailor—this mummy found a crew cap from the White Oak ship somewhere and put it on top of its head, and it is also sitting on a certain chair in a decent manner at the moment , is curiously and intently studying the work of other crew members.

Lawrence walks towards them ~IndoMTL.com~ The crew rises to salute him.

Martha's voice came from the mirror: "You will have help."

Lawrence responded to the greetings from the crew, and when he heard it, he looked at Martha in the mirror in surprise: "Help?"

"Yes, helper—for many years in the past, they have been fighting in the depths of this mirror world, trying to break through the gate leading to the deepest part of the city-state, but they have never succeeded. You go find them, You don’t need to explain why you’re here, they’ll naturally be your help…probably.”

"Probably?!"

"Because I'm not sure what kind of existence they are, and whether they can communicate with people-Lawrence, you know, although I have been wandering here for many years, I don't have much freedom."

"Okay, I see, helper," Lawrence sighed, and then he couldn't help but be curious, "I thought we were the only ones fighting against the 'fakes' around here, but I didn't expect there were other People, who are they?"

"They call themselves...the Queen's Guard."