Deep Sea Embers Chapter 385: The battle is over

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A shadow shrouded in darkness, a battleship that seems to be made up of smoke, thick fog, and various wreckages, is traveling with the White Oak, charging towards the approaching Haiyan in the distance—— From the silhouette of the ship shrouded in thick fog, it can still be vaguely seen that it has the same origin as the White Oak.

It is not the same as the memory, but Lawrence still recognized it at the first time—even though it looks broken, distorted, and weird now, it still touches you like every time you meet in a dream his memory.

That was the Black Oak, and there she was, sailing with the White Oak just as she remembered the last time they sailed together.

A burst of loud whistle sounded suddenly, interrupting the old captain's astonishment and wild thoughts at the moment. The whistle sound came from the phantom ship, as if to remind Lawrence that this is not the time to be in a daze.

Howling shells fell from the sky, and the shelling from the Haiyan kept going. Lawrence suddenly turned his head and saw a ball of fire hitting the bow of the White Oak.

The flames soared into the sky, and were assimilated and absorbed by the raging green flames on the ship in an instant. A part of the bow was torn into pieces, and the hot metal scattered and cracked—but the next second, those broken pieces The structure began to recover as if going back in time, and it was restored to its original state in the green flame rising.

Lawrence felt that something was "losing", as if physical strength and life were being cut from his "perception", but the lost part was quickly replenished from the blazing spirit body flames in all directions, Immediately afterwards, the self-defense artillery on the bow and side of the White Oak roared, and the shells, like raging wraiths, made chilling screams as they rushed out of the barrel, and streaked across the air. A faint green stream of light. Almost at the same moment, the "Black Oak" next to it also began to attack—accompanied by the roar of artillery, flashes of light burst out one after another in the rising black fog, and illusory shells rushed out of the dense fog , falling in the direction of the distant enemy ship.

Lawrence held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, feeling the powerful tremors of the ship under his feet amidst the roar of the artillery, he felt his perception spread further, and even surged along with the flying shells and the surroundings The sea water filled the entire sea area, and at the edge of his perception, the "Haiyan" was like a bonfire in the night, exuding a strong and somewhat dazzling... sense of existence.

Not so long ago, it was a hopeless opponent for the White Oak, but at this moment, Lawrence only felt that the prey was so delicious...delicious.

A moment later, the return artillery fire from the White Oak finally landed on the Haiyan for the first time. Accompanied by a huge explosion and flames, that strange warship seemed to be slammed by some invisible giant mouth. A piece was "gouged out" as if bitten out of thin air, and in the huge scar that was swallowed up, the strange and twisted structure inside the ship could be seen impressively.

The attack is effective, but it is not enough.

"Full speed," Lawrence held the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the enemy ship that was still approaching, he already knew what he should do—or what the White Oak needed at this moment, "We need Supplement."

First officer Gus's voice sounded on the bridge: "Yes, full speed!"

The steam core roared further, and the White Oak, which was already sailing at high speed, further increased its speed to the limit, and began to pounce on the distant Petrel like a swift falcon—the Black Oak was still accompanying it like a reflection Navigation, always maintain the same speed, the same heading.

The Haiyan in the distance showed no signs of changing course or slowing down to avoid it. The ship that launched a blind onslaught from the moment it appeared was like an irrational and out-of-control beast. After the situation turned unfavorable, it has been faithfully executing its original goal: attacking the enemy.

Two ships, one shrouded in dark green flames, and the other covered with twisted and dark strange structures, simultaneously launched a full-speed charge towards each other—the piercing and frightening whistle almost tore through the sky, and the two ships passed The more and more intensive artillery roar shook the entire ocean, and the distance between them was getting closer and closer. Almost all the artillery shells bombarded each other fell on the hull of the opponent. The big explosion tore the hull, and the hot burning debris splashed on Sea and sky!

On the bridge of the White Oak, Lawrence just stared at the front. Everyone was staring in the same direction as him. All the sailors' minds seemed to be tightly grasped by something. There was suddenly no fear, no hesitation in every living being, only the feverish anticipation of the imminent, doomed collision—and then, at last, the two ships touched.

Like a loose snowball being pressed against the outer wall of a blazing furnace, the bow of the Haiyan sank straight into the raging spirit body flames around the White Oak, accompanied by harsh noises and tens of thousands of people. With the loud noise of shouting in unison, the seemingly solid steel hull melted inch by inch in the green flames. With the continuation of the "impact", the Petrel began to disappear from the beginning to the end deep in the wall of fire. This scene seemed... ... It's like being swallowed whole.

And until the last turret at the stern of the Haiyan was completely swallowed up by the flames of the spirit body, the fierce confrontation between the two ships never stopped for a moment.

And then, it was finally over.

The self-defense cannons on the White Oak finally stopped roaring. After the enemy disappeared, the roar of the steam core gradually subsided, and the rising spiritual body flames on the ship also slowly gathered. It calmed down and began to burn quietly against the hull.

Lawrence was a little dazed for a moment, and his hands had left the steering wheel at some point. He raised his head and looked around the scene on the bridge.

The sailors turned their heads to look at him one by one, each of them showed a ghost-like posture surrounded by spirit bodies, and their empty eyes seemed to have lost the reason and humanity that belonged to human beings.

Lawrence blinked, but just a second before the muddle in his mind was about to swallow him completely, a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes.

It was a young man, he appeared out of thin air, stepped over the rising spiritual body flames around him, he was wearing the dark blue robe of the priest of the Deep Sea Church, and the holy emblem on his chest was emitting a blazing flame , He strode over, grabbed the burning holy emblem on his chest with one hand, and suddenly pressed it firmly against Lawrence's chest.

A scorching heat spread from his chest, and Lawrence felt that his faltering mind suddenly stabilized, and humanity and reason returned to his soul at the same time.

As the captain woke up, the sailors on the ship also woke up one by one. People looked at each other in blank dismay, as if they hadn't recalled the end of the battle just now, recalling the last battle between the White Oak and the Haiyan and " In the scene of "hitting", some people exclaimed in fear, some subconsciously checked their bodies, and some raised their heads and set their eyes on the young priest who suddenly appeared on the bridge.

Lawrence frowned, and after looking at the young man in front of him for a long time, he finally hesitated and said, "Pastor...Jason?"

"It's me, thank God, you can finally see me," the young priest on board panted heavily, as if he had just climbed out of the sea, his robes were soaked, and he spoke From time to time, a stream of water flowed down his hair and neck, "Thank you Lord of Storms for your protection—I have been yelling by your side for several days."

Lawrence still felt that his mind was a little unclear, and it took him a few seconds to gradually recall another inconsistency in the past few days——

There should be a priest on board the ship, just like there should be a sun in the sky, but in the past period of time, he has never seen this young priest.

Pastor Jason disappeared from everyone's sight, and even from everyone's memory—so much so that people even forgot the common sense that "there should be a ship's priest on board".

Lawrence noticed the disappearance of the sun, but only now did he realize that the pastor Jason was also missing.

"What happened to...?"

The old captain slowly turned his head as if he had just woken up from a dream, and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, in the past few days, I seem to have been separated into two dimensions with you," the wet young pastor shook his head with a wry smile, "I can see you, but you have no one." Seeing me, it's like I'm an outsider on the ship. Until just now... the whole ship changed in the flames, and I felt this partition become loose, and at the same time I noticed you Your mental state is not right, so you want to use the holy emblem to stabilize your sanity—fortunately, this last step has finally caught up..."

Lawrence listened to the pastor's narration, and the messy thoughts and conjectures in his mind came one after another, and when he heard the other party mention the words "wrong mental state" ~IndoMTL.com~ a belated fear finally finally appeared in his heart.

He recalled the strange state of himself and the other crew members in the last few minutes of the battle with the Haiyan just now, and a cold sweat seemed to be leaking from his back.

However, he didn't sweat—he was still wrapped in the flames of the spirit body, and this ghostly body showed no sign of recovery at all.

Lawrence lowered his head, looked at his arm that was still in the state of an illusory spirit body, and already had a lot of guesses in his mind.

"Blessings from the Lost Home..." The old captain shook his head bitterly. Looking at it seems that it is not a simple matter, but at least we survived... If this is really the state of a living person...

Speaking, he slowly raised his head again, looking at the sea beside him through the porthole not far away.

The ship, shrouded in fog and shadow, remained as still as the shadow of the White Oak.