This battle started with the first round of shelling by the Sea Fog. A loud noise like thunder roared across the entire sea area. The shells roared across the sky, and then fell into the sea at the end of the parabola, stirring up monstrous water columns.
and small-scale chaotic surges.
All the shots in the first round were missed, and all the shots in the second round were missed. It was not until the third round of bombardment that the barrage from the Sea Mist finally missed the side of the Lost Home.
The monstrous spiritual flames burned ragingly between every seam and mast of the Lost Home. Duncan held the steering wheel tightly, causing the huge ghost ship to streak across the sea like a moving mountain of flames, and the majestic bow broke open.
He caught the waves in front of him, causing a series of snow-white foam and ripples on both sides of the Lost Home, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a black shadow quickly rushing towards the rear deck.
That was a cannonball from the Sea Mist - after missing many times in succession, the steel battleship seemed to have finally calibrated its cannon, and a cannonball roared towards the rear part of the Lost Home without any bias.
Come on, this time it's finally inevitable.
The scene of slamming the steering wheel to avoid cannonballs will not appear in reality. The huge hull of the Lost Home still has to follow the most basic laws of physics when sailing in the real world...probably.
The ship is about to be hit.
But at the next moment, Duncan suddenly felt that his vision had become extremely sharp. He could even capture the complete trajectory of the cannonball as it slightly tilted and fell, saw the twisted heat wave around the cannonball, and saw the cannonball being pushed away by the shock wave.
The air flow, seeing the red-hot warhead and the vague grooves on the projectile body - he stared at the hot steel, and the steel responded to his call.
At the last moment when it hit the Lost Home, the surface of the shell from the Sea Mist suddenly rose with faint flames, as if it was instantly infected and assimilated by the spiritual fire around the Lost Home. It quietly melted
As a green meteor, it gently fell into the sea of fire rising above the Lost Home in a slow and weird arc.
The shells burning with green flames landed on the deck of the Lost Home, making a loud bang, and the entire ship seemed to tremble - but no additional damage was reported.
"A beautiful capture!" The goat-headed voice suddenly sounded in his mind, bringing Duncan back to his senses, "Captain, how did you do it?!"
"...Subconsciously, I didn't think much about it." Duncan replied casually, and immediately after, more whistling sounds crossed the sky and came directly.
He tensed up his nerves instantly, and while controlling the huge hull of the Lost Home to adjust its course slightly, he tracked the black shadows falling from the sky. Then the next second, the burning hull of the Lost Home suddenly appeared in the sky.
There were green "shooting stars" one after another.
But Duncan's capture is not unlimited. As the distance between the Homeless and the Seamist gets closer, the latter's bombardment begins to become more precise and more ferocious, and the many secondary guns and close-in defense guns it carries are finally effective.
Within the firing range, when the sky was full of barrages falling from the sky, some shells finally began to escape Duncan's sight and hit the hull of the Lost Home.
Amidst the continuous explosions, Duncan saw something suddenly hit the side of the ship near him. A black shadow penetrated the wooden planks there, and after causing serious tearing damage, it fell straight into the
The sea, and the side of the ship that was hit exploded into countless fragments——
Those torn and broken structures flew out, rushed high into the sky, and then stopped, suspended and stagnant in the air in sync with the Lost Home.
This is an extremely weird scene, as if the hull structures that were shattered in the real dimension are still integrated with the Lost Home in a higher dimension. They just appear to be torn apart and fragmented visually.
They are still closely connected!
This reminded Duncan instantly of the bottom of the ship, of the fragmented but still fully functional bulkhead that was immersed in subspace.
And the next second, he saw the fragments that collapsed from the ship's side began to slowly fall, return, and quickly recover as if time was going back.
Duncan finally withdrew his gaze to the side of the ship.
This is the first time he has seen the Lost Home damaged, and also the first time he has seen the ship recover after damage - this ship can heal itself so quickly! And the "healing" process...
…It actually looks like the ship’s hull is directly returned to the state before it was damaged?!
He finally understood why an extremely advanced-looking, heavily armed steel battleship like the Sea Mist could not defeat a ghost ship from a century ago.
The subspace has completely transformed the Lost Home, leaving the entire ship in a weird space-time structure... It is impossible for it to be defeated by ordinary firepower in the real dimension!
The goat-headed voice rang in his mind, with a smug voice: "Captain, the Lost Home is the best ship in the world, right?"
"...There is one thing to say, it is true."
"Then what are your plans next?"
Duncan raised his head slightly and stared at the Sea Fog, which was getting closer and closer: "...I'm going to hit the kids while I'm on my way, and I'm idle when I'm idle, right?"
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"Captain! The ship is speeding over!" First Officer Aiden's voice sounded on the bridge, with a little nervousness in his voice, "The situation is not quite right... The effectiveness of our attack is not even as good as half
In that hasty battle a century ago, more than half of the cannonballs were inexplicably lost in the sea of fire on the Homeless!"
"I can see it," Tirian stood upright on the bridge, staring intently at the ghost ship that was accelerating in this direction and had begun to adjust its course slightly. His hands unconsciously tightened the hand in front of him.
Guardrail, with a gloomy expression as if a storm was coming, "Half a century has passed, 'he' has become more powerful than last time..."
"Then shall we continue to fight?" the first mate asked loudly, "Looking at this, it may not be easy to expel the ship back to the subspace like last time! And I think your father must be very angry now... Then
The current speed of the ship is simply damn fast!"
However, Tirian only had a sullen face, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a deep voice: "...continue to attack."
When he said these words, his eyes were still fixed on the burning huge sail battleship and the stern deck of the battleship.
He knew that there was the steering wheel of the Lost Home, and in those distant and yellowed memories, his father would always stand there.
Is he still there now? Is he watching the Seamist?
Large clouds of smoke rose from the sea, followed by a faint roar that reached the ears.
"The Homeless is firing!"
Some sailors exclaimed.
Tirian was still standing firmly on the captain's seat, like an iceberg standing in the cold sea, but then he frowned.
The Lost Home did not completely adjust to a suitable angle before firing. Instead, it cut into the direction of the Seamist in a slightly inclined arc, and carried out bombardment while traveling.
This meant that only about a quarter of the ship's broadside guns were functional.
Is it just a symbolic counterattack? It has no intention of fighting to the end with the Sea Mist?
This is not my father's style of acting, nor is it in line with the experience of that encounter half a century ago. In that encounter half a century ago, the Lost Home and the Sea Mist fought until the last moment, until both ships were
The battle ended with heavy damage.
As a result of that battle, the Homeless's repair ability reached its limit, and it had to temporarily retreat to the subspace. The Seamist almost sank, and it took three years for the Seamist to reappear on the Infinite Sea.
But the current situation does not allow Tirian to continue thinking.
The Lost Home's counterattack arrived - compared to the situation where the Sea Fog missed all its shots in the first and second rounds, every shelling fired by the ghost ship after it entered the effective range was so accurate that it was chilling.
More than a dozen blazing green fireballs streaked across the sea and hit the steel battleship like meteorites. In an instant, there was a roar and spiritual fire boiling.
Layers of light floated around the Sea Fog. The ship's church and various sacred objects spontaneously activated and began to resist the spread of pollution caused by the flames. However, a large number of horrors still appeared on the hull of the steel battleship in an instant.
The human hollow - the burning cast-iron cannonball is like a ball of fire falling into the snow. Everything in contact with the flame, whether it is wood or steel, is melted, swallowed, and disappears in the blink of an eye.
No matter how strong the armor is, it has lost its meaning - the Homeless HMS's attack does not rely on kinetic energy and explosions to be effective, but is based on devouring and transferring in a higher dimension. The Sea Mist is like a pencil drawing under an eraser, being destroyed.
The falling cannonballs were "erasing", and half of the main guns were wiped out in the first round. After the second round, several holes appeared on its sides that would have caused sinking on an ordinary ship.
The Hai Mist's attack was forced to terminate, and most of its power was lost in the blink of an eye.
Tirian's eyes widened.
Something's wrong...it's different, completely different from last time!
He didn't recognize this ship. This was not the Homeless Ship he remembered!
And in this astonishment, he noticed that the Homeless suddenly stopped shelling.
The ghost ship inflated all its sails and swept up huge waves in the entire sea area. Its speed suddenly increased to the limit, and it rushed straight towards the Seamist.
"...Left full rudder! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
First mate Aiden suddenly shouted, and the helmsman began to turn the steering wheel desperately, trying to avoid the upcoming collision with the warship under his feet - but all efforts failed.
"The rudder has failed!" the helmsman shouted in horror, "it is turning on its own! We are taking the initiative to meet it!"
Just as the helmsman said, the Sea Mist was taking the initiative to meet the ghost ship.
Tirian had already noticed this strange movement. He heard the machines under his feet whining abnormally, and heard all the windows around him rattling. He saw the remaining turrets on the deck with their barrels hanging down one by one.
In the several large holes opened by the Homeless Ship, green flames were rising higher and higher.
This is a nightmare that never happened in that fierce battle half a century ago——