The White Oak stopped on the sea, and the Black Oak, which was shrouded in thick fog like a shadow, also stopped with it. In the latter's hazy shadow, there seemed to be an invitation hidden.
Lawrence looked at the ship and seemed a little hesitant.
"Should we... send someone up to take a look?" First Mate Gus's voice came from the side, waking Lawrence up from his reverie.
Lawrence turned his head and looked at the first mate beside him who had been following him through thick and thin for twenty or thirty years:
"You recognized it too, right?"
"...The last time we saw it was also near the frost," the first mate looked at the sea not far away, his tone seemed quite complicated. Like Lawrence, he was still wrapped in burning green flames at this moment, and his body
He showed an illusory posture like a ghost, "After so many years, several of our old subordinates have known about your situation, but no one dares to mention this matter..."
Lawrence was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke softly: "Remember not long ago, you saw a figure standing on the deck talking to me?"
The first mate was startled for a moment and immediately reacted: "That was..."
"It's Martha - the Martha that only I can see in the past many years," Lawrence said in a low voice, but what he said made the first mate gradually widen his eyes, "During this time, I was
I saw her more than once on the ship, and I also heard her voice while exploring the Dagger Island... I always thought it was because this strange sea area was amplifying the hallucinations in my mind, but now it seems that the situation
It’s not that simple.”
The first mate slowly turned his head and looked at the Black Oak, which was shrouded in fog and kept silent and dead. After a long time, he broke the silence: "This is not an illusion, it is here."
Lawrence pursed his lips, as if he was deep in thought. After a few seconds, he suddenly spoke: "Send the signal and see how it reacts."
The first mate nodded immediately: "Yes, Captain."
After a while, a set of lights on the side of the White Oak came on.
The crew members who still maintained their ghostly state turned the baffle in front of the searchlight, shooting a series of regular flashes at the black "ghost ship" that was just around the corner.
Lawrence stood on the bridge, staring in the direction of the black ghost ship. He was waiting for some kind of response from the ship - but seemed to be afraid of seeing any response from it.
"Martha...are you there..."
The tension caused him to subconsciously grab the armrest beside him, while muttering softly as if talking to himself.
The next second, in the thick black fog, a shaking light spot appeared on the deck of the Black Oak. The light spot lit up for a few seconds, then went out, then lit up again, repeating three times.
"...It responded." The first mate turned his head and looked at his captain with a somewhat complicated expression. "You can wait here first. I will send a few sailors up to check the situation."
"No, I'll go there myself," Lawrence waved his hand. As his expression gradually calmed down, he had obviously made a decision. "If this is really a phenomenon caused by my gradually losing control of my mind, let other sailors go there rashly."
That ship will definitely be dangerous... I need to face this matter, and only I can solve it myself."
The first mate obviously wanted to say something else, but in front of the captain who had already made up his mind, he could only swallow his words of dissuasion: "I understand."
Lawrence nodded slightly: "Go and help me prepare, lanterns, ropes, weapons, ammunition, and..."
He suddenly stopped and looked at the bridge not far away.
A shriveled mummy wearing an old-time sailor's smock was carefully moving to the side bit by bit. It was using the shadow of the bridge as a cover, trying hard to avoid attracting other people's attention. At this time, it was already moving quickly.
We're at the noose.
Lawrence thought for a while: "I'll take it with me - we can't leave an out-of-control anomaly on the White Oak, and its state is too wrong."
Anomaly 077 stopped momentarily.
At the same time, in Frost City, at the sewage treatment center near Cemetery No. 4, guards in black were still vigilantly guarding various intersections, and two soldiers were specially guarding the unlucky administrator - the latter was slumped.
Standing next to a pipe next to the sewage sedimentation tank, his face was pale and his body was still shaking a little, but he still tried hard to answer every question from the guards.
"I don't know, I really don't know... How can I tell..." The only ordinary person left at the scene, the only "human" alive in the entire sewage treatment center, the balding middle-aged administrator kept saying...
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his face was filled with fear and nervousness, "It's always been nice here. I've known those people for more than a day, and there's never anything wrong with them..."
"Relax, you are just an ordinary person, and it is normal for you to be blinded by extraordinary power." The guard in black who was responsible for questioning had to comfort the frightened administrator, and at the same time looked up at the sedimentation tank from time to time.
"The gatekeepers will take care of the freaks - Lady Agatha will be back soon."
The administrator subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the empty space. Then, the terrible scene not long ago seemed to invade his mind again - the three "church pastors" suddenly turned into unfamiliar faces, and the terrifying deep demon emerged from the air.
In the middle of the night, more than a dozen processing center employees turned into twisted humanoid monsters, and a fierce battle broke out with the guards in black...
The unfortunate manager suddenly shivered and quickly closed his eyes, but the darkness brought about by closing his eyes aroused new fear. He opened his eyes, with lingering fear on his face.
The black-clothed guard nearby noticed this scene, but could only cast a sympathetic look.
After spending so long in ignorance in the sewage treatment center that had been turned into a den of freaks, surrounded by lurking murderous cultists and fake freaks that had been replaced by elements - when the truth was suddenly revealed, he didn't
Being frightened into a lunatic is already a sign of excellent psychological quality.
Those employees who turned into fakes were probably replaced by one day after another, and now this manager is obviously the last one left. If the guards hadn't suddenly broken through this place, this manager would have ended up being replaced.
The next "fake" - he can obviously think of this himself, and this kind of fear is indescribable.
After the incident here is over, this manager may never be able to return to work at the sewage treatment center - let alone work, he may need long-term psychological treatment to return to normal life, but this is not the guardian
Something to consider.
The guards are more worried about the situation of their boss at the moment - there is no doubt about the power of the gatekeeper Agatha. Three ordinary annihilation priests plus a dozen fake freaks who can only be regarded as cannon fodder cannot be that person.
Lady's rival, but now...she hasn't come back yet.
After a while, even the manager, who was in a state of panic, noticed the tense and solemn atmosphere at the scene. He raised his head and glanced at the guards in black clothes who were on alert around him. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but speak.
Said: "Excuse me...are you okay with the gatekeeper?"
"Ms. Agatha is in the spirit world. She is worried that the battle between extraordinary beings will affect you, an ordinary person, and damage the sewage treatment equipment here," a female guard in black said in a deep voice, with a steady voice.
With reassuring power, "Don't worry, no heretic can defeat Bartok's gatekeeper in the spiritual world. She was probably continuing to investigate clues, so she was delayed in returning."
The manager nodded quickly: "Okay... Okay.
And in the next second, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew through the factory area, and several guards in black who were guarding the intersection looked at the open space near the sedimentation tank.
The female guard who spoke just now breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on her face: "Ah, it seems that Ms. Agatha has solved the trouble."
As the guardian's voice fell, phantoms suddenly appeared one after another in the open space next to the sedimentation tank - as if another dimension was reconnecting with the real dimension, hazy and illusory shadows appeared in the air one after another, and
In just a few breaths, those shadows quickly solidified and fell onto the dirty ground.
They were a dozen fake freaks that had turned into humanoid mud, and the cold and mutilated corpses of three Annihilation cultists.
The corpse of the fake freak "melted" quickly after landing on the ground, turning into dry mud that would no longer squirm. The body of the Annihilation Cult began to burn the moment it returned to the real world, and was transformed into black flames within a few seconds.
Piles of charcoal, and the deep demons that coexisted with them dissipated in the air before they had time to recover.
The manager of the sewage treatment center stared at this surreal scene in stunned silence. He even forgot the fear in his heart for a moment. Then, he saw a gray-white whirlwind appearing in the center of the open space. In the whirlwind
There seemed to be thick smoke and fog billowing, and in the blink of an eye, a figure wearing a black coat and holding a cane emerged from the gray wind and stepped out.
Agatha, who was wrapped in bandages, raised her head and looked at the familiar dimension of reality in front of her, as well as her subordinates who seemed a little nervous around her.
"The problem is solved." She nodded gently to her subordinates, her voice low and reassuringly magnetic, as always.