Amidst the roar of artillery fire, a strange twin ghost ship came across like this, and rushed across the battlefield under the eyes of both warring parties. Not to mention the Sea Fog, Tirian even felt that even the thick fog was deep.
The "fake" warships everywhere were stunned for several seconds.
Then, he heard Aiden's voice coming from the side: "Ship...Captain, the one who ran over just now seems to have 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 stayed in everyone's mind:
After the war begins, all new things that appear in this sea area are enemies.
"...Hit me!" After a few seconds of embarrassing silence, Tirian finally opened his eyes.
shouted, "Can you catch up?! And you didn't see the shadow of the ship in the sea?"
Aiden immediately shrank his neck, and a reflection flashed across his bare head. He hesitated and said, "I saw it. The shadow... seemed to be entwined with spiritual fire."
As soon as the first mate finished speaking, a deep roar came from the depths of the Seamist's hull, and at the same time the whistle above the deck suddenly sounded - this ship was transformed by extraordinary power, the former lost fleet.
The main battleship seemed to respond spontaneously, confirming the first officer's judgment.
"The ship is also sensing," Aiden looked up and looked around, then looked at Tirian with a complicated expression, "Captain, what do you think the origin of the ship just now was?"
"...Perhaps it is my father's arrangement," Tirian said in a serious voice, "Don't go into details and continue fighting. In addition, inform all friendly forces, including the Frost Navy, not to block that weird ship...
Forget it, I guess that speed..."
Just as he was mid-sentence, the sailor monitoring the radio next to him suddenly received some news, and then stood up and reported loudly: "Captain! The Frost Navy's Sea Owl sent a message saying that there was a very fast ship just now.
, the strange-looking ghost ship suddenly rushed past their eyes and headed straight for Frost Island. They asked if it was our ship."
Tirian pinched his eyebrows hard, then waved his hand after a moment: "You can't mention the Lost Home Number to them.
Just say they are friendly forces and don’t explain anything else. After the battle situation stabilizes, I will go to him to confirm the situation."
"Yes, Captain!"
The roar of artillery, the fires and explosions in the fog were not calmed down by this momentary interlude. Among the huge water pillars rising into the sky in the distance, Tirian's thoughtful eyes penetrated the thick fog in the war zone, quietly
Quietly watching the direction that the strange ship left just now.
"I think we just hit something!"
Lawrence hurried from the porthole back to his desk and said loudly to a small mirror placed on the table. Then he looked up uneasily and looked outside. He saw that the sea outside the porthole was dim and hazy, as if there were countless shadows.
The illusory things are floating on the sea, and for a moment it is impossible to tell which is reality and which is phantom.
The White Oak itself was passing through those phantoms at an alarming speed.
A black mist surged in the mirror, and a female adventurer wearing a captain's uniform appeared in the mist.
"We didn't collide," Martha said with a cheerful smile on her face, "we just almost collided."
"It's already scary to almost hit it!" Lawrence picked up the small mirror and said quickly as he walked towards the window, "I didn't realize it when there was no reference object just now - what speed are we at now?!
"
"Very fast, very fast - an invisible 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?
? You said you wanted to transform the White Oak and the Black Oak into the best pioneer exploration ships, and then join me and sweep across the sea like the wind... My love, we are at least seven to eight now.
class."
"That's a metaphor! A metaphor!" There was a hint of panic in Lawrence's eyes, because just as he spoke like this, he watched helplessly another huge phantom.
As if wiping the porthole in front of him, he glanced to the rear. The phantom bridge was towering, and the turrets on the side of the ship were pointing far into the distance. It was fighting fiercely with the enemy in another dimension, and the White Oak-Black Oak seemed to be directly lifted from its host.
He rushed towards the muzzle of the cannon.
After a moment, Lawrence raised his hand and tapped his forehead, sighing: "Forget it, as long as you can ensure safety.
Okay, what’s the situation outside now?”
"We are crossing the sea in a war zone." Martha's tone was gentle and calm.
"War zone? Who is fighting?"
Martha in the mirror turned her head, seeming to be observing the situation on her side, and then turned back to her gaze after a moment: "The Frost Navy and the famous Sea Mist Fleet in the real world, while their opponents
They are fakes that have risen from the mirror to the real world."
Lawrence's heart sank, and his expression became solemn: "...The last moment has come?"
"It looks like we have arrived," Martha said softly: "The mirror image is overlapping with the real world, and the final 'inversion' process has begun."
"Why so fast? Didn't you say the process wasn't that early?"
"I can only make general speculations. After Laurence left the ranks of counterfeiters, the connection between me and this mirror world has weakened rapidly. I don't know what happened, but it is obvious that someone has consciously accelerated the process of mirror inversion.
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Lawrence didn't speak for a while, he just looked out the window, looking at the hazy and chaotic sea and the phantoms that kept passing by. After a few seconds, he suddenly asked: "Are we still sailing in the mirror sea?"
"Yes, we are still trapped in this mirror world," Martha nodded, "but the barrier between the mirror and the real world is blurring - and we don't have much time left."
"What happens if the inversion is actually completed?" Lawrence asked.
"What do you think will happen when a city-state becomes a hotbed for the arrival of ancient gods?" Martha asked with a calm expression.
Lawrence subconsciously pressed his temples.
"...Damn it, how far are we from the frost?"
"We're almost there," Martha raised her hand in the mirror and pointed out the window, "I can already see the lights in the port area. Countless ships are gathering in the surrounding waters. The shipwrecks of the past half century,
Countless replicas - but they turn a blind eye to the Black Oak, at least for the time being."
Lawrence nodded seriously. He took the mirror he used to talk to Martha, opened the door and left his captain's cabin. As he walked toward the bridge, he asked in a deep voice: "After arriving at Frostbite, what do you need?"
What do I do?"
"Find their lair - the power used to create and maintain this mirror world is deep in the frost. I can feel its general location," the smile that always hung on Martha's face turned serious.
Looking into Lawrence's eyes, his tone was extremely serious, "And once you start looking for it, the counterfeiters entrenched around the city-state should also react immediately, and I will find a way to hold them back."
"...Can we deal with just two ships, the Black Oak and the White Oak? You just said that there are countless ships gathering..."
"We are part of the Homeless Fleet, Lawrence," Martha smiled again, "and we are not the only ones participating in this battle."
Lawrence reacted quickly and looked out the corridor window thoughtfully.
Those huge shadowy ships are fighting on the distant sea. As time goes by, the boundary between the mirror image and reality is further blurred. Soon, including the mirror frost and the reality frost, this entire sea area will be
Burn.
"I understand," Lawrence nodded, looked away from the window, and continued to walk quickly toward the bridge, "but there is one last question. It's okay for me to lead the team into the frost, but how should we deal with the city-state?
That... thing in the depths? If it is, as you say, an ancient god or part of an ancient god, then ordinary weapons may not be able to deal with it."
The bridge has arrived.
Lawrence calmed down and stepped forward to open the door.
His first mate, second mate, on board
The chaplain, and his crew, were all waiting for him here.
There is also the weird-looking Anomaly 077-Sailor - this mummy found a crew hat from the White Oak somewhere and put it on his head. At this moment, he was also sitting on a chair in a decent manner, looking curious.
And focused on studying the work of other crew members.
Lawrence walked towards them, and the crew stood up to salute him.
Martha's voice came from the mirror: "You will have help."
Lawrence responded to the greetings of the crew. When he heard this, he looked at Martha in the mirror in surprise: "Help?"
"Yes, helper - for the past many years, they have been fighting in the depths of this mirror world, trying to break through the door to the deepest part of the city-state, but they have never succeeded. You go find them, no explanation is needed.
If you come here, they will naturally help you...probably."
"perhaps?!"
"Because I'm not sure what kind of existence they are, and I'm not sure whether they can communicate with others - Lawrence, you know, although I have been wandering here for many years, I don't have much freedom."
"Okay, I understand, helper," Lawrence sighed, and then there was a hint of curiosity in his tone, "I thought we were the only ones here fighting against the fakes around us, but I didn't expect there were other people. They