Layers of sealed underground depths, hidden facilities that lead directly to the sea, huge projects that no one knows about, secrets buried between countless truths and lies - half a century of concealment, past hopes and expectations, and fears that continue to this day
and taboos.
All of these, gathered in front of Agatha at this moment, were cast in cold metal and hung silently between the intertwined beams like bones, as if the years had solidified and then moved around again——
A submersible built in secret by the city-state authorities.
Agatha stood quietly in front of the huge and silent machine, staring at the pile of steel through the thick black cloth. A silent pressure seemed to be jumping on the edge of her perception. After a long time, she finally
He opened his mouth to break the silence - his voice was hoarse: "How did you find out?"
"There is a lot of luck involved," Tirian said. "I believe that even among the confidants of Winston Archon, there are only a handful of people who know about this matter, and most of them may have died in the final defense.
During the war, but after taking over the work of the city hall, I noticed some... unusual flows of funds and personnel, and they all pointed to a 'non-public scientific research project' in this port."
As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at the huge thing hanging between the steel beams.
"There's nothing to say about the rest. Since Southport was completely occupied, we went wild and searched here - and found a suspicious warehouse, a suspicious shaft, a suspicious underground facility, and
A suspicious submersible."
Tirian's expression was calm when he talked about this. However, even if he was just listening, Agatha couldn't help but marvel at the ability of this "Iron Lieutenant General" - he took over and understood Frost so quickly.
Everything, this is completely unlike what a person who has been away from the city-state for half a century can do.
Such a confidential facility cannot be found easily by finding some clues.
It was as if he had never left the frost.
"Can this machine... be used now?" After a brief silence, Agatha couldn't help but ask.
"It needs to be checked," Tirian shook his head. "Although this submersible is based on the blueprint left by the Frost Queen, it uses a lot of modern and even modern technologies, and there are many more in this facility.
We need to understand the status and function of the above-ground devices used to support the operation of the submersible, such as air pumps, steel cables and communication equipment.
"The bad news is that everyone who knows these technical details is probably dead - died in the previous Frost Defense Battle. When we discovered this underground facility, it was locked from the inside, and the people inside seemed
They wanted to lock those monsters in isolation cells, but unfortunately... they didn't know the scale of the disaster."
When Tirian said this, he shook his head slightly.
"But there is good news." He raised his hand and pointed around. "The submersible is intact, including everything in this hall."
Agatha didn't speak, she just raised her head in silence and turned back to look in the direction she came from.
The heavy and slightly distorted door stood quietly in her chaotic vision. The outline of a palm print was faintly outlined in the blood stains on the door. The vitality in the blood had passed away, but the outline was still glowing in her vision.
A faint light.
Tirian's voice came from the side, interrupting Agatha's thoughts: "Next, I will try to find the insiders of this secret project - maybe not all the technicians were staying in this facility at the time, but
If we really can’t find any surviving technicians, we’ll have to let some old guys in the Sea Mist Fleet try their luck.”
Agatha frowned in confusion: "Sea Mist Fleet?"
A smile appeared on Tirian's face: "They were those who participated in the submersible project back then. They will be surprised when they see this submersible."
Agatha fell silent.
Thousands of emotions rose and fell in her heart. She didn't know whether she should lament the reincarnation of history or be grateful that everything was returning to its proper place.
Tirian on the side also fell silent. The steel lieutenant general gradually suppressed the smile on his face, and slowly scanned the hall with a silent and solemn gaze. Finally, his eyes stayed on the door leading to the elevator.
on the door.
He nodded slightly, as if paying tribute to this unknown folly and feat.
…
The sea breeze is gentle and the waves are rolling.
The surging power output from the steam core drives the ship under his feet. The cold sea breeze blowing in the face dispels the distracting thoughts in his mind. Lawrence stands on the high front deck of the White Oak, wearing the clothes he has worn for many years.
Captain's coat, looking at the distant sea.
However, the old captain's heart was not at all as calm as he appeared at the moment.
A gentle female voice came from the small mirror hanging on his chest: "Are you nervous?"
"This tension has not lessened since I left Frostbite," Lawrence smacked his lips, "After all, this is about taking the initiative to 'meet' that ship - for a hundred years, the captains of the Infinite Sea have only
We are desperately trying to escape from that ship, but we are actively approaching it. If I tell you this, the guys in the Explorers Association will definitely think I am crazy."
"There are few captains on the boundless sea who are not crazy - and you will become the most eye-catching legend among these crazy captains," Martha said with a smile in her tone, "Doesn't thinking like this give you a little motivation?"
Lawrence sighed: "You tell a man who is about to be hanged that the noose given to him is the most beautiful of all ropes - you can even tie him with a bow, you think this will have a comforting effect
?"
Martha in the mirror opened her mouth, as if she was about to speak, when a hoarse and noisy voice suddenly came from the flagpole not far away: "Okay! As long as the noose works, let alone tying a bow, you guys will kill me
It can be tied into a bow!"
Lawrence's mouth suddenly trembled, and he turned to look at the direction where the sound came from - on the high flagpole on the bow of the ship, a noose was hanging down, and Anomaly 077 was hanging himself on the noose, and as the ship rocked,
The turbulence comes and goes, looking evil and strange.
"You're not going to come down yet?" Lawrence looked at the mummy hanging on the flagpole angrily, "You've been hanging there all day."
"What if it suddenly works? I felt a little sleepy just now," the mummy hung himself on the flagpole with a noose. "I'll hang it for a while - you agreed, I can give you
You choose where to sleep.”
"...I promised you that you could choose a place to rest for yourself without affecting other people, but you didn't say at that time that you were going to hang yourself on the flagpole." Lawrence stared, "I advise you to still
Give up, your sealing method has obviously failed - just follow me and report to the Lost Home is your only option."
The mummy hanging on the flagpole suddenly let out an exaggerated wail, but Lawrence was in no mood to pay attention to this guy anymore. Instead, he lowered his head again and said to the small mirror on his chest: "Do you think it will go well?"
"Why are you asking me?"
"Your intuition has always been sharp - it was also the day when you were responsible for making every decision to leave port."
"...Do you even remember this..." Martha's voice was filled with sighs, and then she smiled softly, "Don't worry so much, haven't you already accepted your new identity as a member of the Lost Home Fleet?
? And it’s not the first time you’ve met that ship.”
"That's the truth - but being nervous is really nervous," Lawrence sighed, and adjusted his collar subconsciously, "Besides, the last time I met that ship was not worth remembering at all.
, that scene would be a nightmare for any captain."
"Be more open-minded. At least this time the Homeless Ship won't hit you straight..."
A squeaking and heart-wrenching noise suddenly came, interrupting Martha's next words.
The next second, Lawrence discovered that layers of green flames emerged out of thin air around the White Oak under his feet, followed by the loud roar of the engine, and the fierce "Tomb?" caused by the sudden turn of the rudder.
In the blink of an eye, the originally calm sea changed its appearance. Countless hair-like, dark and terrifying shadows suddenly appeared on the blue sea surface. The sunlight in the sky also became dim, illusory, and thick clouds.
The fog fell from the sky like a giant curtain collapsing, and the entire ocean was polluted by the "hair" and became pitch black.
The mummy hanging on the flagpole screamed almost instantly.
Amidst the shrill screams of the mummies and the exclamations of the sailors, Lawrence realized that the White Oak had been dragged into the spiritual world by some powerful force - accompanied by a thrilling roar and sudden waves.
A towering ship silhouette burning with raging flames rushed out of the thick fog ahead!
The Lost Home appeared.
Like a blazing mountain cliff, it is overwhelmingly crushing towards this side.
The scream of Anomaly 077 almost echoed throughout the entire sea area: "It's coming, it's coming! Damn it, it's coming! I don't want to play anymore! I want to go home! Let me go! I want to go home! Ah
——”
Then, the bow of the Lost Home suddenly stopped amidst the piercing screams of the "Sailor" - less than half a meter away from the side of the White Oak's bow, it stopped in an incredible way.
Lawrence stood at the bow of the ship in a daze. After a long while, his eyes rolled around. Then he raised his head somewhat dullly and looked at the ghost ship towering in front of him in the blazing flames.
The horrific scene in his memory intersected with reality. He came to this location again and witnessed this apocalyptic scenery once again.
The Lost Home is coming.
A tall figure appeared in his field of vision—Duncan Abnormar, the eternal owner of the Lost Home, standing on the high side of the ship, overlooking this side.
This is the second time Lawrence has come face to face with this legendary being.
Then, he heard the other party speak, and the voice was low, like majestic thunder——