Deep Sea Embers

The encounter began.

The battle started with the first round of shelling from the Sea Fog, and the loud noise of a thunderbolt rumbled across the entire sea. And a small-scale chaotic surge.

All the shots were missed in the first round, and all the shots were missed in the second round. It was not until the third round of shelling that the barrage from the Sea Mist finally managed to hit the side of the Lost Home.

The monstrous spiritual flames burned blazingly between every seam and mast of the Lost Home. Duncan held the steering wheel tightly, making the huge ghost ship slide across the sea like a moving mountain of flames, and the majestic bow broke open. The waves in front of him caused a series of white foam and ripples on both sides of the Lost Homeland, and in the corner of his eyes, he caught a black shadow swiftly rushing towards the rear deck.

It was a cannonball from the Seafog—after missing many times in a row, the steel battleship seemed to have finally calibrated its artillery, and a cannonball whizzed towards the rear of the Lost Homeland impartially. Come on, this time it is finally inevitable.

The bridge where the steering wheel is slammed to avoid shells will not appear in reality. The huge hull of the Lost Homeland still has to follow the most basic laws of physics when navigating in the real world...probably.

The ship was about to be hit.

But at the next moment, Duncan suddenly felt that his vision became extremely sharp. He could even capture the complete trajectory of the cannonball when it fell slightly inclined, saw the distorted heat wave around the cannonball, and saw it being pushed away by the shock wave. Seeing the red-hot warhead and the grooves in the mold lake on the body—he looked at the hot steel, and the steel answered his call.

At the last moment when it hit the Lost Home, the surface of the shell from the Sea Mist suddenly rose into a faint flame, as if it was instantly infected and assimilated by the fire of the spirit around the Lost Home, and it quietly dissipated. Like a green meteor, it gently fell into the sea of ​​flames rising above the Lost in a slow and weird arc.

The shells burning with dark green flames fell on the deck of the Lost Home, making a loud noise, and the whole ship seemed to tremble—but no additional damage was reported.

"A beautiful capture!" The voice of the goat's head 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 struck directly.

He tensed up instantly, and while manipulating the huge hull of the Lost Home to slightly adjust its course, he followed the black shadows falling from the sky, so in the next second, the burning hull of the Lost Home suddenly appeared There were green "shooting stars" one after another.

But Duncan's capture is not without limit. As the distance between the Lost Home and the Seafog got closer, the latter's shelling began to become more precise and fierce. Within range, when the barrage of bullets fell from the sky, some shells finally began to escape Duncan's sight and hit the hull of the Lost Home.

Amidst the continuous bangs and cracks, Duncan saw that a ship's side near him was suddenly hit by something, and a black shadow pierced through the wooden boards there, and fell straight into the ship after causing serious tearing damage. the sea, and the side of the ship that was hit exploded into countless fragments with a bang——

...

Those torn and shattered structures flew out, rushed to the sky, and then stopped, maintaining a synchronized attitude with the Lost Country, suspended in the air.

This is an extremely weird scene, as if those hull structures that were shattered in the real dimension are still integrated with the Lost Home in a higher dimension, they just visually show a disintegrated posture, and the fragments They are still tightly bound together!
This made Duncan instantly think of the bottom of the ship, of the broken but still functional bulkheads that soaked the voyage in the warp.

And in the next second, he saw the fragments that fell out of the ship's side began to slowly fall and return, quickly recovering as if time had flowed backwards.

Duncan finally withdrew his gaze from the side of the ship.

This was the first time he'd seen the Lost Home damaged, and the first time he'd seen the ship recover from damage—the ship could heal itself so quickly!Moreover, the process of "healing"...it looks like directly letting the hull of the ship
Return to the state before the damage? !

He finally understood why a steel battleship that looked extremely advanced like the Sea Fog, and was heavily armed could not beat a ghost ship from a century ago.

The warp has completely remodeled the Lost Home, putting 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 voice of the goat's head rang in his head, with triumph: "Captain, the Lost Country is the best ship in the world, isn't it?"

"...One thing to say, indeed."

"Then what are your plans next?"

Duncan raised his head slightly, staring at the Sea Mist that was getting closer and closer: "...Beating the children while on the way, idle is also idle, right?"

……

"Captain! That ship is speeding up!" The voice of the first mate Aiden sounded from the bridge, with a little nervousness in his voice, "The situation is not right... Our attack is not even as effective as half of the In that hasty fight a century ago, more than half of the shells somehow disappeared into the sea of ​​flames of the Lost Homeland!"

"I can see it," Tirian stood upright on the bridge, staring fixedly at the ghost ship that was speeding up this way and had begun to slightly adjust its course. Guardrail, with a gloomy face as if a storm was approaching, "Half a century has passed, 'he, has become stronger than last time..."

"Then shall we still fight?" the first mate asked loudly, "Looking at this, it might not be easy to drive that ship back to the warp like last time! And I think your father must be very angry now... Then The current speed of the ship is simply fucking fast!"

Tirian just had a gloomy face, and after a few seconds of silence, he said in a deep voice: "...Continue to attack."

When he said these words, his eyes were still fixed on the huge sailing battleship that was burning, and on the tail deck of the battleship.

There, he knew, 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?Was he watching the Seamist?

...

A large cloud of smoke rose from the sea surface, followed by a faint roar that entered the ears.

"The Lost Home is firing!"

Some sailors exclaimed.

Tirian was still standing firmly on the captain's bench, like an iceberg standing in the cold sea, but then he frowned.

The Lost Homeland did not completely adjust to a suitable angle before firing, but cut into the direction of the Sea Fog with a slightly inclined arc, and fired on the way.

That means that ship has about a quarter of its broadside guns at its disposal.

Is it just fighting back symbolically?Didn't mean to fight the Haiwu to the end?
This is not my father's style of doing things, nor does it conform to the experience of the encounter half a century ago-in the encounter half a century ago, the Lost Homeland and the Sea Fog fought to the last moment, until both ships were dead. The battle ended with heavy damage.

As a result of that battle, the Lost Homeland's repair ability reached its limit, and it had to temporarily retreat to the subspace. The Sea Mist almost sank, and it took three full years to reappear on the Boundless Sea.

But the current situation did not allow Tirian to continue thinking.

The return fire from the Lost Homeland came—compared to the situation where the Seafog missed all the first and second rounds, every shelling shot by the ghost ship after it entered the effective range was chillingly accurate.

More than a dozen blazing green fireballs flew across the sea and hit the hull of the steel battleship like meteorites. In an instant, there was a roar and the spiritual fire boiled.

Layers of light floated around the Seafog, and the ship's church and various holy objects spontaneously activated to resist the spread of pollution brought by the flames. The hollow of the fire——the burning cast iron shell was like a ball of fire falling into the snow, and everything that came into contact with the flame, whether it was wood or steel, was melted, swallowed, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

No matter how strong the armor is, it loses its meaning—the attack of the Lost Homeland does not rely on kinetic energy and explosions to take effect, but is based on engulfment and transfer in a higher dimension. The Sea Fog is like
Like a pencil drawing under an eraser, it was "erased" by the falling shells. Half of the main guns were erased in the first round. Causes sunken voids.

The attack of the Sea Fog was forced to stop, and even lost most of its power in the blink of an eye.

Tyrian's eyes widened.

Something's wrong... It's different, completely different from last time!
He didn't recognize the ship, it wasn't the Lost Country he remembered!
And in the midst of this consternation, he noticed that the Lost Country had suddenly stopped shelling.

The ghost ship inflated all its sails, engulfing the huge waves of the entire sea area, its speed suddenly increased to the limit, and it rushed straight towards the Sea Mist.

"... Zuo Manrudder! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The first mate, Aiden, roared suddenly, and the helmsman had already started to turn the steering wheel desperately, trying to make the battleship under his feet avoid the impending impact—but all efforts failed.

"The rudder has failed!" cried the helmsman in horror. "It's turning itself! We're going after it!"

Just as the helmsman said, the Sea Mist was actively meeting the ghost ship.

Tirian had already noticed this change. He heard the abnormal hissing of the machine under his feet, and the rattling of all the windows around him. He saw the remaining gun turrets on the deck hanging down one by one. And in the several large cavities created by the Lost Home, green flames are rising wave after wave.

This is a nightmare that never appeared in the fierce battle half a century ago——

The Seamist recognized her flagship.

Deep Sea Embers