Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 241 There is a splendid view before
The goat's head is not there.

This is an even more incredible scene than that absurd and weird dream!
Duncan stood at the door in a daze for a long time before he finally came back to his senses. Then he directly pulled out the saber from his waist and walked forward slowly with a posture of full vigilance.

The goat's head was indeed gone. There were only nautical charts and a few sundries on the familiar nautical table, and there was only an empty table where the goat's head was originally placed.

Duncan stared at the empty tabletop for a few seconds, then slowly retracted his gaze, then looked up and looked around.

More scenes of violations came into view.

All the furnishings are mottled and old, the walls and pillars are covered with crack marks of different shades at some point, and there are many things missing on the shelf next to it, almost only an empty shelf is left, and a decorative tapestry was originally hung on one side Now there is only a suspicious black stain on the wall, next to the stain is a window, the window is covered with dirt, and the outside of the window is dark and chaotic, and only some suspicious glimmers of light can be seen indistinctly.

It was as if there were certain shadows that were swimming very fast, shuttling quickly in the air outside the window.

The entire chart room feels as if it has been abandoned for an unknown number of years. The years have destroyed most of the furnishings here, and some kind of crude force more dangerous than the years has left traces on all the walls, roofs, and floors. Dull smudges of varying shades.

Duncan couldn't help pinching his thigh again, wanting to reconfirm whether he was in a dream.

The clear pain and clear thinking reminded him at the same time that this place was not a dream, but a reality, a reality that... he felt very strange.

The feeling of stepping on the Lost Home for the first time surged up again, and the tension surrounded by endless strangeness made Duncan frowned gradually.

But compared to the first time he set foot on this boat, it only took him a short time to adjust his state now, and he completely calmed down after a few deep breaths.

After all, he now has many bizarre experiences that he never thought of in the first half of his life. The experience he has accumulated in dealing with this strange world, as well as his mastery and confidence in his own strength have made him no longer the dizzy novice at the beginning.

The only thing he feels uneasy now is that the worry that "The Lost Homelander is quite unstable, and sooner or later there will be problems" seems to be becoming a reality.

The ship has undergone a mutation.

Duncan went around the room again, checked the empty shelves, checked the dirty walls, and the corner where the two wooden boxes were originally placed. Most of the things were gone, except for the nautical table. Outside, it's almost an old, dilapidated empty room.

But one thing remained in place—the oval mirror with its intricately patterned border.

Duncan went to the mirror and glanced cautiously into it.

There was no horrible sight, no bloody hell reflected in the mirror, no distorted and deformed faces, it was just dirty, with black smudges all over the mirror, but where there were less smudges , the reflection can still be seen normally.

Duncan didn't stay in front of the mirror for too long. He returned to the nautical table and glanced at the chart.

In the next second, his vision suddenly froze.

The chart has also changed!
The fog that had nearly covered the entire picture almost disappeared, and after the fog cleared, what appeared on the parchment was a clear and complicated flight path!

Duncan subconsciously moved closer, trying to identify the content on the chart, but immediately he realized something was wrong.

The tracks on the chart are vertical and horizontal, and the routes are criss-crossed, but there is no meaningful mark or "place" to be seen. It is more like a bunch of chaotic lines drawn unconsciously, recording a muddled sleepwalking. Between those lines, there are no islands, no city-states... nothing.

He couldn't see Purand, Lensa, Cold Harbor and Breeze... Although he was indeed unfamiliar with most of these city-state names, at least he knew that these city-states existed, And it should definitely appear on this sea chart where the fog has cleared!
Duncan frowned more and more. After realizing that there was no landmark information for reference on the chart, he slowly straightened up, turned his ears sideways, and listened to the movement outside the window.

There was no movement outside the window, no sound of wind or waves, it was silent... just like his weird and short-lived strange dream.

The lines on the chart marked the voyage track of the Lost Home, and the track would update itself as the ship drifted, so the lines marked on this sea chart with the fog cleared and the track... In which dimension is the voyage record of the Lost Home?

Duncan exhaled lightly, and then as if he had made up his mind, he turned and walked towards the door of the captain's cabin with his sword in his hand—theoretically, the deck of the Lost Country was outside the door.

He held the doorknob, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

The Lost Country sailed in a dark chaos, and the decks and buildings on the ship as far as the eye could see were dilapidated and deserted for a long time.

At least, outside the door was indeed the deck of the Lost Home.

Duncan stepped out of the gate, stepped on the potholed and broken deck, which seemed to be on the verge of collapsing, and heard a harsh creaking sound suddenly, breaking the suffocating silence.

Duncan stepped forward cautiously, and after confirming that the deck only looked dilapidated and not in danger of collapsing, he walked a little boldly. Then he raised his head and confirmed the situation around the Lost Home.

The place where the eye enters is a barren, vast and endless chaotic space, with dark shadows everywhere, and between those shadows, from time to time, dim and blurred light and shadow turbulence can be seen suddenly appearing, and then gradually dissipating, and occasionally Seeing a strange flash or stream of light suddenly brighten up, like blind lightning, illuminating the nothingness in the distance, so in that flash, you can vaguely see some huge thing floating in the nothingness, as if Slowly spinning, creeping.

The moment Duncan saw those dim lights and flashing turbulence, there was only a cry in his heart.

This scene... looks familiar.

It's exactly the same as the scene on the bottom of the Lost Homes—it's subspace!
Duncan almost scolded, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, thinking that this is the most worrying thing, and it will definitely happen. Not long ago, he was thinking that subspace is too evil and seems to call himself, so he has to find a way Avoiding contact with it, but I didn't expect that when I closed and opened my eyes, I would like to mention a subspace drift-why did I come here suddenly? !
But after the initial panic, he quickly collected himself and resisted the urge to turn around and go back to the captain's cabin.

He is still not sure if this is the subspace, but he feels that there are similarities between this place and the scene outside the bottom of the Lost Home, and if this is really the subspace...then there is nothing wrong with hiding in the captain's cabin at this time. significance.

Besides this, he also quickly discovered that his state was... suspicious.

He stood here, looking up at the subspace (suspected) scenery, but he didn't feel any discomfort, nor did he feel that his spirit was eroded, or he heard strange noises - but according to the "common sense" of this world ...Humanity said that they have entered the subspace, shouldn't they go crazy on the spot just by looking at the subspace?
But he didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

Not only did he not feel any discomfort, he could even clearly perceive his body in Prand, and perceive the "marks" left by Nina, Morris, Fanna and others in the real dimension.

Even if my "ghost captain" has some special features and some resistance to the subspace, I shouldn't be like this in this place... Is he safe and sound?

Duncan was puzzled by his state at the moment, and even began to doubt whether this place was the legendary "Abyss of the End of the World". Then he collected himself and walked towards the guardrail on the edge of the deck.

He came near the side of the ship and looked out.

As expected, there was no sea water beneath the Lost Homes—the ship seemed to be floating in space, surrounded by the same nothingness in all directions.

He stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the huge hazy shadows in the distance and the turbulent flow of light and shadow that lit up from time to time, and carefully planned how to get out of this predicament next.

Firstly, it is to confirm whether this place is a real subspace, and secondly, to find and determine whether there is still a connection between this place and the dimension of reality.

Since he can come here, it means that there must be a place to "reconnect" with the real world, but this place may not be in his bedroom when he wakes up - he has already checked the bedroom and the chart room, and found No trace of a "channel" was found.

After thinking for a while, he had a general idea, and he turned away from the side of the ship and walked towards the entrance of the cabin in the middle of the deck.

At this moment, Duncan suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye, which made him stop subconsciously.

He raised his head and looked towards the direction he had just seen from the corner of his eye, and a slightly bright electric arc was slowly dissipating in the darkness in the distance. In the fading light, he could vaguely see what seemed to be a huge, lump-like thing Slowly drifting over the Lost Home.

Duncan watched intently, and at this moment, another "flash" just happened to appear again, like a meandering and long-lasting lightning, this flash crossed the sky, illuminating an extremely vast "sky" in the blink of an eye.

Duncan finally saw the outline of the behemoth—his breath was suffocated for an instant.

It was a piece of...land, or a black shadow that looked like a piece of land. Its scale was extremely huge, enough to cause giant phobia, and its irregular outline seemed to be directly affected by some huge force. Ripped from the planet, then thrown roughly here again.

On the land hanging upside down, mountains, rivers, and some more suspicious and disturbing outlines can be seen vaguely, and all of these have lost their color and vitality—there is only one piece of the entire "continent" Monotonous gray and black, the rivers are also frozen in the gullies of the earth, which makes it like a rough model lacking in color details, sealed in the frozen amber of time and space.

In this way, the huge piece of astral debris moved slowly over the Lost Land, showing Duncan some bleak, ancient image of doom.

(End of this chapter)