Deep Sea Embers

The hard black face of the wooden goat's head stared at Duncan sitting behind the nautical table, and there seemed to be a strange light flowing in the obsidian eyes-in fact, this thing has no ability to produce expressions at all, but Duncan clearly understood from the other side. There was a look of anticipation on that wooden face.

In fact, this is not the first time Goat Head has urged him to "set sail", every time he comes here, Goat Head will urge him like this once.

He even felt that the ship was constantly urging him to end this blind drifting at sea as soon as possible, and set sail to return to the right track as soon as possible.

However, Duncan fell silent. His face of innate majesty was covered with clouds. In his meditation and silence, he was clearly aware of two problems:

First, he was alone on the entire ship, and the size of the ship was insanely large-as a sail-powered ship, the entire length of the ship called "Lost Country" It is roughly estimated that it is at least 150 to 200 meters away from Duncan, and to control such a huge monster, at least dozens or even hundreds of experienced sailors are required. How can he drive it alone?

Second, after removing the above-mentioned professional factors, there is still a key problem that hinders his sailing trip—he cannot sail a boat.

Duncan was a little anxious. He tried to imagine what would happen if he asked the weird and noisy goat head in front of him for advice on ship driving skills, and he became even more anxious after assuming.

However, the goat's head didn't know what the captain was thinking. It just asked: "Captain, do you have any concerns? If you are worried about the situation of the Lost Home, you can rest assured that the Lost Home will always be ready." Are you ready to sail with you to the end of the world, or are you worried that today’s voyage will be unlucky? I have a little knowledge of divination, but which kind of divination do you believe in more? Astronomy, incense, and crystals are all fine. When it comes to crystals, do you remember? ..."

Duncan tried his best to tense the muscles on his face, and while restraining the urge to fight to the death with the goat's head in front of him, he said in a deep voice: "I'll go to the deck to observe the situation first—you stay here quietly."

"Follow your wishes—but I must remind you that the Lost Country has been drifting blindly for too long, and you must take charge of it as soon as possible to get this voyage back on track..."

The goat's head said, and with the sound of wood rubbing, it finally returned to the original posture.

Duncan suddenly felt that the whole world stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief, the resonance in his brain gradually calmed down, then he picked up the flintlock on the table, got up and walked out of the captain's cabin.

He found this old-looking flintlock gun while exploring the ship, along with a one-handed sword, which is currently hanging around his waist, and these two things he found on the ship Guaranteed security in action.

In the past few days of exploration, he spent a long time roughly learning how to use these two things—although so far, he has never seen any living creatures other than himself on this ship.

Talking "items" don't count.

The salty sea breeze blew in, and Duncan's slightly irritable mood calmed down. He came to the captain's outdoor deck and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Thick dark clouds still covered the sky as far as the eye could see, the sun, moon and stars could not be seen in the clouds, only the turbid sky shrouded the boundless sea.

This scene has been going on for a long time. In fact, since the day Duncan came to this ship, he has only seen such a sky-it even made him wonder if there is no normal weather in this world at all. Is the dense scene the eternal celestial phenomenon in this sea area?

Duncan turned around, and he saw the door of the captain's cabin standing there quietly, a line of words was carved on the crossbeam above the door in some kind of alphabet he didn't know, and when his eyes focused on the line of words, Its meaning came directly to his mind clearly:

"The Gate of the Homeless".

"The Gate of the Lost...Is it the Lost?" Duncan muttered to himself, and then laughed at himself, "This ship has a good name."

Then he walked around the captain's cabin and walked along the stairs on the edge of the deck to the upper deck at the stern, where there was a wooden platform, which was the place with the widest view of the whole ship except for the observation deck.

A heavy black steering wheel quietly awaits the arrival of the helmsman on the platform.

Duncan frowned. For some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of urgency and anxiety, and this feeling seemed to come out of nowhere the moment he saw the steering wheel.

He didn't feel this way when he came here a few times before!

As if in response to the anxiety in his heart, an unexplained and chaotic wind suddenly blew across the deck, and the surrounding originally calm sea also had waves in an instant, although the wind and waves were not enough to affect the large-scale "Lost Homelander". "What effect did it have, but Duncan's heart was full of alarms, and the next second, he was driven by intuition to look in the direction of the bow of the ship.

On the sea directly in front of the Lost Home, between the chaotic sky and the sea, a boundless high wall of white mist that seemed to reach the sky seemed to appear out of thin air, making his eyes widen instantly!

It was a white mist that seemed to surround and isolate the whole world, connecting the sky and the earth like a cliff, and what made Duncan (Zhou Ming) more vigilant than its palpitating scale was that it made He instantly thought of the boundless mist outside the window of his bachelor apartment!

The Landless is heading straight for that wall of fog!

Duncan didn't know what the thick fog was, nor what was in the depths of the fog, but he instinctively felt the great danger, and his survival instinct told him that being swallowed by that thick fog was never a good thing!

He subconsciously rushed to the platform where the rudder was located—a huge sense of powerlessness shrouded at the same time: Even if he was at the helm, how could he drive this huge ship away from the wall of fog by himself?

But he still came to the steering wheel instinctively, and almost at the same time, he heard a hoarse and gloomy voice coming from a copper pipe next to the steering wheel connected to the captain's cabin, it was the voice of "Goat's Head"—— The tone of the weird thing was a little panicked this time:

"Your Excellency, the border is collapsing ahead, and we are approaching the limit of reality! Please adjust your course immediately!"

Hearing the panicked voice of the goat's head, Duncan almost cursed - adjusting the course is easy to say, but you conjured up a hundred or eighty good brothers who can sail the boat on the spot to drive this thing!

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head and glanced at the direction of the forward masts, and saw a few bare masts standing on the deck, and the sadness in his heart was even stronger—not to mention sailing, in fact, this ship had no sails at all, so Several poles are empty!

Agitated, he didn't even bother to seriously think about the weird words that came out of Goat's Head just now, only his instinct made him subconsciously grasp the steering wheel that seemed to be trembling slightly for some reason.

In the past few days, this is the first time he has put his hands on the steering wheel of the Lost Homeland - the strange situation on this ship and the repeated urging of the goat's head have always made him suspicious, and he is full of "steering" Resisted, and now, he finally had no chance to hesitate.

He held the rudder tightly, and in his blank mind, he didn't even have time to conceive how to steer an empty ghost ship by himself.

The change will happen in the next instant.

The sound like a mountain roar and a tsunami exploded in Duncan's mind, as if ten thousand cheering people were standing on the shore to see off a ship, as if there were thousands of sailors shouting the captain's words on the deck. The name seems to be mixed with desolate boat songs and invisible turbulent waves.

A group of green flames appeared at the edge of his field of vision, and Duncan subconsciously looked at his palm. He saw a group of emerald green flames suddenly burst out from the steering wheel of the Lost Homeland, and then swept over with astonishing speed. Spread all over the body.

In the raging flames, the flesh and blood body suddenly became empty and unreal, and the captain's uniform became worn and tattered as if soaked in sea water for dozens or hundreds of years. Under the flesh and blood that suddenly became like a spirit body, Duncan could even vaguely see his own skeleton - flames were jumping on the crystal clear jade skeleton, and the unquenchable fire was flowing through his body like water.

However, he couldn't feel the slightest pain and burning. In the raging flames, he only felt that his perception was spreading in all directions.

The fire swept down from the bridge, spread over the deck, over the side of the ship, over the mast, the flames intertwined like a net, and then rose from the deck like breathing, spreading along the lonely mast, and finally in the sea Intertwined with the mist to form a huge sail like yarn and mist.

The Lost Homes sets sail, before this rapidly collapsing frontier of reality.

(Holy shit, surprise!

PS: There is a new full-book episode on the Sword of Dawn, theoretically it should be the last episode, you can go and read it~~~)