Deep Sea Embers

The confrontation on the sea turned into a more complicated situation - the powerful Sea Fog Fleet emerged from the cold wind, and a fourth force appeared in the original three-party confrontation. However, looking at it from another angle, things seemed to be simple again.

Cold Harbor and the Morpheus navy no longer have to worry about the artillery fire from the opposite side and the deterrence of the church fleet.

Solenna stared at the steel face, with no fear or any wavering in his eyes - although he knew the ability of this "Steel Vice Admiral", he also knew that the Sea Mist Fleet was not invincible. The Undead can control the two flagships through sneak attacks, but they cannot control the other ships in the fleet. If this really turns into a melee, it will not be a good thing for anyone.

Tirian Abnomar chose to meet in this way, indicating that he wanted to "talk."

"Cold Harbor needs sunshine." After a long confrontation, Solena broke the silence with a deep voice.

"Yes, Cold Harbor needs sunshine, and now the commander of Morpheus Navy, your old friend Hobo, is also telling me that Morpheus needs sunlight," the steel-faced mouth opened and closed, It made a sound with a metallic trembling, "And you know? Yotun City, Hyper, Bandor Island, further away Phaelun, Moko... Darkness has begun to encroach on this world, and the island with the protection of the sun Just a small part of all the city-states…all of them need sunlight.”

The muscles on Solena's face tensed, but his voice was calmer than before: "Captain Tirian, do you think it is useful to say this now? I want to let Cold Harbor survive first - unless you are willing to fall Take out the 'sun fragment' in the frost."

"...It's already on its way to Cold Harbor." The steel face said calmly.

A look of astonishment suddenly appeared on Solena's tense face - he had prepared many things to say, but this unexpected answer left his mind a little blank.

Even the entire bridge suddenly became quiet.

"Return now, you should just be able to see it arrive at the north coast of Cold Harbor," Tirian's voice echoed on the quiet bridge, while the undead sailors, wrapped in the cold mist, let go in silence. Taking control of the sailors on the bridge, he stepped back as if on standby, "Let the Morpheus navy take away the sun fragments here before this confrontation gets out of control."

Solena was silent for a few seconds and then slowly said: "What should I do about Frost?"

"Frost is safer than all of you think - we have our own 'security' and you don't need to worry," Tirian said calmly, "The most important task for you and Hobo now is to return to your respective city-states. Let everything get back on track as soon as the sun shines.”

"...What do you want?" Solenna said suddenly, "There is no free lunch in the world. I still understand this simple truth - tell me what you think, Archon Tirian."

"...I need to establish a 'joint mechanism' that operates under night conditions," the steel face stared into Solena's eyes, "dominated by frost and covering the entire cold sea - I need Cold Harbor and Mo Full support from the Port of Fes.”

Solenna pondered for a moment, and soon guessed the intention of the "Steel Vice Admiral". He frowned and subconsciously looked up to look for the three Death Church warships that were originally cruising on the edge of "Sunshine", but found that The three ships had arrived near the Sea Fog Fleet at some point, and stayed next to the Sea Fog Fleet as if they were part of the formation.

"...I understand, get sunshine, take responsibility, and those who don't want to take responsibility...we will deal with it," he retracted his gaze from the porthole window and nodded to the steel face, "over there with Hobo..."

"He was three seconds earlier than you promised." Tirian said calmly.

"Okay, I have no doubts."

The undead people retreated into the fog in silence, and the cold fog condensed with ice crystals gradually dissipated on the bridge. The large pieces of broken ice floating on the sea shrank in size at a speed visible to the naked eye - the sea fog fleet's deterrent to the opposing sides was lifted. .

A creaking sound came from the receiver hanging next to the communication station, and the indicator light next to it flickered on and off - the communication soldier raised his head hesitantly and looked at his commander.

Solena's voice was cold: "Pick it up, do you still want me to say it?"

The communication soldier picked up the receiver and raised his eyes after a moment: "It's Morpheus's public channel..."

Solenna stepped forward and took the receiver with an unsurprised expression, put it to his ear, and listened to the voice coming from inside——

"Solenna, listen, when I go back..."

"You can tell my nephew everything that happened today - or I can tell him myself later."

"...You are such a fucking bastard."

"Yeah, thanks, you too."

"...Yes, thank you, bye."

Solenna put down the receiver and looked through the wide porthole in front of him, looking at the boundless sea shrouded in night - the fleet of sea fog lingering in the biting cold wind was slowly moving into the distance, sinking into darkness little by little.

Looking at the pale golden "sunshine" that was gradually fading on the nearby sea, Tirian, who was standing on the bow of the ship, took a deep breath. After a long silence, he turned his head slightly and said to the side: "Do you think this result is okay?"

"There is no better choice, this is the best result." In the darkness, a low and hoarse voice broke the silence, and a tall and muscular figure wearing a long black windbreaker and covered with thick bandages walked out of the darkness. He came out, "The sunlight is limited, and the past way of survival in which each city-state took care of itself is no longer feasible. Only a joint system based on a powerful center can allow as many people as possible to survive -

"Sunshine rationing, joint defense fleets, macro-control of resources, and group defense and group control of various threats in the night all require the establishment of a coalition to achieve. Originally, this task should be completed by the church, but now their power is limited. .”

Tirian looked at the three church warships whose shadows were dim in the night. After a few seconds of silence, he said: "To drag a sun fragment from Frost to Cold Harbor, the most powerful high-speed tow ship is also needed. Six days, this is also the average time required to transfer sun fragments between most city-states in the Cold Sea...

"If a city-state without 'sunshine' encounters a sudden change, the time it takes to wait for 'sunshine' is enough for the disaster to get out of control, so we need to have several huge fleets on standby that can support each city-state at any time - these fleets must not stop Cruise in the night, and cooperate with the church's patrol fleet, we should be able to cover the entire Lenglie Sea... but it can only cover the Lenglie Sea."

"It's enough that it can cover the Cold Sea. Other sea areas should also have their own plans." Duncan shook his head. "Compared to this, you don't care about me asking you to send the Frost Sun fragments to Cold Harbor. Any questions?"

Tirian shook his head: "No."

He turned around and faced the bandaged eyes calmly.

"If it occupies the most sunlight, then I will never be able to convincingly establish a reliable and fair 'Cold Sea Union'. In any case, as long as I want to be the one who distributes sunlight, I cannot fragment the sun. Stay with Frost," he said slowly, and then suddenly smiled, "And... Frost's real protection now is your fire, isn't it?"

Duncan didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

Tirian hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but ask: "How is the situation 'over there'?"

"We are sailing through the cracks of time and we don't know how long it will last."

Duncan said casually and looked down at his body again - actually he was surprised. Originally, he had been prepared to temporarily lose contact with his "incarnations" after crossing the six-mile critical line, but now he saw Come on...these incarnations are still running fine.

He can talk to Tirian here, and he can also perceive the situation on Purander's side normally. At the same time, his main consciousness still stays on the Lost Home, experiencing a journey to the end of the world—— This experience is amazing.

He noticed the glances coming from beside him.

"I did not take you with me on this trip, but your sister." Duncan raised his eyelids and glanced at Tirian, "Do you have any resentment?"

Tirian was startled, and immediately adjusted his expression, and the look in his one eye returned to his usual calm and serious look: "No, I know what I should do - your arrangement is reasonable and reasonable."

Listening to the other party's pretentious response, Duncan said nothing, but a smile appeared at the corner of his bandaged eyes.

He turned and looked into the distance with Tirian.

After an unknown amount of time, Tirian suddenly heard a voice coming from his ear——

“Let as many people survive as possible, live as long as possible.”

He turned his head in surprise.

"You, Lucy, and everyone on the Lost Home, everyone in the city-state, each of you has something to do, and the common goal of everything is to survive - to make this world Everything is preserved as much as possible, life, memory, civilization, everything, do everything you can to keep them alive."

The father did not look back. He was still looking into the distance, but he continued speaking calmly - as if talking to himself, and as if he was exhorting.

“Even if the sun no longer rises, even if the night finally swallows up everything, even if the real world has begun to collapse, and the future seems hopeless, we must remember this... to survive, even if it lasts one more day.

“That’s all you need to do.

"Leave the rest to dad, dad will figure it out."

Tirian looked at his father in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, and did not speak for a long time.

Duncan said no more, he just looked ahead of the bow, looking at the end of the night——

In his other field of vision, some blurry lights and shadows suddenly appeared in the uniform gray-white "background color".

The "route" caught in the gap between time and space seems to be coming to an end.