The dark green flames burned in his body, and his flesh and bones turned into translucent spirits in the flames, and Duncan held the rudder of the Lost Country in the flames, and his perception seemed to spread all the way down the flames, eventually spreading to the entire ship.

It turned out that it did not need a crew at all.

The Lost Home can sail on its own, and with the captain at the helm, it is ready to set sail.

Duncan was momentarily flustered as the green flames rose into the air, but he had seen more than one paranormal phenomenon on the ship in the past few days of exploration, and these experiences had forced him to calm down, and he did not let go of his steering wheel in those crucial seconds.

Now, he was finally sure that the flame should be some kind of harmless "power" - regardless of whether his body could recover later, at least for now, the power of the flame was helping him control the ghost ship beneath his feet.

The cheering tsunami in his head faded away, and Duncan felt his mind clearer than ever, and the Lost had all sorts of indescribable "touches" like his extended limbs, and although he still didn't have the knowledge and experience to be a good captain, at least he was now capable of controlling the ship alone.

The veil-like spirit sails bulged out on the mast, and the many auxiliary horn sails and side sails began to adjust their angles on their own, and the air currents on the sea were chaotic at this moment, but those spirit sails seemed to draw a consistent momentum from the invisible chaotic wind, and the huge Lost Country ended its previous aimless drift and began to stabilize under the impetus of the sails.

Duncan tried to turn the steering wheel in his hand, and the tangible power feedback came into his mind, and he could feel the massive hull under his feet finally begin to turn and try to move away from the endless fog ahead.

But the speed of the turn still didn't seem to be enough, the endless fog was still approaching little by little, and from the brass pipes next to the steering wheel came the sharp cry of a goat's head: "Attention, the limit of reality is approaching...... We're about to fall into the spirit realm! Captain, we need ......."

"I'm doing it!" Duncan interrupted the goat's head with a yell, "You might as well think of what you can do to help you than to make noise down there!" ”

The goat's head fell silent for a moment, but just when Duncan thought that the other party had finally stopped, there was a hoarse, poignant and even a creepy shout from the brass pipe: "Come on! Come on! Come on! ”

Duncan: "......? ”

At this moment, he suddenly felt that everything around him had lost its sense of reality, he accepted the vision he had encountered, accepted the supernatural power of this ship, and even accepted that he was being slowly simmered by a green fire, but he could not have imagined that the goat's head, which had given him a great sense of strange danger from the beginning, would be so surprised at this moment...... This evil thing has been very evil from the beginning, but it is too evil at the moment!

But the approaching fog didn't give Duncan more time to think and complain, although the Lost Land had begun to turn rapidly—judging from its massive hull, the turning speed could almost be described as drifting, but the dense fog in the distance seemed to be consciously chasing the prey in front of it, and a large thin haze spread from its edges, and the fog spread so fast that it almost instantly enveloped the entire space around the Lost Land.

The moment the mist rose on the surface of the sea, Duncan clearly felt some strange change in the surrounding environment, the sky suddenly became extremely dim, and the original blue water suddenly appeared innumerable, wisps of black thin lines, those black thin lines floated up from under the surface of the sea like fine tangled hairs, and dyed the whole ocean black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the mist, there seemed to be a myriad of shadowy things emerging.

"We have fallen into the spirit realm!" The goat's head's noisy and eerie "come on" sound finally stopped, and its shouts sounded as if it were coming from a very distant place for some reason, mixed with countless low and thin murmurs, as if there were a large number of malicious voices surrounding Duncan, "But the Lost Country has not completely fallen - Captain, take the helm, before sinking into the deep sea, the Lost Country has the power to maintain its course, and we can still get out!" ”

"If I know where to go!" Duncan roared under his breath, his voice mixed with the crackling of green flames as if coming from hell, "I've lost my sense of direction!" ”

"Intuition, Captain, intuition!" The voice of the goat's head shouted in the brass, "Your intuition is more accurate than the reticle on the chart!" ”

Duncan: "......"

A sense of powerlessness came over him, but Duncan no longer had the extra strength to fight with an evil goat's head, and since the other party said that he had to rely on intuition, then he would simply be reckless-

Following the glimmer of sensation left before the fog rose, he gripped the steering wheel in his hand and turned as hard as he could.

The Lost let out a series of eerie howls from top to bottom, the massive hull made an astonishing arc on the sea that had completely turned into a pitch black, the wind howled, the fog swirled, and in the dim sky and fog, Duncan's eyes suddenly caught that something seemed to be emerging in the fog.

The next second, he saw that it was a ship, a white ship that looked smaller than the Lost Place, with a pitch-black chimney standing in the middle of its hull.

At the end of the beautiful arc drawn by the Lost Country, the ship that suddenly emerged from the fog was crashing straight into it—or rather, the Lost Country was crashing straight through.

Duncan only had one cry left in his heart: ", something has happened to the spirit world!" ”

He had been exploring this strange world for so long and had not seen any other living person, why could a ship suddenly appear at such a time? What kind of probability is this two-way rush?

……

With winds howling and waves raging, the Infinite Sea is unleashing its terrifying power, and in the face of the natural power that can tear apart the mighty of the superb, the White Oak is squeezing the last bit of power from its steam turbine to fight the fate of death.

The gray-haired captain Lawrence Creed stood in the wheelhouse, whose solid walls and glass windows gave him no sense of security, his hands clutching the rudder, and the dying roars and spasms of the White Oak seemed to flood his mind through a series of gears and connecting rods behind the wheel.

Through the wide window, he could clearly see that there were amazing waves outside the side of the ship, but what was even more terrifying than the amazing waves was the strange fog rising and spreading from the sea in the distance, and the black lightning looming in the thick fog.

The White Oak is the most advanced steamship in the world, but even the most advanced machines can only ensure that the ship is powered in the "normal" seas, but now it and its captain have to face the collapsing frontier of reality, the bitter cold that is spreading from the stinking palaces of the evil gods at the bottom of the world.

"Captain! The priest can't hold it anymore! ”

The first mate's mournful cry came from the side, and Lawrence heard a slight murky echo in the other man's voice, and then he looked ahead of the bridge to see an ominous purple-black flame rising from the incense burner placed on the prayer platform, and the venerable and loyal clergyman in dark blue robes was sitting tremblingly in front of the incense burner, his mouth and nose covered with blood, and the madness and sobriety in his eyes alternated.

Lawrence's heart sank.

He knew that the venerable priest was still on the side of humanity, and that he was fighting the cry from the "depths of the world" with his last devotion and the purest and most holy soul, but that persistence was already at the end of the crossbow, and the purple-black smoke rising from the incense burner was proof that pollution had broken through prayer.

Once the priest falls, every lucid mind on this ship has the potential to become a door to the deep sea, and even to subspace.

"Captain!"

The first mate's voice came from the side again, Lawrence interrupted him, and the middle-aged captain's face was full of determination at the moment: "Temporarily close the Holy Emblem Dao Mark, we will sink into the spirit realm!" ”

The first mate was instantly stunned, and the man who had been begging for half his life at sea seemed to be unable to believe his ears: "Captain?!" ”

"Sink into the spirit realm—so that in at least ten minutes we can avoid the most ferocious impact of the collapse of the border, and the priest will have a chance to recover," Lawrence ordered again in an unquestioning tone, only with two more explanations this time, "carry out my orders." ”

The first mate opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, but then he gritted his teeth: "You are the captain!" ”

The crew began to quickly carry out the orders from the captain, Lawrence, who was personally at the helm, took a deep breath, the Holy Emblem Dao Marker located in the depths of the cabin was gradually extinguishing, he could feel that the invisible protective force field around the White Oak was rapidly weakening, and without the protection of the holy relic, the ship was sinking little by little into the "spirit world" between reality and the deep sea.

Mist appeared on the surrounding sea, and the water was gradually turning black.

It's dangerous, but it's not uncommon in history for ships to return from a spirit state - as a member of the Society of Explorers, he has read countless books on the subject, as well as various "survival guides" written by survivors.

How bad could it be? All he needs to do is take shelter from a storm on the edge of the Spirit Realm, then take a thrilling "Spirit Drift" with the power of an advanced steam turbine, and if luck still favors him, he can lead his crew back to Earth.

Then quickly hand over the damn "Anomaly 099" in the warehouse to the consul of the city-state of Plain, and never wade into the troubled waters of the authorities again in this life.

It couldn't be worse.

Lawrence was so relieved.

Then he saw a three-masted galleon, a full circle larger than the White Oak, suddenly emerge from the sea in the distance, and with a certain indomitable momentum, it crossed a thrilling arc and slammed into it......

Captain Lawrence stared ahead.

“…… . ”

(Oh yes!) Another surprise!

Thank you for your enthusiasm and support, and thank you for the Silver Alliance from "Festival Exercise...... Big Meng,One more chapter today =。 =

But that's just for today...... After all, the body is not as good as 233)