The huge shadow crushed over them, and everyone on the White Oak saw the moment that would make them remember it for a lifetime.

It was an ancient-looking and majestic three-masted warship - in an age when steamships were no longer a rarity, the ancient sail warship that emerged from the fog seemed to have come out of an oil painting a century ago, its mast towering, its steep side, its dark wooden hull burning with the green glow of a ghost, its huge sails flapping in the void, its sails condensing with roaring illusions and layers of flames—scenes that could only be seen in the most terrifying shipwreck legends, even on the terrible expanse of the sea.

"I'm going to hit !!"

Some of the crew exclaimed in exclamation, these men who had been begging for a living at sea, known for their bravery and rudeness, could not help but lose their way in the face of such a behemoth, they cried and ran, some tried to find shelter on the deck, some grabbed everything around them that could hold them in place, and even knelt down directly in the midst of the turbulence and the waves, praying and chanting with unprecedented devotion and chanting the name of Gomona, the goddess of the storm, or Bartók, the lord of death.

In this infinite sea, the blessings of the gods have waned, but only the power of these two righteous gods can still look at all people equally.

But not all the crew lost their cool, the first mate of the ship immediately set his eyes on his most trusted captain, he knew that navigating the infinite sea is full of dangers, and an experienced captain is always the key to the fate of the whole ship, Lawrence has been on the sea for more than thirty years, this old captain who is over half a hundred years old may not be as strong as when he was younger, but his experience in surviving this ocean may still be able to save everyone a ray of life.

The ship that emerged from the fog was distinctly less like a ship sailing normally in the real world, but more like something emerging from the spirit realm or "deeper", and if it was some kind of transcendent vision, then perhaps it could be countered by some otherworldly power.

The old captains who sailed on the infinite sea had some experience in the face of extraordinary visions.

However, the first mate saw only fear and shock in the captain's face.

The old captain held the steering wheel motionless, as if he had not noticed that the whole ship had been completely shrouded in shadows, he stared at the shadow of the ship in front of him, the muscles on his face tense as if a stone sculpture, he finally squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, but those words were colder than the wind on the cold sea: "...... It's the ...... of the Lost Country."

"Ship...... Captain?! The first mate was startled by the name that floated into his ears, and like every man who begs for a living on the boundless seas, he had heard it from many crew members who were older, more qualified, and more superstitious than himself, "What do you say?!" That ......"

"Lost Country!!

Captain Lawrence, however, did not seem to hear the first mate's voice, but only grasped the steering wheel of the White Oak with all his might, and roared as if he were about to roar at something, and almost at the same time as his words fell, the majestic hull of the Lost finally touched the bow of the White Oak.

Almost all the sailors screamed.

However, the expected earth-shaking impact did not materialize—the giant ship burning with green flames swept across the deck of the White Oak with a roaring illusion of light, thick hulls, eerie cabins, dimly lit corridors, flaming keels and pillars...... The sailors' eyes widened in horror as they crashed into the illusion of the ghost ship, and the green flames of the ghost ship swept past them like a web of fire.

Lawrence also watched the flames roar towards him, but before that, he first saw the flames sweep over the first mate in front of him, the body of the first mate suddenly turned into an illusory spirit in the illusory flames, and the bones in the spirit burned like firewood, and he saw the priest at the prayer table in front of him, and saw the flames on the priest's body flickering and dimming, as if the gods behind him were still protecting him from being swallowed by the Lost Land with a meager blessing.

Then the flames burned down on Lawrence, and he saw that his body had changed in the same way, and a strong sense of weariness, obedience, and fear filled his body, and the amulet of the sea that he had hidden in his body began to work, and a feeling of alternating heat and coolness barely maintained his sanity, and in what sanity he had, he "walked" through the cabin and corridors of the Lost Land.

The gloomy and oppressive cabin roared and roared away, the old wooden pillars burning with green fire were wrapped in rotten ropes and barnacles, and he saw a huge cargo compartment in which all sorts of strange things that should have been buried in the deep sea, and a luxurious cabin with a wooden goat's head on the table in the middle of the cabin.

The goat's head turned and looked into Lawrence's eyes indifferently.

Finally, Lawrence raised his head with all his strength, and he saw the figure at the helm of the wheel—beside the classical rudder, a tall figure in a black navigator's uniform was as majestic and terrifying as the lord of a nightmare, the figure that dominated all the ghostly flames, and even the sea, which was already in the depths of the spirit realm, seemed to be intimidated by his majesty, tearing a rift in his back.

Lawrence closed his eyes in resignation—he knew that he was now part of the Lost Place, and that the nightmarish captain needed some sacrifice to satisfy his never-ending emptiness and loneliness.

But the next second, he opened his eyes with the courage to do so, and he felt that all the courage and madness of his life seemed to have converged in these few seconds, and he remembered the knowledge he had gained from books and legends, and looked at the terrifying captain standing on the Lost Land with as much candor and calm as possible.

"You don't have to take everyone with you - take me and let my crew go."

The tall figure, however, did not answer, and only cast his gaze indifferently, and there seemed to be a slight curiosity in that gaze—as if to wonder why a small mortal captain would dare to bargain with him.

Lawrence finally couldn't hold back and let out an angry roar: "They all have wives and children!" ”

The figure standing on the Lost Land finally reacted, he stared in the direction of Lawrence, as if to say something, but a loud whistling sound sounded from the side, and in the whistling, Lawrence only vaguely heard some movement, but could not hear a word clearly.

The response from the Lost Homeland dissipated in the whistling of the waves—

"What are you talking about?! The wind is too strong for me to hear!! ”

In the next second, a loud noise rushed into Lawrence's ears, mixed with the sound of the wind, the sound of the waves, and the shouts of the sailors outside the door, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a green flame rapidly fade, and the last remaining phantom of the Lost Land dissipated from the air like a fog.

Lawrence took a sharp breath, and then noticed that his hands that had been burned by the green flames had been restored to their original shapes, and even the others in the cab had been reduced to flesh and blood again, and the pious priest was lying on the prayer table gasping for breath while chanting the name of the storm goddess Grimona, and the ominous purple-black smoke from the incense burner gradually dissipated, and pure white smoke rose from the copper stove cover.

It took Lawrence a long time to catch his breath, and then looked around in disbelief, as if not believing that the nightmare was over, until the first mate's voice came from the side: "Captain! The ship, the Lost Land, is gone! ”

Lawrence was a little distracted, and reacted for a few seconds before muttering, "...... He actually let us go? ”

The first mate didn't hear clearly for a while: "Captain? What do you say? ”

"That Captain Duncan ......," Lawrence muttered subconsciously, but then slapped himself as if he had accidentally mentioned some taboo word, and then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the first mate, "All ship roll call, quick!" Look who's missing from the ship! ”

The first mate immediately nodded in agreement, but as soon as he was about to leave, Lawrence immediately stopped him: "I want to see if there are any more people on board!" ”

The first mate was stunned for a moment, then reacted, with a hint of surprise and fear in his eyes, he took a deep breath, whispered the name of the Storm Goddess, and then ran quickly to the outside deck.

The White Oak, still sailing in a spiritual state, rang the bell as if it were a reminder.

(Theoretically, there will be ~~)