A steel battleship with a towering bow was sailing on the vast sea, and a thin layer of cold mist lingered within hundreds of meters around the steel battleship—the fog was like a curse wrapped around the Sea Mist in the frozen sea in the north, even if it had reached the relatively warm central sea, the cold in the fog still condensed.

On the deck of the steel battleship, six triple giant main guns and dozens of large and small secondary guns are already in a state of readiness, and the undead sailors who are surrounded by cold air are nervously and busily passing between various facilities, preparing for a possible battle;

On the lower decks of the battleship, the elevators of the ammunition depots were running in Kerala, constantly feeding the cartridges and shells into the turret transfer compartments, and the sailors operated the pipeline hubs located in various places, checking the delivery and pressure of the sacred steam and grease throughout the ship;

At the stern of the battleship, a small chapel had lit its own boiler, and the steam pipes on the top of the chapel were spewing out puffs of mist into the sky, accompanied by the whistle of the church, and the smell of incense mixed with the steam erupted, and gradually let this smell envelop the entire deck;

The shriveled and pale priest looked very old, his skull was sunken on one side, and the corresponding half of his body was as wet as if it were still soaked in the sea, and in his eyes, two dark clouds seemed to be brewing forever in the white eyeballs, among which the lake reflected the candle flame dancing in front of the statue.

In front of the priest was the icon of the goddess of storms, Grimna, who sheltered every ship on the endless sea, even if it was run by the dead, and the base of the icon was at the top of a huge pipe, around which a large number of tiny pipes spread out like blood vessels and extended throughout the church, and the lower part of which was buried deep in the hull of the ship, penetrating the layers of chambers and reaching the pressurized water tank, which was directly connected to the endless sea, the darkest, coldest chamber.

Fully functional shipboard chapels, individual chapel boilers, and sacred steam pipes running through all decks are standard on every warship that has been on the vast seas since the city-states' military and technical overhaul in 1835, effectively preventing a ship from being contaminated in a high-pressure, harsh, and casualty combat environment, or captured by subspace due to a collective mental breakdown of sailors.

From a certain point of view, the beginning of the great technological innovation in 1835 can even be traced back to 35 years, until the "Lost Land" incident in 1800 - the most advanced exploration ship in human history, the best explorer, rushed directly into subspace after a long voyage, which directly stimulated everyone who paid attention to the field of navigation.

The priest withdrew his gaze from looking at the icon, but his mind couldn't help but have thoughts related to the Lost Country and the shipborne church in front of him.

His cold, numb brain and heart that had been beating for half a century were restless at what was about to happen.

"Please shelter us," the priest bowed his head and prayed to the goddess sincerely, "We will confront the shadows of the subspace, please witness ......"

The electric bell rang suddenly, and a small light flickered in front of the communication station.

The priest came to the communication desk and turned on the brass pipe corresponding to the small lamp: "This is the church...... Yes, the grease and steam are there, and the blessings have come. ”

On the bridge, the captain of the Sea Mist, Tirien Abnomar, was standing quietly in the captain's seat, looking out at the seemingly calm sea in the distance.

His eyes ached slightly, and his mind echoed with a low, distracting murmur, and at his hand lay an intricate brass machine, consisting of a large number of intermeshing gears, several delicate compasses, and many arc tracks, the center of which was a small hemispherical bowl supported by three copper pillars.

At this moment, the small bowl contained about a third of the blood, and the blood kept tumbling as if it were boiling, and the entire brass machine was constantly fine-tuning the angles of the gears and compass in the tremors, and its many hands pointed far away.

First mate Aiden walked over from the side, nodded to Tirien and said, "Captain, the units are ready, the church has just sent a feedback, and the goddess has sent a blessing." ”

“…… The Lost Country is ahead," Tirion whispered as if to himself, then glanced back at the brass machinery beside him, "I think 'he' should sense me too." ”

First mate Aiden's gaze also fell on the brass machine, especially on the boiling blood.

The pale-skinned, bald man said in a deep voice: "The Blood Compass will guide the blood to reunite, but this item never brings good luck and reunion...... It only points to fighting and desolation. ”

"That's right," Tirion said, and at the end of his vision, a misty black dot seemed to loom, "...... It really came, pointing straight at Prand. ”

"We can fire," the first mate couldn't help but remind, "Actually, it was okay just now." ”

“…… No, keep getting closer, to the close-range range," Tirion shook his head, "We've already tried it once half a century ago, and a bombardment from a distance away will never land on the Lost Land, the ship is affected by some kind of distorted space-time, and there is a disconnect and misalignment between the ship and the reality dimension. ”

Aiden lowered his head: "...... Yes, the Sea Mist will continue to move forward. ”

……

Duncan lowered the monocular in his hand, slung it back to his waist, and continued to hold the steering wheel tightly.

He saw the ship.

The Sea Mist, as its name suggests, is surrounded by a thin layer of ice fog that doesn't look like a normal phenomenon.

But what really surprised him was not the layer of ice fog that seemed to be associated with the supernatural, but the posture of the ship itself: a steel battleship that looked very advanced, with heavy armor, towering chimneys, a well-structured bridge structure, and advanced multi-mounted gun emplacements reminiscent of battleship guns.

None of this looks like what a ship could have been equipped with a century ago - even if it is a modification, it is impossible to imagine how a sail warship can be changed to this posture.

This reminded him of some rumors he had learned about the Sea Mist and the Bright Star when he had inquired in the city-state.

For example, Tirion's warships devour the metal of the seabed and the wreckage of the vanquished, and grow and reshape themselves in the middle of the night when no one is watching.

Now it seems that these rumors were born with justification - as if you were to explain why a 59 suddenly made a faster-than-light jump, you can only say that it is a mech......

Duncan shook his head, putting aside the thoughts that were out of tune in his head for a moment.

The Sea Mist had no intention of backing down, and seemed ready for battle, and the Lost had no time to make a detour, and a head-to-head confrontation seemed inevitable.

He didn't know much about naval warfare, but theoretically he didn't have to worry about combat - the guns on the Lost would do everything themselves.

He's just a little ...... Confused, in a state of confusion, there is still a little nervousness and ...... Expect.

Tirien Abnomar, captain of the Sea Mist, one of Captain Duncan's children.

Theoretically, Duncan's current identity is the pirate leader's father.

He never thought that he would meet the Sea Mist in this situation...... Isn't that ship supposed to be in the cold sea? Shouldn't you be busy robbing homes and collecting protection money in that icy sea? What is it doing here?

Tiriam looking for his father? Father's kindness and filial piety?

It's impossible to think about.

Captain Duncan's story sounds like an unfortunate route to the family.

"Captain," the goat's voice came suddenly, sounding a little ...... Excited, "Sea Mage is starting to get into a firing stance, are we going to adjust the direction?" ”

Adjust the orientation, try to avoid the first round of direct coverage from the opponent's artillery, and move into combat positions with minimal hull projection, while allowing as many of your guns as possible to get into firing angles - Goathead is clearly ready for an artillery battle.

Duncan raised his eyebrows: "You sound like you're looking forward to it?" ”

"The Sea Mist is a good opponent, first of all, it can't beat us, and secondly, it dares to fight us," the goat's voice was a little pleasant, "and finally, it's still durable—the ship is full of the living dead, and even the ship itself has a bit of an 'unsinkable' characteristic, and if the Lost Country wants to stretch its muscles, there is no better object than that." ”

“…… In short, kids resist beatings, right? Duncan said casually, and at this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a few clouds and mist appearing on the sea in the distance, and slowly dispersed around the Sea Mist.

After a few more moments, he suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound coming from high in the sky, and it was wrapped in some kind of powerful momentum that went straight to the location of the Lost Homeland.

The Sea Mist was the first to fire - as a more technologically advanced steel battleship, it had the advantage of range, and even if it was delayed to close range, it could attack before the Lost Land.

Duncan couldn't help but nervous for a moment, and then he saw huge water columns rising one after another on the sea near the Lost Country, and every bombardment of the powerful battleship-level main guns was amazing, and those huge water columns even made the huge hull of the Lost Country shake slightly.

But none of them landed on the Lost - the Sea Mist's first shot was all missed.

Duncan watched the columns of water fall one by one, and thought for a moment that this might be the normal situation in naval warfare—in the absence of guided weapons and modern fire control computers, the ship's guns should be just as good as they could be.

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