The battle began with the first round of shelling by the Sea Mist, which roared across the sea like a thunderbolt and a loud crack, and the cannonballs whizzed across the sky and plunged into the sea at the end of the parabola, stirring up a monstrous column of water and a small area of chaotic surges.

The first round was missed, the second was missed, and it wasn't until the third round of shelling that the barrage from the Sea Mist finally hit the side of the Lost Homeland.

Monstrous spectral flames burned between every seam and mast of the Lost Country, and Duncan gripped the steering wheel, causing the massive ghost ship to sweep across the sea like a moving mountain of flames, its majestic bow breaking through the waves ahead, stirring up a series of snow-white foam and ripples on either side of the Lost Country, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a dark shadow swiftly swooping down on the aft deck.

It was a cannonball from the Sea Mist - after several successive misses, the Iron Battleship seemed to have finally calibrated its guns, and a cannonball whizzed towards the second half of the Lost Land impartially, this time finally out of reach.

The slamming of the steering wheel to avoid the shells does not occur in reality, and the massive hull of the Lost Homeland still has to follow the most basic laws of physics when sailing in the real world...... Probably.

The ship was about to be hit.

But in the next moment, Duncan suddenly felt his vision become so sharp that he could even capture the full trajectory of the cannonball as it slanted slightly, see the distorting heat around the cannonball, see the air currents pushed away by the shock wave, see the red-hot warhead and the blurred grooves on the body of the projectile—he stared at the blazing steel, which answered his call.

At the last moment of hitting the Lost Country, a ghostly flame suddenly rose from the surface of the cannonball from the Sea Mist, as if it had been instantly infected and assimilated by the spirit fire around the Lost Land, and it quietly turned into a green meteor and gently fell into the sea of fire rising above the Lost Land in a slow and strange arc.

The cannonballs that burned with dark green flames landed on the deck of the Lost with a loud thud, and the whole ship seemed to tremble - but no additional damage was heard.

"A beautiful catch!" The voice of the goat's head suddenly sounded in his head, causing Duncan to come back to his senses, "Captain, how did you do that?!" ”

“…… Subconsciously, I didn't think much about it. Duncan replied casually, and then more whistling came across the sky.

He tensed his nerves instantly, and while controlling the huge hull of the Lost Homeland to adjust the course slightly, he tracked the black shadows falling from the sky, so in the next second, green "shooting stars" suddenly appeared over the burning hull of the Lost Homeland.

But Duncan's capture was not without limits, as the distance between the Lost Country and the Sea Mist approached, the latter's shelling began to become more accurate and ferocious, and many of its secondary and close defense guns finally reached the effective range, and when the barrage fell from the sky, finally a cannonball began to evade Duncan's gaze and hit the hull of the Lost Land.

In the continuous explosion sound, Duncan saw that a ship near him was suddenly hit by something, and a black shadow pierced the plank there, and fell straight into the sea after causing severe tearing damage, and the side of the ship that was hit exploded into countless broken pieces with a bang—

The torn and shattered structure flew out and soared into the air, then stopped, hovering in the air in keeping with the Lost Place.

It's an incomparably strange scene, as if the hull structures that have been shattered in the real dimension are still one with the Lost in some higher dimension, they are only visually torn apart, but the fragments are still tightly bound together!

This instantly reminded Duncan of the bottom of the ship, of the fragmented but still fully functional, subspace-soaked bulkhead.

And in the next second, he saw the debris that had collapsed from the side of the ship begin to slowly fall and return, as if they were going back in time.

Duncan finally withdrew his gaze from the side of the ship.

It was the first time he had seen the Lost take damage, and the first time he had seen the ship heal itself so quickly! And the process of "healing" ...... It looks like it's going straight to the hull of the ship

Go back to the state before the damage?!

He finally knew why a superbly advanced-looking, heavily armed steel battleship like the Sea Mist couldn't beat a ghost ship from a century ago.

Subspace has completely revamped the Lost Land, leaving the entire ship in a strange space-time structure...... It is simply impossible for it to be defeated by ordinary firepower in the reality dimension!

The voice of the goat's head sounded in his head, with a smug look: "Captain, the Lost Country is the best ship in the world, right?" ”

“…… One thing to say, indeed. ”

"And what's next for you?"

Duncan raised his head slightly, staring at the Sea Mist, which was getting closer and closer: "...... Hitting a child on the way is idle, and being idle is idle, right? ”

……

"Captain! The ship sped up! First mate Aiden's voice rang out on the bridge, with a hint of nervousness in his voice, "Something isn't right...... The effectiveness of our attack was not even comparable to that hastily engaged half a century ago, and more than half of the shells had inexplicably disappeared into the flames of the Lost Country! ”

"I can see it," Tirion said, standing straight on the bridge, staring at the ghost ship that was accelerating in this direction and had begun to adjust its course slightly, his hands unconsciously grasping the guardrail in front of him, his face gloomy as if a storm was coming, "Half a century has passed, 'He's become stronger than last time......"

"Shall we still fight?" The first mate asked loudly, "Looking at it like this, it might not be easy to expel that ship back to subspace like last time!" And I think your father must be very angry right now...... The speed of that ship is just TMD-fast! ”

Tirien's face was gloomy, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke, "...... Keep coming. ”

As he uttered these words, his eyes were still fixed on the huge burning sail warship, staring at the aft deck of the battleship.

He knew that it was where the Lost Wheel's wheel was, and that his father would always be standing there in those distant, yellowed memories.

Is he still there? Was he staring at the Sea Mist?

Large clouds of smoke rose from the surface of the sea, followed by a faint roar in the ears.

"The Lost Country has fired!"

A sailor exclaimed.

Tirion still stood firmly in the captain's seat, like an iceberg in the cold sea, but he frowned.

Instead of fully adjusting to the right angle before firing the cannon, the Lost Land cut into the Sea Mist's forward direction in a slightly inclined arc and shelled it as it went.

This means that the ship has about a quarter of the broadside guns that can be used.

Is it just figuratively fighting back? Didn't you mean to fight the Sea Mist to the end?

This wasn't my father's style, and it didn't fit in with the experience of the encounter half a century ago, when the Lost and the Sea Mist fought until the last minute, and the battle didn't end until both ships were badly damaged.

As a result of that battle, the Lost Land reached its limit of repair capabilities and had to temporarily retreat to subspace, while the Sea Mist nearly sank, and it took three full years to reappear in the Infinite Sea.

But the current situation didn't allow Tirion to continue thinking.

The Lost Land returned fire - and every shell fired by the Ghost ship after it came into effective range was chillingly accurate compared to the Sea Mist's first and second misses.

More than a dozen blazing green fireballs streaked over the sea and smashed into the hull of the steel battleship like meteorites, and in an instant, there was a roar and a boiling spiritual fire.

Layers of glow floated around the Sea Mist, and the ship's chapel and various sacred relics spontaneously activated to resist the pollution spread of the flames, but there were still a lot of terrifying holes in the hull of the steel battleship in an instant—the burning cast-iron cannonballs seemed to fall into the snow as if they were fireballs, and everything that came into contact with the flames, whether wood or steel, was melted down, devoured, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Even the strongest armor loses its meaning - the Lost Land's attacks do not rely on kinetic energy and explosions to take effect, but are based on devouring and transferring in higher dimensions, as is the case with the Sea Mist

The pencil drawings on the eraser were "erased" by the falling shells, and in the first round half of the main guns were erased, and after the second round, several holes appeared in its side that were enough to sink on ordinary ships.

The Sea Mist's attack was forced to stop, and even half of its power was lost in the blink of an eye.

Tirien's eyes widened.

Wrong...... It's different, it's completely different from last time!

He didn't know the ship, it wasn't the Lost Country as he remembered!

And in the midst of this consternation, he noticed that the Lost Land had suddenly stopped shelling.

The ghost ship puffed up all its sails and swept the waves across the sea, and its speed suddenly increased to the limit, and it rushed straight towards the Sea Mist.

“…… Left full rudder! Move! Move! ”

First mate Aiden suddenly roared, and the helmsman was already desperately turning the steering wheel to avoid the impending impact—but all efforts failed.

"The rudder has failed!" The helmsman shouted in horror, "It's spinning on its own!" We're taking the initiative to catch up! ”

As the helmsman had said, the Sea Mist was taking the initiative to catch up with the ghost ship.

Tirion had sensed the movement, he heard the machines beneath his feet hissing uncharacteristically, heard all the windows around him rattle, and saw the remaining turrets on the deck hanging down one by one, and the green flames rising in waves in the gaping holes carved out by the Lost Country.

This is a nightmare that did not occur in the fierce battle half a century ago.

The Sea Mist recognized its flagship.