A shadow shrouded in darkness, a battleship that seemed to be a patchwork of smoke, fog, and wreckage, was traveling with the White Oak, charging the Petrel approaching in the distance—the silhouette of the fog-shrouded ship could still be seen in its homologous resemblance to the White Oak.

It wasn't quite what he remembered, but Lawrence still recognized it at first—even though it looked broken, twisted, and weird now, it still touched his memory as much as every time he saw it in a dream.

It was the Black Oak, and there it was, as it did the last time we left together, sailing with the White Oak.

A loud whistle suddenly came, interrupting the old captain's astonishment and thoughts, the whistle came from the phantom ship, as if to remind Lawrence that this was not the time to be in a daze.

Whistling shells fell from the sky, and the shelling from the Petrel was non-stop, Lawrence suddenly turned his head to see a fireball crashing into the bow of the White Oak.

The flames rose into the air, and in an instant they were assimilated and absorbed by the ship's burning green flames, and part of the bow was torn to shreds, and the hot metal was scattered and shattered—but in the next second, the broken structures began to recover as if they had gone back in time, and were restored to their original state in the green flames.

Lawrence felt that something was "lost", as if his strength and life were being cut away from his "perception", but the lost part was soon replenished by the spirit flames burning in all directions, and immediately after, the self-defense guns on the bow and side of the White Oak roared, and the shells let out a chilling screech as they burst out of the barrel like angry spirits, streaking through the air with a stream of green light. Almost at the same moment, the "Black Oak" next to it also began to attack - with the roar of artillery, flashes of light erupted one after another from the rising black fog, and one after another illusory shells rushed out of the dense fog and fell in the direction of the enemy ships in the distance.

Lawrence clenched the steering wheel with both hands, feeling the powerful tremor of the ship under his feet in the roar of artillery, and he felt that his perception was spreading further, even following the flying cannonballs, along the surrounding surging water, to the entire sea, and at the edge of his perception, the "Petrel" was like a campfire in the night, exuding a strong and somewhat dazzling ...... Presence.

Not so long ago, it was a desperate opponent for the White Oak, but now Lawrence only felt that the prey was so delicious... Delicious.

A moment later, the White Oak's return fire finally landed on the Petrel for the first time, accompanied by a huge explosion and flames, the strange warship was "ripped" out of thin air as if it had been bitten by some invisible giant mouth, and in the huge scars that were devoured, the strange and twisted structure inside the ship could be seen.

The attack was effective, but it was not enough.

"Full speed," Lawrence gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the still approaching hostile ship, he already knew what he had to do—or rather, what the White Oak needed at the moment," "we need to replenish." ”

The voice of the first mate Gus sounded on the bridge: "Yes, full speed!" ”

The steam core roared further, and the White Oak, already sailing at high speed, further increased its speed to the limit, and began to pounce like a swift falcon on the distant Petrel - the Black Oak was still accompanying it like a reflection, always maintaining the same speed, the same course.

The Petrel showed no signs of changing course or slowing down from the distance, and the ship that launched a blind onslaught from the moment it appeared was like a runaway beast without reason, even after the White Oak changed dramatically and its own battle turned unfavorable, it always faithfully carried out its original goal: to attack the enemy.

The two ships, one enveloped in dark green flames, the other covered with strange structures of twisted darkness, simultaneously launched a full-speed charge towards each other - the piercing and terrifying whistle almost tore through the sky, and the increasingly dense cannon fire of the two ships shook the entire ocean, the distance between them became closer and closer, and the shells that bombarded each other almost all fell on each other's hulls, and the explosion tore through the hull, and the scorching debris was poured into the sea and sky!

On the bridge of the White Oak, Lawrence was just staring straight ahead, all of them staring in the same direction as him, and the minds of all the sailors seemed to be clung to something, and every creature on the ship suddenly had no fear, no hesitation, only the feverish anticipation of the impending and destined impact—and then the two ships finally touched each other.

Like a loose snowball being pressed hard against the outer wall of the blazing furnace, the bow of the Haiyan sank straight into the raging spiritual flames around the White Oak, accompanied by a piercing noise and a loud noise like the shouts of thousands of people in unison, the seemingly solid steel hull melted inch by inch in the green flames, and with the continuation of the "impact", the Haiyan began to disappear from beginning to end in the depths of the wall of fire, this scene looked ······ It's as if the whole thing has been swallowed up.

And until the last turret at the stern of the Petrel was swallowed up by the spirit flames, the fierce bombardment between the two ships never stopped.

Then, it was all over.

The self-defense guns of the White Oak finally stopped roaring, and after the enemy disappeared, the roar of the steam core gradually subdued, and the rising spirit flames in various parts of the ship slowly retracted, and the initial aggressive posture became gentle, and began to burn quietly against the hull.

Lawrence was a little dazed for a moment, his hands had left the steering wheel for some reason, and he raised his head and looked around at the scene on the bridge.

The sailors turned their heads to look at him one by one, each of them showing a ghost-like posture in the spirit body, and in a pair of empty eyes, it seemed that there was no reason and humanity that belonged to human beings.

Lawrence blinked, but just a second before the chaos in his mind was about to swallow him completely, a figure suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye.

It was a young man, he appeared out of thin air out of thin air, stepped over the rising spirit flames around him, he was wearing the dark blue robe of the priest of the Deep Sea Church, the emblem on his chest was burning like a blazing fire, he strode over, grabbed the burning emblem on his chest with one hand, and pressed it to Lawrence's chest.

A burning heat spread through his chest, and Lawrence felt his crumbling mind suddenly solidify, humanity and reason returning to his soul at the same time.

And with the captain's sobriety, the sailors on the ship also woke up one by one, and people looked at each other, as if only then did they recall the end of the battle just now, and recalled the scene when the White Oak and the Petrel finally fought and "collided".

Lawrence frowned, looked at the young man in front of him for a long time, and then finally hesitated to speak: "Pastor······ Jason? ”

"It's me, thank goodness, you can see me at last," the young chaplain gasped, as if he had just climbed up from the sea, his robes soaking wet, and streams of water running down his hair and neck as he spoke, "Thank you for the protection of the Storm Lord—I've been yelling around you for days." ”

Lawrence, however, still felt a little unconscious in his mind, and it took him a few seconds to gradually recall another incongruity in the past few days—

There should have been a priest on board, just as there should be a sun in the sky, but he hadn't seen the young priest in the past few years.

Pastor Jensen disappeared from everyone's sight, and even from everyone's memory—so much so that people even forgot the common sense that "there should be a priest on board".

Lawrence noticed the disappearance of the sun, but only now did he realize that the Reverend Jensen had also disappeared.

“…… What happened? ”

The old captain, who had just woken up from a dream, slowly turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, in the past few days, I seem to have been separated from you in two dimensions," the wet young priest shook his head with a wry smile, "I can see you, but none of you can see me, as if I had become an outsider on the ship until just now... …… The whole ship changed in the flames, and I felt the separation loosen, and at the same time I sensed that your mental state was not right, and I thought about using the emblem to stabilize your sanity—fortunately, this last step finally caught up with the ······"

Lawrence listened to the pastor's story, his mind was full of thoughts and conjectures, and when he heard the other party mention the words "not in the right state of mind", a belated fear finally appeared in his heart.

He recalled the strange state of himself and the rest of the crew when he had fought the Petrel until the last few minutes, and a cold sweat seemed to ooze from his back.

However, he didn't break out in a cold sweat - he was still enveloped in spirit flames, and the ghostly body showed no signs of recovery.

Lawrence lowered his head and looked at his arm, which was still in an illusory state of spirit, and already had a lot of speculation in his mind.

"'Favor from the Lost Country,......" the old captain shook his head bitterly, not knowing for a moment whether to call it a blessing or a curse, "It may not seem like an easy thing to bear Duncan Abnomar's gaze, but at least we survived... …··· If this is really the state of a living person······

As he spoke, he slowly raised his head again, looking through the porthole not far away, looking at the sea beside him.

The ship, shrouded in fog and shadow, still rests silently there, like the shadow of the White Oak.