The White Oak stopped on the surface of the sea, and the Black Oak, shrouded in a thick fog like a shadow, also stopped, and in the latter's hazy shadow, as if an invitation was hidden.

Lawrence looked at the ship, looking a little hesitant.

"We ...... Do you want to send someone up to see it? The voice of the first mate, Gus, came from the side, waking Lawrence from his musings.

Lawrence turned his head and looked at the first mate beside him, who had been following him through ups and downs for twenty or thirty years:

"You recognize it, right?"

“…… The last time we saw it, it was also near the frost," the first mate looked at the sea not far away, his tone was quite complicated, like Lawrence, he was still wrapped in the burning green flame at the moment, and his body was like a ghost, "After so many years, several of our old subordinates know about your situation, but no one dares to mention this matter......"

Lawrence was silent for a moment, and then suddenly spoke softly: "Remember not long ago, you saw a figure standing on the deck talking to me?" ”

The first mate was slightly stunned, and immediately reacted: "It was ······ at that time"

"It's Martha—for all these years, only I could see 'Martha,'" Lawrence's voice was low, but his words made the first mate's eyes widen, "I've seen her more than once on the ship during this time, and I've heard her voice on that 'Dagger Island' as I explored it...... I always thought it was because this strange sea was amplifying the illusions in my mind, but now it seems that it is not that simple. ”

The first mate slowly turned his head and looked at the Black Oak, which was shrouded in fog and remained silent and deadly, and it took a long time to break the silence: "It's not an illusion, it's here." ”

Lawrence pursed his lips as if in deep thought, and after a few seconds suddenly spoke: "Signal and see how it reacts." ”

The first mate immediately nodded, "Yes, Captain." ”

A moment later, a set of lights on the side of the White Oak came on.

The crew, still ghostly, turned the baffle in front of the searchlight and fired a regular series of flashes at the black "ghost ship" that was close at hand.

Lawrence stood on the bridge, staring in the direction of the black ghost ship, waiting for some kind of response from the ship - but as if terrified to see it give any response.

"Martha...... Are you there......"

The nervousness made him subconsciously grasp the armrest beside him, and at the same time muttered softly as if talking to himself.

In the next second, in the thick black mist, a wobbling point of light appeared on the deck of the Black Oak, which lit up for a few seconds and then went out, then lit up again, repeating three times.

“…… It responded," the first mate turned his head and looked at his captain with a somewhat complicated expression, "You can wait here first, and I'll send a few sailors up to see what is going on." ”

"No, I'll go myself," Lawrence waved his hand, and in his calming expression, he had obviously made his decision, "if this is really a phenomenon caused by my mind gradually getting out of control, it must be dangerous for other sailors to rush to that ship... … It's a matter that I need to face, and only I can solve it myself. ”

The first mate obviously wanted to say something, but in front of the captain, who had already made up his mind, he could only swallow back all the words of dissuasion: "I understand." ”

Lawrence nodded slightly: "Go and help me prepare, lanterns, ropes, weapons, ammunition, and ......"

He stopped abruptly and looked at the bridge not far away.

A shriveled corpse in an old seaman's overshirt was moving cautiously, little by little, to the side, taking cover in the shadow of the bridge, trying to avoid attracting the attention of others, and was almost moving to the noose.

Lawrence thought for a moment, "I'll take it with me - I can't leave an anomaly that has gotten out of control on the White Oak, and it's in such a bad state." ”

Anomaly 077 stopped instantly.

At the same time, in the Frost City, at the sewage treatment center near Cemetery No. 4, the black-clad guards were still vigilantly guarding the intersections, and two other warriors were guarding the hapless caretaker, who was slumped next to a pipe next to the sewage sedimentation tank, his face pale and still a little trembling, but still trying to answer every question the guards had.

"I don't know, I don't know...... How can I tell ······?" The only ordinary person left at the scene, the only living "human" in the entire sewage treatment center, the middle-aged administrator who was on the top kept wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his face was mixed with fear and nervousness, "It's always been good here, I've known those people for more than a day, and they never seem to have anything wrong......

"Relax, you're just an ordinary person, it's normal to be blinded by supernatural powers," the black-clad guard in charge of the interrogation had to calm the frightened administrator, while looking up at the clearing next to the sedimentation tank from time to time, "The gatekeepers will deal with the freaks - Lady Agatha will be back soon." ”

The Administrator subconsciously glanced up at the clearing, and then, the terrible scene not long ago seemed to invade his mind again—the three "Church Priests" suddenly turned into unfamiliar faces, terrifying demons appeared from the air, and a dozen or so processing center employees turned into twisted humanoid monsters, and fierce battles broke out with the black-clad guards......

The hapless manager shuddered and quickly closed his eyes, but the darkness brought by closing them caused a new fear, and he opened his eyes with palpitations on his face.

The black-clothed guard next to him noticed this scene, but could only cast sympathetic glances.

After spending so much time in a sewage treatment center that has been transformed into a freak lair, surrounded by lurking murderous cultists and fake freaks that have been replaced by the elements, he is already mentally fit not to be scared into a madman when the truth is suddenly revealed.

Those employees who turned into fakes are likely to be replaced day by day, and now this manager is obviously the last one left, and if it weren't for the sudden breakdown of the guards, the manager would probably have been replaced with the next "fake" - he himself can obviously think of this, this kind of fear is indescribable.

After the events here, the steward may never be able to return to work at the sewerage center - let alone work, he may need a long period of psychotherapy before he can return to his normal life, but that is not something for the guardians to consider.

The guards were more worried about their boss's situation at the moment - there was no doubt about the strength of the gatekeeper Agatha, and three ordinary oblivion priests plus a dozen fake freaks who could only be counted as cannon fodder could not be the match for that lady, but now ...... She hasn't come back yet.

After a while, even the manager who was in a state of panic and anxiety noticed the tense and solemn atmosphere at the scene, he raised his head and glanced at the black-clothed guards around him who were on alert, and after hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but speak····· Are you okay on the gatekeeper's side? ”

"Lady Agatha is in the spirit realm, and she is worried that the battle between the transcendents will affect you, an ordinary person, and destroy the sewage treatment facilities here," a female black-clad guard said in a deep voice, her calm voice carrying a reassuring power, "Don't worry, no heretic can defeat Bartók's gatekeeper in the spirit realm, she should be continuing to investigate the clues, so she delayed her return." ”

The manager quickly nodded: "Okay······ Good.

And in the next second, a cold wind suddenly blew through the factory area, and several black-clothed guards guarding the intersection looked at the open space near the sedimentation tank.

The female guardian who had just spoken suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on her face: "Ah, it looks like Lady Agatha has solved the problem. ”

As the guardian's voice fell, phantoms suddenly appeared in the clearing next to the sedimentation tank—as if another dimension was reconnecting with the reality dimension, and hazy and illusory shadows appeared in the air one after another, and in just a few breaths, those shadows quickly condensed into solidity and fell to the dirty ground.

It was a dozen fake freaks that had been reduced to humanoid mud, and the cold, mutilated corpses of three Annihilationists.

The corpses of the fake freaks quickly "melted" after hitting the ground, turning into dry mud that would never squirm again, while the bodies of the Annihilators began to burn the moment they returned to the real world, and within seconds they were reduced to piles of char by the black flames, and the ghostly demons who lived with them dissipated into the air before they could recover their entities.

The manager of the sewage treatment center watched this surreal scene in amazement, and even forgot the fear in his heart for a moment, and then he saw a gray-white whirlwind appear in the middle of the clearing, and in the whirlwind there seemed to be smoke and dust in the thick fog, and in the blink of an eye, a figure wearing a black coat and holding a cane condensed from the gray wind and stepped out.

Agatha, who was wrapped in bandages, looked up at the familiar dimension of reality in front of her, and at the subordinates around her who seemed to be a little nervous.

"Problem solved." She nodded softly to her subordinates, her voice low and reassuringly magnetic, as always.