A low, majestic whistle echoed across the sea, and sacred steam gushed out from the ship's core compartment, shaking the Sea Mist's towering chimneys and every intricate pipe within, and all the sailors moved to action in the whistle like a war horn.

Hoists creaked to deliver cartridge packs and heavy shells into combat ammunition depots beneath the batteries, steam pipes roared to send holy gases into key institutions and blessed areas, and sailors made their way between decks and corridors to enter their combat positions.

When the whistle sounded a second time, a bronze bell rang in the chapel at the tail of the Sea Mist, a symbol of the blessing of the Storm Goddess, and the gift of Grimona befell the terrifying warship, which the world considered a "curse".

On the other main warships of the Sea Fog Fleet, similar bells and whistles rang one after another—the bells of the shipboard churches echoed in the fog, vaguely as if there was a mysterious resonance, and the bells that rang in unison even began to interfere with reality, causing the dense fog on the sea surface to fade and dissipate slightly.

At the same time, along with the actions of the Sea Fog Fleet, the Frost Navy patrolling the nearby patrol area also responded—the flag was raised, the lights flickered, and the whistle and the bells of the shipboard church echoed in the fog like a glow!

At this moment, half a century of entanglement and hostility between the two fleets finally gave way to this vision that befell everyone, and under the blockade of the strange and dangerous fog, the navy built by the living and the fleet dominated by the undead have become the only forces that can still rely on each other.

No one knows when and in what form the enemy will appear, but everyone knows that every strange ship that appears next on this surface of the sea is an enemy.

Even every "friendly ship" that refuses to respond to communications is an enemy.

The enemy is the sea itself.

Everyone's nerves tensed, waiting for a change in the fog, waiting for new news from the Frost Island, or any other information or instructions that might exist, and this depressing wait lasted for I don't know how long, and Tirion, who was in command on the Sea Mist, suddenly had a strange feeling.

It was as if he felt a gaze that did not come from any definite direction—as if a gaze that had transcended time rather than space, cast from the distant past, and was falling silently on him.

He looked up in astonishment, subconsciously looking around the Sea Mist's bridge.

First mate Aiden was communicating with the boatswain, the communicator was communicating with the Frost Navy about the coordinates of their ships, and the old black-robed priest had already arrived from the chapel, and was closing his eyes and praying at the gunner's seat—the fog obscured the view of the sea, and the priest's spiritual guidance would be the battleship's greatest reliance in the fog to engage the enemy.

Farther away, a figure stood quietly by the porthole.

In a trance, Tirien recalled a scene half a century ago—in that yellowed memory, Her Majesty had personally boarded the battleship, when the Sea Mist had not yet experienced the fifty years of growth, it was still a different and more ancient, more vicissitudes of life, and the Queen stood there, staring at the distant sea for a long time.

From that position, she gave the order to keep the Sea Mist Fleet out of the frost after three days.

Now, the figure slowly turned its head and gave another order.

"Tirien, defend the frost."

Half a century later, the second order finally arrived.

Tyrion woke up suddenly, his heart pounding, his eyes scorching as if they were looking directly at some kind of knowledge close to the "truth", and the noise in his mind roared and reverberate, and before he could think carefully about whether the scene he had just seen was an illusion or something else, a hurried alarm bell suddenly rang on the bridge, interrupting all his thoughts.

In the sound of the bell, out of the corner of his eye, he could already see the scene on the distant sea—in the mist, a huge shadow of a ship was emerging from the thick fog, as if the sea itself was rising upward, creating a ghost of the past.

The "ghost's" mast was towering, and the old chimney structure resembled the growth of coral on the back of a sea beast, slowly adjusting its direction towards the flank of the sea fog fleet.

So close that it doesn't even need the spiritual guidance of a pastor.

"The visual unit appears! Silhouette recognition, third-party ships! The observer shouted.

"Fire," Tirien said as he stepped back to his captain's seat, his voice as majestic as an iceberg, "except for the ships that are already on the identification list, everything that appears on this surface is an enemy. ”

In an instant, the artillery roared, and the thunder exploded!

On the Sea Mist, the three main turrets that were at the best firing angle launched a bombardment one after another, and the heavy armor-piercing shells that had long been ready to fire flew out of the gun chamber in the thunder, turning into a fiery meteor falling from the sky in the dense fog, and smashed into the shadow of the ship that appeared in the fog in the distance!

And almost at the same time as the Sea Mist attacked, there was also a succession of cannon roars from the fog - it sounded like distant thunder, and in a series of flickering fires, the lines of fire cut through the fog and plunged towards the sea where the Sea Mist was located.

Tyri sat quietly in the captain's seat, squinting slightly, listening to the distant roar and calculating the flight of the cannonballs.

It was an old-fashioned 356 mm gun with four triple ...... Which old friend is it?

The Duke of Rune, who was on a mission to protect the Queen? Or the "Knight", who fought bravely against the children of the deep sea in the storm? Or ...... the Warrior?

The whistling sound was like the mourning of a banshee, the thunder falling from the sky shattered the remaining calm on the sea, and the huge explosion stirred up a column of water dozens of stories high, and even the dense fog that lingered on the sea surface was torn to pieces in the shock wave, turning into countless pale turbulence.

None of the shells flying from across the fog landed near the Sea Mist, as did the Sea Mist's first shelling.

"It's the Knight, watch out for its quick-fire guns on the side," Tirion opened his eyes, his voice not loud but clear to every soldier, "That's enough distance for the rapid-fire cannon to exert its power - the steam core pressurizes and pulls away." ”

"Yes! Steam core pressurized! Distance! ”

The "heart" of the Sea Mist let out a low roar, and the whole ship began to accelerate and slowly turn, and in the nearby sea, large expanses of ice floe began to emerge rapidly, spreading in all directions like some kind of living creature, building a battlefield favorable to the Sea Mist.

Just as the ship began to maneuver, Tirion suddenly noticed another fire outside the porthole on the other side, accompanied by a distant shadow.

First mate Aiden immediately shouted: "The second ship has been found, there is no radio response, it is not on the identification list!" ”

Before Aiden could finish speaking, another low roar came from afar.

"The third ship! Not on the list of recognitions! ”

"There's a communication from the Sea Raven, they've fought multiple enemies!"

"Communication from the Frost Navy has broken out in the coastal waters of the city-state!"

"The first and second main guns are prioritized against the Knight, and the third main gun and long-range secondary guns are dealt with other enemies that appear within range," Tirion's voice did not change in the slightest due to the successive enemies on the sea, he just calmly stared at the shadow of the ship in the depths of the fog that was still firing its guns and constantly approaching this side against the ice floe, "Don't care how many enemies there are - all the strange things that appear on the surface of the sea are enemies, and this is just the beginning." ”

The first mate Aiden also spoke loudly: "Listen to the captain, you can fight whatever appears on the sea, even if these old guys come back to life, they are not the opponents of the Sea Mist Fleet, continue to fire!" ”

With the order from the bridge, all of the Sea Mist's main and secondary guns began to fire in a volley, and the scorching fire ignited the dark and chaotic fog again and again.

And in the roar of artillery, more unrecognized ships began to appear constantly on this vast sea!

As Tirion said – this is just the beginning.

The mirror frost is rising, the borders of reality are blurring in the fog, and what was once sunk in this sea is entering reality on a large scale in the form of replicas!

And everything that appears on this sea next is the enemy!

"Makes a fuss!" Aiden's loud gong-like voice roared on the bridge, and the bald man had an almost hideous smile on his face, obviously he hadn't fought like this for a long time, "Let out all the evil fire of the past fifty years, brothers, open the eyes of those sissies in the Navy!" Let them see what the sea fog fleet is ......"

Suddenly, the loud voice came to an abrupt halt, and he stared in a direction with his eyes wide as if he had been choked by an invisible hand—and the next second, Tirion knew why he was reacting.

Another shadow suddenly appeared in the nearby fog, and then rushed directly into the battlefield at almost lightning speed, but it was different from any kind of enemy that had appeared so far, unlike any famous ship that Tirion knew of—

It was a solidified black mist, a tangible shadow, a hazy void that took on the shape of a ship! It broke through the fog like some kind of strange shadow that was reflected backwards in the mirror, whistling straight over, and compared to the strange form of the "Shadow Ship", what made the crew of the Sea Mist instantly silent was the "shadow" of the ship's shadow reflected in the sea.

It was another ship, a "ghost ship" that was haunted by a faint green fire, and was even more terrifying than a phantom in the eyes of all the members of the Sea Mist Fleet!

The "twin ships" mirrored by the sea suddenly ran out and roared across the sea, one emitting billowing black smoke on the surface of the sea, the other smoking a faint green fire under the surface of the sea, it almost brushed the side of the Sea Mist and galloped past, and in the blink of an eye it was already on the other side of the battlefield.

Tyrion swore to his father that he had never seen a ship as outrageously large as Biaosu in his life!

(End of chapter)