In the roar of artillery fire, a strange twin ghost ship came sideways, and rushed across the battlefield under the noses of the warring parties, not to mention the Sea Mist, Tirion even felt that even those "fake" battleships in the depths of the fog were stunned for several seconds.

Then he heard Aiden's voice coming from the side: "Ship······ Captain, it seems that the one that ran over just now also came out of the fog, let's ...... Do you want to fight?"

On the bridge, all eyes turned to their captain, because what the captain had said a moment ago was still in everyone's minds:

After the start of the war, everything that emerges in this sea area is an enemy.

「…… Spank!" After a few embarrassing seconds of silence, Tirion's eyes finally narrowed

shouted, "Can you catch up?! And don't you see the shadow of the ship in the middle of the sea?"

Aiden suddenly shrunk his neck, a reflection crossed his bare head, and he hesitated to speak, "I see it, the shadow······ It's like a spiritual fire."

As soon as the first mate finished speaking, a low roar came from the depths of the Sea Mist's hull, and at the same time, the whistle above the deck suddenly sounded—the former lost fleet transformed by supernatural powers

The main battleship seemed to be responding spontaneously, affirming the judgment of the first mate.

"The ship has sensed it too," Aiden glanced up and looked around at Tyrion with a complicated expression, "Captain, what did you say was the origin of that ship?"

「…… Maybe it's my father's arrangement," Tirion said in a deep voice with a serious expression, "Don't dig deeper, keep fighting. Also inform all allies, including the Frost Navy, not to stand in the way of the spooky ......

Forget it, estimate the speed······

He was in the middle of his sentence when the sailor listening to the radio next to him suddenly received something, and then stood up and reported in a loud voice: "Captain! The Frost Navy's Sea Owl sent a contact saying that a very fast, strange-looking ghost ship had suddenly rushed past their eyes and headed straight for Frost Island, and they asked if it was our ship."

Tirion pinched his eyebrows vigorously before waving his hand after a moment, "You can't talk to them about the loss of the country.

Let's just say it's a friendly army, and don't explain anything else. When the battle settles down, I'll go to him and check the situation."

"Yes, Captain!"

The roar of artillery, the fire and explosions in the fog did not calm down a little from this momentary episode, and among the huge columns of water that rose into the sky in the distance, Tirion's thoughtful gaze pierced through the dense fog of the battle zone, and quietly watched the direction of the strange ship just now.

"I think we just ran into something!"

Lawrence hurried back to his desk from the porthole, and said aloud to a small mirror placed on the table, and then looked up uneasily, and saw that the sea outside the porthole was dim and hazy, as if there were countless illusory things floating on the sea, and for a moment it was impossible to distinguish between real and phantom.

The White Oak itself, on its own, was moving through the phantoms at an alarming speed.

A black mist rises in the mirror, and a female adventurer in the captain's uniform appears in the mist.

"We didn't bump in," Martha said with a happy smile on her face, "we just came close to crashing."

"It's already scary to almost hit it!" Lawrence picked up the small mirror and said quickly as he walked to the window, "I didn't notice it when I didn't have a reference just now - what speed are we at now?!"

"Very fast, very, very fast—formless, insubstantial phantoms that can cross the waves like the wind," Martha smiled, looking Lawrence into the eye through the mirror, "Do you remember what you said to me years ago? You said you were going to transform the White Oak and Black Oak into the finest Pioneer Exploration Ships, and then join me as the wind swept across the seas······ My love, we're at least seven or eight now."

"I was a parable! A parable!" There was a hint of horror in Lawrence's eyes, for as he opened his mouth as he saw another huge apparition table

Glazing the porthole in front of it and swept backwards, the Phantom bridge towering, the turrets on the side of the hull pointing far into the distance, it was engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy in another dimension, and the White Oak-Black Oak seemed to rush directly in front of its main gun muzzle.

After a moment, Lawrence raised his hand and tapped his forehead and sighed, "Forget it, you can guarantee safety

Okay, what's going on out there?"

"We're crossing the waters of the war zone." Martha's voice is gentle and calm.

"Warzone? Who is the belligerent?"

Martha in the mirror turned her head, as if to observe the situation on her side, and after a moment turned her gaze back: "The real-world Frost Navy, and the famous Sea Mist Fleet, and their opponents are fakes that have risen from the mirror image to the real world."

Lawrence's heart sank, and his expression became solemn: "...... The final moment has come?"

"Looks like it's here," Martha whispered, "the mirror image is overlapping with the real world, and the final 'reversal' process has begun."

"Why so fast? Didn't you say it wasn't that early?"

"I can only make general speculations, after Lawrence broke away from the ranks of fakes, the connection between me and this mirror world has been rapidly weakening, I don't know what happened, but apparently someone has consciously accelerated the process of mirror reversal······

Lawrence didn't speak for a while, just looked out the window, at the hazy and chaotic sea and the ethereal phantoms that kept passing by, and after a few seconds suddenly asked, "We are still sailing in the mirror sea?"

"Yes, we're still trapped in this mirror world," Martha nodded, "but the gap between the mirror and the real world is blurring—time is running out."

"What would happen if the inversion was really done?" Lawrence asked.

"What do you think will happen when a city-state becomes a hotbed for the arrival of the old gods?" Martha asked rhetorically with a calm expression.

Lawrence subconsciously pressed his temple.

「…… Damn, how far are we from the frost?"

"We're almost there," Martha raised her hand in the mirror, pointing out the window, "I can already see the lights of the harbor area on my side, countless ships assembling in the surrounding seas, shipwrecks from the past half-century, countless replicas - but they are blind to the Black Oak, at least temporarily."

Lawrence nodded with a serious expression, he took the mirror used to talk to Martha, pushed open the door and left his captain's quarters, and asked in a deep voice as he walked towards the bridge, "What do you need me to do when you arrive at the frost?"

"Find their lair—the force used to create and sustain this mirrored world is in the depths of the frost, and I can feel its general location," Martha's ever-present smile turned serious, and she looked into Lawrence's eyes in an extraordinarily serious tone, "and once you start looking for it, the fakes entrenched around the city-state should react immediately, and I'll find a way to hold them back."

「…… With only two ships, black oak and white oak, can you deal with it? As you said, there are countless ships that are being assembled......

"We're part of the Lost Fleet, Lawrence," Martha's mouth smiled again, "and we're not the only ones in this battle."

Lawrence reacted quickly, looking thoughtfully out the hallway window.

The shadows of the massive ships are fighting on the distant seas, and as time passes, the line between mirror and reality is blurring further, and soon, the entire sea will be on fire, including Mirror Frost and Reality Frost.

"I see," Lawrence nodded, retracting his gaze from the window, and continuing to walk briskly towards the bridge, "but one last question, I can lead the team into the frost, but what are we going to do with that one in the depths of the city-state...... Thing? If that's really the Old Gods or part of the Old Gods, as you claim, then ordinary weapons may not be able to deal with it."

The bridge arrived.

Lawrence froze, and stepped forward to push the door open.

His first mate, second mate, on board

The priest, his crew, are waiting for him here.

And the strange-looking anomaly 077-sailor - the corpse found a crew hat from the White Oak and wore it on top of his head, and was sitting in a chair at the moment, studying the work of the other crew members curiously and intently.

Lawrence walked up to them, and the crew rose to salute him.

Martha's voice came from the mirror: "You'll have help."

Lawrence responded to the crew's greetings, and when he heard this, he immediately looked at Martha in the mirror in surprise: "Helper?"

"Yes, helpers - for many years, they have been fighting in the depths of this mirrored world to try to break through the gate to the deepest part of the city-state, but they have never succeeded, you go to find them, you don't need to explain your intentions, they will naturally be your help...... Probably."

"Probably?!"

"Because I'm not sure what they really are, not sure if they're going to be able to communicate with people — Lawrence, you know, I've been wandering around here for years, but I don't have much freedom."

"Well, I see, helper," Lawrence sighed, and then his tone was filled with curiosity, "I thought we were the only ones here who were fighting with the 'fakes' around us, but I didn't expect there to be other people, who the hell are they?"

"They call themselves ...... The Queen's Guard."