Layers of sealed underground, hidden facilities leading to the sea, huge projects that no one knows about, are buried in secrets between countless truths and lies...... Half a century of concealment, hopes and expectations, fears and taboos that continue to this day.

All of them converged in front of Agatha at this moment, cast in cold metal, and hung silently between the staggered beams like bones, like years that had solidified and then re-functioned...... A submersible secretly built by the authorities of a city-state.

Agatha stood silently in front of the large, silent machine, gazing at the pile of steel through a thick black ribbon of cloth, a silent pressure that seemed to leap at the edge of her senses.

It was a long time before she broke the silence, her voice hoarse, "How did you find out?"

"There's a lot of luck," Tirion said, "I'm sure there are only a handful of people who know about it, even among Archon Winston's cronies, and most of them may have died in the final defense, but after taking over the city hall, I noticed an unusual flow of money and people, and they all pointed to a non-public scientific research project in this port," he said, turning his head to look at the behemoth hanging between the steel beams.

"There's not much to say about the rest, given that Southport had completely fallen, we searched here with our hands and feet, and found a suspicious warehouse, a suspicious shaft, a suspicious underground facility, and a suspicious submersible."

Tirion's face was light-hearted as she spoke of this, but even if she was just an observer, Agatha couldn't help but marvel at the "Iron Admiral" ability...... He took over so quickly and understood everything about Frost, which was not at all like what a man who had been away from a city-state for half a century could do.

Such a classified facility was not something that could be easily found by finding a few clues, and it was as if he had never left the frost.

"Will this machine work now?" After a brief silence, Agatha couldn't help but ask.

"It needs to be checked," Tirion shook his head, "Although this submersible is based on the blueprints left by the Frost Queen, it uses a lot of modern and even modern technology, and this facility also has a lot of above-ground devices used to support the submersible's operation, such as air pumps, steel cables, and communication equipment, and we need to understand the status and function of these devices," "The bad news is that the people who know these technical details are probably gone, and they died in the previous battle to defend the Frost."

When we discovered the subterranean facility, it was locked from the inside, and the people inside seemed to be trying to keep the monsters in a quarantine cell, but they didn't know the scale of the disaster. Tyrion shook his head slightly; But, there is good news," he said, pointing around, "the submersible is intact, including everything in this hall." ”

Agatha didn't speak, just looked up in silence, and turned to look in the direction she had come, the heavy and slightly twisted door standing quietly in her chaotic vision, the outline of the palm print faintly outlined in the blood stains on the door, the life in the blood had passed, but the outline still shone faintly in her vision.

Tirien's voice came from the side, interrupting Agatha's thoughts, "Next, I'll try to find someone who knows about this secret project - maybe not all of the technicians were in this facility at the time, but if I can't find any surviving technicians, then I'll have to try my luck with some of the old guys in the Sea Mist Fleet."

Agatha frowned suspiciously, "Sea Mist Fleet?" A smile appeared on Tirian's face: "I participated in the Abyss Project back then, they will be surprised when they see this submersible, Agatha fell silent, and thousands of emotions fluctuated in her heart, she didn't know whether to sigh at the reincarnation of history, or to be glad that everything was back to its proper place."

Tirion fell silent, and the steel lieutenant gradually retracted the smile on his face, and slowly swept the hall with a silent and solemn gaze, and finally, his gaze rested on the door leading to the elevator, and he nodded slightly, as if to pay tribute to this unknown foolish deed.

The sea breeze was gentle, the broken waves were rolling, the surging power of the steam core output drove the ship underfoot, the cold sea breeze blowing in his face dispelled the distractions in his mind, Lawrence stood on the high foredeck of the White Oak, wearing his coat that he had worn for many years, looking out into the distance; However, the old boatman's heart was not at all as calm as he appeared at the moment, and a gentle female voice came from the small mirror hanging from his chest, "Nervous?"

"The tension hasn't lessened since the time we left the frost," Lawrence smacked his lips, "after all, this is the initiative to meet with the ship."

For a hundred years, the only ships on the Infinite Sea were desperately trying to escape from that ship, but we were actively approaching it, and the Explorers Guild guys must have thought I was crazy.

There aren't a few boats on the Infinite Sea that aren't crazy - and you're going to be the most sober legend of these crazy ships, Martha said with a smile in her tone, "Isn't that a little bit motivating to think about it?" Lawrence sighed: "Do you think it would be comforting for you to say to a man who was about to be sent to the gallows that the noose he was given was the prettiest of all ropes - you could even tie him with a bow?"

Martha in the mirror opened her mouth, as if she was about to speak, but a hoarse and noisy voice suddenly came from the flagpole not far away: "Yes! As long as the noose works, let alone tie a bow, you can tie me into a bow!"

The corners of Lawrence's mouth twitched, and he turned his head to look in the direction where the voice came from - on the flagpole high in the bow of the ship, a noose dangled down, and Anomaly 007 was hanging himself from the noose, swinging back and forth with the rocking of the ship, looking evil and weird.

"You're not going down yet?" Lawrence looked angrily at the dried corpse hanging from the flagpole, "You've been hanging there all day. ”

"What if it suddenly works, I feel a little sleepy just now," shouted the dry corpse hanging from the flagpole with a noose, "I'll hang it a little longer—you've agreed, and I'll give myself a choice of where to sleep." ”

"I promised you that you could choose a place to rest without disturbing the others, but you didn't say you were going to hang yourself on the flagpole," Lawrence glared, "I advise you to give up, your sealing method is obviously invalid - honestly following me to the Lost Country is your only option."

The dried corpse hanging on the flagpole suddenly let out an exaggerated wail, but Lawrence was not in the mood to deal with this guy anymore, but lowered his head again, and said to the small mirror on his chest, "Do you think it will go well?"

"Do you even remember that?

There was a sigh in Martha's voice, and then she smiled softly, "Don't worry so much, haven't you already accepted your new identity as a member of the Lost Fleet?" And it's not the first time you've met that ship. ”

"That's the truth—but nervousness is also really nervous," Lawrence sighed, subconsciously arranging his neckline again, "Besides, the last time I met that ship is not worth remembering at all, that scene is a nightmare hanging over any ship." ”

"If you want to open up, at least this time the Lost Country won't run straight at you again." A creaking, tooth-aching noise suddenly came to interrupt Martha's words.

In the next second, Lawrence noticed cascading layers of dark green flames appearing out of thin air around the White Oak beneath his feet, followed by the roar of the engines and the violent sway of the rudder's sudden turn! In the blink of an eye, the originally calm sea changed its appearance, and countless terrifying shadows like hair-like black and ink-like suddenly appeared on the blue sea, and the sunlight in the sky was also dim, illusory, and thick clouds and fog fell from the sky like a giant curtain collapsing, and the whole ocean was also polluted by the "hair" and became pitch black. The dried corpses hanging from the flagpole screamed almost instantly. Amid the shrill screams of the dead corpses and the exclamations of the sailors, Lawrence realized that the White Oak had been dragged into the spirit realm by some powerful force - with a thrilling roar and a sudden wave of wind and waves, a towering, blazing shadow rushed out of the fog ahead!

The Lost Homeland appeared, like a burning cliff, and it crushed towards it overwhelmingly. Anomaly 077's screams echoed almost the entire sea.

"Crashed, crashed!

Damn, I still bumped into it!

I'm not playing anymore! I want to go home! Let me go! I want to go home!

Ahh......h Less than half a metre from the bow side of the White Oak, it came to a halt in an unlikely way.

The Lost Country came, a tall figure, appeared in his field of vision, Duncan Abnomar, the eternal owner of the Lost Land, standing high on the side of the ship, looking down on this side, this was the second time Lawrence came face to face with this legendary being, and then, now he heard the other man speak, the voice was low, like a majestic thunder, "Lawrence, what the hell is going on your ship?"