With a loud bang, the ugly, shriveled "dried corpse" rose from the deck and smashed like a cannonball into a pile of debris not far away.

The sailors on the deck were startled by this huge movement, and Lawrence, who was watching the situation not far away, also jumped off the platform in an instant, and quickly ran to the direction where the "sailors" fell with a group of people - in a large pile of messy debris, the shriveled corpse in the sailor's overshirt was struggling with great difficulty, and he finally pulled his head out of a broken box, and when he saw the seafarers gathered around, he shook his head dizzily: "I...... I saw ......"

The first mate, Gus, spoke as he dragged the corpse out, "What do you see?" ”

"I see I'm so much ......"

The first mate kicked the dry corpse back again: "You TM an anomaly, where did you get your grandmother?!" ”

Lawrence instantly determined that there was nothing wrong with Anomaly 077, so he turned and walked to the side, coming to the "man who fell into the sea" who had just been salvaged.

An elf dressed in Southern-style clothing was half-lying on the deck, leaning against the winch used to tow cargo, his expression a little dazed and dazed—he was drenched and embarrassed, but there seemed to be no obvious trauma on his body.

But when Lawrence approached, the elf's reaction was noticeably unusual—he only turned his head slightly in dullness, as if he was still not fully awake, and his dull eyes swept around, and then slowly turned back again.

Ted Lille was still in a state of confusion, not knowing where he was.

He had been in this state since instinctively knocking the ugly, shriveled corpse away - his head seemed to be stuffed with a large mass of sticky and chaotic paste, strange noises echoing in the depths of his mind, and shadows shaking at the edges of his vision, interfering with his judgment and thinking.

He knew that he had left the subspace, and that the sound of the sea breeze and waves around him was undoubtedly the real world, but the terrible "dark journey" still left a long-lasting burn in his sanity, which was slowly spreading into the terrible after-effects of witnessing the subspace, and continued to paralyze his nerves.

He was very lucky—almost no one survived the subspace, let alone retained human sanity after a terrible "shuttle", but he didn't have time to feel the joy of not having the rest of his life after the catastrophe - the only remaining reason was urging him to regain his consciousness as soon as possible, and fix his mind in the reality dimension as soon as possible, because the deadly pollution and shadows had not yet completely subsided, and they were attacking from the cracks that humans could not perceive and understand, Trying to drag him back to that place of chaos and darkness......

A buzzing sound came from the side, sounding like thunder through a thick curtain, and a man came over, a sturdy old man with gray hair, who seemed to be speaking, his mouth open and closed, making a sound that humans could not understand.

"Wake up, wake up," Lawrence reached out and slapped the strange elf's face, trying to wake up the unlucky guy who had drifted on the sea for some reason, "What's your name?" ”

A hazy shadow appeared beside him, and Martha reminded in the shadow, "Be careful, Lawrence, this man appears suspicious—he has drifted from the sea after the sun went out, and he may be a ......."

"Don't worry, Martha, even a thing floating out of subspace isn't much better than ours anyway," Lawrence said casually, but he was still a little more cautious, pressing a hand to the pistol on his waist, wisps of faint green flames jumping in the nest, "Did you see clearly when this man appeared from the edge of darkness just now?" How did he come out? ”

"Without warning," Martha's shadow replied in a low voice, cautiously observing the suspicious elf whose eyes were open, but not at all like it had come to its senses, "I have been keeping an eye on my surroundings in the spirit realm from the moment the sun went out...... Such a guy appeared out of thin air in the darkness. ”

"This is the first time I've encountered ...... situation."

Lawrence muttered, subconsciously glancing up at the side of the ship, looking at the undulating waves around the White Oak - a small patch of sea water was illuminated by the light emitted by the White Oak, as if it still maintained the normal appearance of the sea before the sun went out, but beyond that limited sea area was an invisible boundary, beyond which the boundless sea was dark and eerie, as if the whole world had been left with nothingness.

And this suspicious spirit suddenly emerged from that invisible boundary.

At this moment, the "Drifter", who was leaning next to the winch, suddenly moved his eyeballs.

Lawrence turned his head abruptly, staring at the other man intently.

The elf opened his mouth, but Lawrence's ears were greeted by a series of hoarse noises that humans could not understand, or even make: "@##¥%......? ”

Lawrence: "......?! ”

The moment he heard this series of noises, the alarm suddenly rose, and the experience accumulated in wandering on the endless sea for most of his life instantly made the old captain take two steps back, and at the same time drew his revolver at a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, and almost at the same time, the sailors who were in charge of guarding around them also reacted immediately, and all kinds of weapons were pointed at the "drifter", and even the "sailor" who finally managed to crawl out of the debris again did not know where to draw a scimitar, and waved it beside him in a gesture.

The "Drifter" on the deck widened his eyes and seemed to be a little confused for a moment, and while he opened his hand to indicate that he had no weapon, he spoke again to let out a hoarse and shrill noise that seemed to be able to break the minds of ordinary people: "%&**%¥!! ”

Then, he stopped abruptly.

Ted Lille finally realizes that he is not speaking "human" language – it is not even language.

It was a tremor that even he couldn't comprehend, a sound that didn't make sense.

That's an echo of subspace.

He reacted instantly, and in the next second, he noticed that the world in front of him was distorting - the shadows of those who had gathered around him and looked like ordinary innocent seafarers suddenly floated and contracted, countless malicious eyeballs appeared behind the gray-haired old captain, the nearby deck was gradually softening, showing a silty texture, an invisible curtain was slowly opening, and the erosion of subspace was ...... in an instant.

However, just as Ted Lille was about to sacrifice himself to stop the subspace rift from continuing to open, a faint green flame suddenly appeared in his eyes.

A ghostly spirit flame appeared on Lawrence's body, and then the living flame leaped and spread, rising and burning in the bodies of every sailor in the vicinity, causing them to take ghostly forms, and burning to the surrounding decks, to the cables, to the bridges, to the chimneys......

The corpse, wielding a scimitar, screamed as if it had been burned, but quickly came back as if it had nothing to do, and carefully touched the flames on the nearby deck with his scimitar, lit a little tinder on the tip of the knife, held it above his head, and pretended to be one of the burning flames.

The doors of the subspace were completely banished before they could be opened, and Ted Lear felt that all the noise and shadows in his body were scorched and dispelled by the invisible flames—the flames cut off the last trace of entanglement in the subspace, and the touch of the real world seemed to be as clear and stable as it was now.

He looked up in astonishment, looking at the old captain who was burning with a dark green flame, feeling a little dazed.

Why does this fire look so familiar?

"What was that?" Lawrence was also a little confused, he muttered as he continued to look vigilantly at the "elf" on the other side, although suspicious, but not like a cultist or a filthy demon, a little unsure of what to do next, "Is it some kind of spell?" ”

“…… Who are you? Ted Learle spoke suddenly, this time in a voice that humans could understand, "What is this place?" ”

"Can you talk?!" Lawrence was taken aback for a moment, but he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief after hearing this elf speak human language - although he didn't know what was going on, the sense of crisis in his heart did subside a little, "...... This is the White Oak, and I'm the captain here. ”

"The White Oak?" Ted Lear frowned slightly, as if he vaguely remembered when he had heard the name - but his mind was still a little confused due to the continuous mental trauma and severe exhaustion, and he couldn't remember the specific information about the ship for a while, "What is your relationship with the Lost Country?" What is the relationship with Captain Duncan? ”

"Captain Duncan?" Lawrence was stunned when he heard this, it was the first time he had heard the name mentioned so frankly outside, but he quickly reacted and nodded, "That's my boss." ”

Ted Lear: "......? ”

……

"Ted Learle is missing?!"

In the "Witch's Mansion" in Breeze, Duncan, who had just returned to the city, was taken aback when he heard the news brought by Lucrecia.

"Yes, this is news from the Academy," Lucrecia nodded, she had only gone outside a few minutes earlier, "Ted Lear left the research station next to the 'Luminous Geometry' fifteen minutes ago, through the portal, but he didn't show up at the intended location in Breeze after that. ”

"It's only fifteen minutes?" Shirley on the side poked her head over, "It doesn't seem to be too long, look for it......"

"Use the portal to move - the moment you open the door, if someone doesn't arrive, it's already an accident," Lucretia glanced at Shirley, "I'm afraid it's a spell out of control caused by the sun going out." ”

(End of chapter)