The confrontation on the sea surface became a more complicated situation - the powerful sea mist fleet appeared from the cold wind, and a fourth force appeared in the original three-way confrontation, but from another perspective, things seemed to be simpler again.

Cold Harbor and the Morpheus Navy no longer have to worry about artillery fire from the opposite side and the deterrence of the Church Fleet.

Sorena stared at the steel face, there was no fear or the slightest wavering in his eyes - although he knew the skills of this "steel vice admiral", he also knew that the Sea Mist Fleet was not invincible, these undead could control the two flagships by sneak attacks, but they could not control the other ships in the fleet, and if this place really turned into a scuffle, it would not be a good thing for anyone.

Tirien Abnomar chose to meet in this way, indicating that he wanted to "talk".

"Cold harbors need sunshine." After a long standoff, Sorena broke the silence in a deep voice.

"Yes, Cold Harbor needs sunlight, and now the commander of the Morpheus Navy, your old friend Hobo, is telling me that Morpheus needs sunlight," the steel-faced mouth opened and closed with a metallic trill, "and you know what? Jotun City, Haiper, Bandor Island, Farther Phaelon, Moko...... Darkness has begun to eat away at the world, and the islands with sun-sheltered islands are only a small fraction of all the city-states...... All people need sunshine. ”

The muscles on Sorenna's face tensed, but his voice was calmer than before, "Captain Tirien, do you think it's useful to say this now?" I'm going to let Cold Harbor survive first—unless, you're willing to take out the 'sun shard' that fell in the frost. ”

“…… It's already on its way to Cold Harbour. The steel face said calmly.

A look of surprise appeared on Sorenna's face that had been tense - he had prepared a lot to say, but the unexpected answer left his mind blank a little.

Even the entire bridge fell silent all at once.

"Now on the way back, you should be able to see it arrive on the north shore of Cold Harbor," Tirion's voice echoed across the quiet bridge, and the undead sailors wrapped in cold mist silently loosened their grip on the bridge sailors and stepped back to the side as if on standby, "Let the Morpheus Navy take the sun fragments here and get out of control before this confrontation develops." ”

Sorena was silent for a few seconds, then slowly spoke: "What about the frost?" ”

"Frost is safer than all of you thought - we have our own 'guarantees' and you don't need to worry," Tirion said calmly, "The most important task for you and Hobo right now is to get back to their respective city-states and get everything back on track as quickly as possible under the sun." ”

“…… What do you want? "There's no such thing as a free lunch, and I understand the simple truth—tell me what you think, Archon Tirien." ”

“…… I need to build a 'joint mechanism' that works at night," the steel face looked into Sorenna's eyes, "dominated by frost and covering the entire cold sea—I need the full support of Cold Harbor and Port Morpheus." ”

Sorena pondered for a moment, and soon guessed the intention of the "Vice Admiral of Steel", he frowned, and subconsciously looked up to look for the three Death Church warships that were originally cruising on the edge of the "sun", only to find that the three ships had come to the vicinity of the Sea Mist Fleet at some point, as if they were part of the formation.

“…… I understand that to get sunshine, to take responsibility, not to be responsible...... We'll take care of it," he retracted his gaze from the porthole and nodded at the steel face, "Hobo's ......"

"He's three seconds ahead of you promised." Tirion said lightly.

"Okay, I don't have any doubts."

The undead retreated into the fog in silence, and the cold mist of condensed ice crystals gradually dissipated on the bridge, and the large swaths of crushed ice floating on the surface of the sea narrowed the area at a speed visible to the naked eye—the sea fog fleet's deterrence against the opposing sides was lifted.

There was a creaking sound from the earpiece hanging next to the communication station, and the indicator light next to it flickered on and off—the communications soldier looked up at his commander with some hesitation.

Sorenna's voice was cold and hard: "Pick it up, do you want me to say it?" ”

The communications soldier picked up the receiver and raised his gaze after a moment: "It's Morpheus's public channel......"

With an expression of no surprise, Sorena stepped forward and took the earpiece, put it to his ear, and listened to the voice coming from inside—

"Sorena, listen, I'll ...... when I get back"

"You can tell my nephew everything that happened today – or I'll tell him about it myself afterwards."

“…… You're a fucking bastard. ”

"Yes, thank you, you too."

“…… Yes, thank you and goodbye. ”

Sorena lowered the earpiece and looked beyond the wide porthole in front of her at the endless sea shrouded in night—the sea mist fleet that lingered in a biting cold wind was slowly moving into the distance, sinking into darkness little by little.

Looking at the pale golden "sunlight" that was fading on the nearby sea, Tirion, who was standing at the bow of the boat, took a deep breath and was silent for a long time before he tilted his head slightly to the side and said, "Do you think this is okay with such a result?" ”

"There is no better choice, this is the best outcome," in the darkness, a deep and hoarse voice broke the silence, and a tall and sturdy figure wearing a long black trench coat and covered in thick bandages walked out of the darkness, "The sunlight is limited, and the previous way of survival of each city-state to protect itself is no longer viable, and a joint system built on a strong center can keep as many people alive as possible-

"The sunshine rationing system, the joint defense fleet, the macro-control of resources, and the mass prevention and control of various threats in the night all need to be achieved by establishing a consortium. Originally, this task was supposed to be done by the church, but now their power is limited. ”

Tirion looked at the three Church warships, which were hazy in the night, and after a few seconds of silence, he spoke, "It takes six days to drag a piece of Sun Fragment from Frost to Cold Harbor, the most powerful high-speed tugboat, which is also the average time it takes to transfer Sun Fragments between most of the city-states in the Cold Sea......

"If a city-state without 'sunshine' suffers a sudden change, waiting for 'sunshine' is enough time for the disaster to get out of control, so we need to have several large fleets ready to support each city-state - these fleets must cruise non-stop in the night, and together with the patrol fleet of the Church, it should cover the entire cold sea...... But it can only cover the cold sea. ”

"It's enough to cover the Cold Sea, and the other seas should have their own plans," Duncan shook his head, "Compared to this, do you have no problem with me asking you to send the frosty Sun Fragments to the Cold Harbor?" ”

Tirion shook his head, "No. ”

He turned and met the bandaged eyes calmly.

"If I occupy the most sunlight, then I will never be able to convincingly build a reliable and just 'cold sea complex,' and in any case, as long as I want to be the one who distributes the sun, I cannot leave the sun fragments in the frost," he said unhurriedly, before smiling suddenly, "and...... The real refuge of the frost now is your flame, isn't it? ”

Duncan didn't speak, just nodded slightly.

Tirion hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but ask, "What's going on over there?" ”

"We're navigating through the cracks of time, and we don't know how long it will last."

Duncan said casually, and looked down at his body again—he was actually surprised, he was ready to temporarily lose contact with his "avatars" after crossing the threshold of six nautical miles, but now it seemed ...... These avatars are still working well.

He was able to talk to Tirion here, and he could sense what was going on on Purland's side normally, while at the same time, his main consciousness was still on the Lost Land, going through a journey to the end of the world—an amazing experience.

He noticed the gaze coming from beside him.

"I didn't take you with me on this trip, I took your sister with me," Duncan raised his eyelids and glanced at Tirien, "Resentful?" ”

Tirien was stunned for a moment, and instantly sorted out his expression, and the gaze in his single eye returned to his usual calm and serious appearance: "No, I know what I have to do - your arrangement is reasonable." ”

Listening to the other party's pretended to emphasize the response, Duncan didn't say anything, just a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes covered by bandages.

He turned, looking into the distance with Tirien.

After some time, Tirion suddenly heard a voice in his ear—

"Let as many people as possible survive and live as long as possible."

He turned his head in some surprise.

"You, Lucy, and everyone on the Lost Land, everyone in the city-state, each of you has something to do, and the common goal of all things is to survive—to preserve everything in this world as much as possible, life, memory, civilization, everything, do everything you can to keep them alive."

The father did not look back, he was still looking into the distance, but he continued calmly - as if talking to himself, as if to admonish.

"Even if the sun no longer rises, even if the night finally swallows everything, even if the real world has begun to crumble and the future seems hopeless, remember it...... Survive, even if it lasts for one more day.

"That's all you need to do.

"Leave the rest to Dad, and Dad will figure it out."

Tirion looked at his father in a bit of a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, and didn't speak for a long time.

Duncan didn't say anything more, he just looked ahead of the ship, at the end of the night—

In his other field of vision, some vague light and shadow suddenly appeared in the uniform gray-white "background color".

The "route" in the gap between time and space seems to be coming to an end.

(End of chapter)