Chapter 707 – Familiar Fog

Chapter 707 – Familiar Fog
In the mist that filled the entire sea, like an endless veil, the “Tidal Wave” from the Church of the Deep Sea and the two escort ships began to enter the area illuminated by the spirit fire “torch”, their figures gradually became clearer in the mist, and the silhouettes, which originally appeared to be trembling and undulating due to the border environment, also stabilized with the illumination of the fire. Their silhouettes gradually became clearer in the fog, and their outlines, which had originally looked shaky and undulating due to the border environment, also stabilized with the light of the fire.

As for the sailors on the Tidal Wave, they felt a more obvious change in the process – the green flame that rose up to the sky was like a lighthouse that brought order, and the never-dissolving fog of the border waters miraculously faded away near the lighthouse, and as they continued to get closer and closer to the fire, the noise and murmurs that surrounded them also diminished. murmurs and whispers in the surroundings diminished as they drew nearer to the fire – changes that the sailors who patrolled near the Eternal Curtain all year round had never experienced before.

On the bow deck of the Lost Country, Vanna listened with a slight frown on her side ear, as if discerning distant voices from the wind, and then nodded to Duncan, “Commander Sandra of the Tidal Wave sends his greetings and respect, and he asks what the next course of action will be.”

Duncan nodded, “We will enter the fog when the Sabbath and No Sabbath arrive, be careful not to leave the illumination of the flaming beacon.”

Vanna immediately conveyed the captain’s instructions to her fellow church members, while Duncan was quite interested in her “spiritual communication” that relied on meditation and prayer to contact nearby believers in the deep sea, and after looking at it for a while with curiosity, he seemed to remember something else: “By the way Shouldn’t the …… Lost Country ship be equipped with a radio set?”

“If you want to use it in safe waters, that’s fine, but if you want to use it on the border …… then it’s not reliable,” Vanna replied seriously, “In the border waters, the probability of the machine getting hit by an evil spirit will be very high. high, and apart from machines like the Steam Core, which has a powerful booster and can still be used consistently, everything else is more or less likely to go wrong, and the radio is the most likely of these.”

As Vanna’s words fell, Lucrecia on the side followed and added: “The radio that is turned on can easily pick up ‘voices’ of unknown origin, and those voices can contaminate one’s mind, as well as some things that can follow the radio into the real world, silently corrupting devices that are not shielded by steam –That’s why ships entering border waters in general are required to turn off their onboard radios, and even the intercom phones used inside the ship are cut off.”

“Something could bore down the radio into the real world?” Duncan raised an eyebrow, seeming to find this rather …… “interesting”, “So the patrol ships at the border basically have to rely on ‘psychic communications’ like Vanna’s ‘ to communicate?”

“Psychic resonance is a ‘miracle’ bestowed by the gods,” Vanna hung her head slightly, tracing the rune mark of the storm goddess Gemona across her chest, “Like a boiler that’s been energized by steam, words sent out through psychic resonance are also blessed to avoid being contaminated and distorted by outside forces in these chaotic border seas – of course, that doesn’t mean absolute safety either; there are times when psychic communications are interfered with and contaminated, and there is no such thing as one hundred percent safety in this boundless fog.”

“I see… ……” Duncan nodded thoughtfully, drawing on this brand new knowledge of the borders with as much curiosity and inquisitiveness as he had when he had first set foot on the city-state’s soil, before he turned his head back to the seeming emptiness of the place casually asked, “And you, Agatha? Is the ‘psychic communication’ between you and the Sabbath and the Not-So-Sabbath the same as Vanna’s? As a ‘Shadow’, is the ‘psychic communication’ you establish when contacting other Death Magi any different from regular ‘psychic communication’? ”

Agatha’s hazy figure emerged from above the deck, and her slightly ethereal voice was heard in the air, “It doesn’t seem to be any different as far as I can feel. Even in this form, I can still feel the blessings of Bartok as I ‘remember’ and hear the voices of my other church brothers and sisters in that way, in fact …… after coming here, I even feel like I hear more voices than ‘in memory’ a little more clearly, which is incredible.”

Agatha’s reference to “in memory” is clearly a reference to her “life as a gatekeeper” – a life that, although false, was 100% restored to the real Agatha, and from which she made her decisions. Agatha, and the judgment she makes from it is naturally very informative.

The “clone Agatha” that existed in the form of a “shadow” felt that the voice she heard when she listened to the “psychic communication” in the border sea was clearer than what she remembered?
This somewhat counter-intuitive phenomenon made Duncan could not help but fall into a deep thought, he originally felt that the duplicate body Agatha in these areas involving divine arts and miracles is to be weaker than the one who stayed in the Frost’s “real body”, but in the border sea, the situation …… seems to be different from the imagined one. The situation seems to be different from what was imagined.
After all,……, the “spiritual resonance” power mastered by the priests of the Church of the Four Gods, as well as the “spiritual communication” that they have built up as a result of it, is in essence what exactly is it?
Duncan subconsciously pondered, but his thoughts were soon interrupted—“They’re coming!

“They’re coming,” Agatha in the shadows said suddenly, “The Rest and the Restless are approaching.”

Extremely penetrating sirens sounded from the depths of the mists, and two black ironclads with towering bridges, small cathedrals standing at their sterns, and large main cannons housed on their bows and sides slowly emerged from the fog, and four more small frigates appeared on the surface along with the ebb and flow of the mists.

The bright light of spirit fire rising from the “guide ship” illuminated the blurred silhouettes of the ships, and in response, the two black ironclads once again sounded their sirens in greeting, along with a series of light signals.

“Commander Polegini, Commander of the Annihilator, shall not send greetings and salutations from Commander Orlando, Commander of the Annihilator,” Agatha’s figure nodded slightly to Duncan, “They have sent scout boats to briefly confirm the situation in the surrounding waters, and have found no traces left behind by Annihilator activity, and have not found anything that could be used as a makeshift small islands that could be used as landing sites or guard posts, but within the Curtain, the scout boats had briefly picked up some unusual noises that would confirm that there is indeed something ‘out there’ in that direction.”

Listening to Agatha’s report, Duncan’s expression grew serious, and then he exhaled softly, his mind gradually calming down.

“Let’s set off – again, don’t go out of the range illuminated by the Spirit Flame.”

With the fragmented “guide ship” slowly accelerating once again, this “joint fleet” temporarily organized by the Church of the Deep, the Church of the Dead, and the “Lost Land Fleet” was finally heading towards the Eternal Eternal Fleet. It finally sailed towards the curtain of eternity, gradually entering the depths of the boundless fog. The sun-shadowing clouds and fog crushed like a wall, and at some point turned into a huge curtain of layers around the fleet, the sun was left behind, the sunlight gradually faded from the field of vision, and along with the fog getting thicker and thicker, a kind of chaotic, but not dark, “celestial light” gradually became the dominant color of this foggy sea.

Thirty minutes after entering the curtain boundary, the fog began to have a clear “convergence”, and become more and more dense, they began to present a …… viscous and quite “texture” form, like some kind of solid mass. They began to take on a viscous and “textured” form, like some kind of solid mass, floating unevenly in every corner of the field of vision.

Those condensed fog seems to have some hazy outline flashes, seems to be cautiously observing the fleet that suddenly broke into the border, in the spectators appeared in this area of the sea of uninvited guests.

The deck gradually became a little quiet, even the usually noisy Sherry also seemed to sense the change in the atmosphere, and cautiously closed her mouth, looking at the “fog” that flowed near the ship’s side as if it were a living thing, as well as the faint outlines in the fog.

“This …… thing doesn’t look like the ‘fog’ I know ……,” Dog muttered in a low voice. “It’s also not quite the same as what I saw outside the curtain ……”

“After entering the curtain, the fog’s texture becomes like this – as if the order between reality and reality is missing, the diffuse fog tends to take on a cohesive form, as if there is something with sentience around it that is bringing the fog together. ……”

Lucrecia said, standing at the edge of the deck and reaching out her hand, her fingertips gently tweaking the fog that was flowing past the side of the ship as if it were an airborne stream.

“But in reality, they are empty within, with nothing at the center of the coalescing fog masses …… Do not easily trust any entities seen in the fog, and unless they have shown a clear tendency to move, it is best to dismiss them uniformly as phantoms or your own whims. ”

“Hey you’re okay with just putting your hands in there?” Shirley couldn’t help but exclaim after seeing Lucrecia’s actions, “These fogs look evil!”

“The fog is dangerous, but it doesn’t mean that these fogs are some kind of corrosive and fierce poison – otherwise you’d already be dead the moment you enter the curtain,” Lucrecia glanced at Shirley and shook her head, “As long as one has enough experience and the right approach, within six nautical miles of the border is a ‘relative safety zone’ …… Of course, even with the greatest caution, many people still die in this so-called ‘relative safety zone’ in the so-called ‘relative safety zone’.”

Listening to the exchange between Lucrecia and Shirley beside him, Duncan, however, remained silent and did not open his mouth, he just stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the fog streams that were constantly splitting and merging in the vicinity, with an expression that seemed to have been thinking about something.

Lucrecia noticed Duncan’s silence.

“Dad, are you thinking of something?”

Duncan blinked, and after a moment’s hesitation, finally muttered softly, “It looks familiar.”

Lucrecia: “Familiar?”

Duncan hmmm’d, but his gaze remained on those indeterminate clumps floating around, he looked at the vague outlines in the fog, the muddy celestial light in the sky, as well as the strange texture that occasionally appeared between the clouds and fog flow, his brows frowning more and more tightly ……

(End of chapter)