Chapter 708 “Rough Billets”

Chapter 708 “Rough Billet”

The fleet was sailing at a low speed in the cohesive and unbreakable mist, the hazy shadows of the ships looking at each other like a group of huge ghosts undulating in a sea of fog.

Inside the Eternal Curtain, the power of the mist was far superior to that outside the barrier, as the fleet continued to go deeper and deeper, the surrounding mist became more and more difficult to disperse, even with the burning “Spirit Fire Lighthouse” illuminating the entire fleet, there was still a constant thinning of the mist from the edges of the sea to diffuse over, covering the periphery of each ship, flowing on the deck – a pervasive mist that could not be dispersed, and which could be seen from all directions. The pervasive mist even began to gradually penetrate into the cabins of the ships, drifting around the sailors.

Commander Sandra of the Tidal Wave stood on the command seat inside the bridge, her brows slightly furrowed as she looked at the thin mist slowly flowing around her with a grave expression.

He was a man with a slightly dark complexion and tall stature, and a strikingly short head of platinum blonde hair, while the storm tattoo on his left cheek showed that he had once been an ascetic, having been promoted, blessed, and made into a formidable Border Commander for having fulfilled all of his vows of asceticism, and right now the Border Commander’s demeanor didn’t look promising.

“How far have we advanced?”

Sandra turned her head and suddenly inquired of one of the technical priests beside her.

“We’re approaching the six nautical mile boundary – with the last nautical mile to go,” the tech-priest with white hair and wearing a hooded robe adorned with the Thunder and Cogs coat of arms replied quickly, “We’re going slow, but any slower and we’re close to reaching that ‘limit’.”

Sandra nodded, but her expression grew more and more grave.

Six nautical miles …… far away that “lighthouse” so far has no sign of stopping, is still leading the entire fleet to slowly sail deeper into the fog, which means that the so-called “holy land This means that the so-called “holy land” is still located in deeper waters, but if it continues like this, the fleet will have to cross the “taboo”.

Six nautical miles away is the “absolute limit” of civilization’s lights, once you cross there, the last trace of order on the infinite sea will be gone, even if the saints and the Pope arrive, it will be the same.

The order given by the Storm Cathedral to the Tidal Wave was to fully cooperate with the Lost Country’s actions here, but this did not include crossing the “six nautical mile border”.

Sandra frowned as she gazed into the depths of the mist in the distance.

Those Annihilationists have not yet appeared …… This is also not in line with common sense.

In the border can be active in the “safe sea” only so narrow circumstances, a fleet of such a huge fleet is very difficult to hide, not to mention that there is that burning “flame lighthouse” standing in the fog, if the cultists are hiding in the vicinity, then they Definitely have long found this raging united fleet – frontal attack or ambush sneak attack also, this sea should not be so “quiet”, quiet is like …… There are no cultists here at all.

Have they all escaped?
Sandra’s mind suddenly popped up a very bold idea, and then pondered.

The cultists should have known their secret was out a long time ago – they had plenty of time to escape from this place after their bloody and evil “sacrifice ship” was captured by Captain Duncan, but the point was ……

As a group of fanatical heathens, will they really abandon the “Holy Land” out of fear?

There might be a few escapees, but from Sandra’s experience with cultists over the years, the more fanatical pagans would certainly stay and fight the Church to the death with all the vile and horrible means and power they could muster – those madmen whose brains had been corrupted by blasphemy were not shy about giving up their “faith” for their “beliefs”. “faith”.

A small noise reached Sandra’s ears, sounding like a sharp but not very distinct tinnitus, which was accompanied by a shadowy silhouette that suddenly began to tremble at the edge of her field of vision.

Frowning, Sandra looked down at the handrail in front of her, and saw that the underside of the handrail was glowing with splashes of color, and that “droplets” of what looked like grease were coalescing in the color and falling to the floor, drop by drop.

It was a common hallucination in the border sea – but compared to the depth of the fleet, this level of hallucination was already very slight.

This should be thanks to the power of the huge “flame lighthouse”.

“Have the ship’s chapel light the incense, ring the prayer bells, and pressurize the steam pipes,” Sandra instructed casually as she glanced up at the green flaming lighthouse in the mist ahead, “and remind the other ships to keep an eye on the mental state of their crews.”

……

Commander Polegini of the Sabbath glanced at her long black gloved right hand and slowly clenched it into a hard fist, by the time her palm opened again, the blurry eyeballs that had surfaced in her palm at some point had disappeared.

This Goddess Officer with a head of dark blonde curly hair raised her head and muttered softly, “The world in front of us is becoming more and more unreal ……”

“Currently everyone’s minds are unaffected, mild hallucinations and visions can still be overcome as well as discerned by relying on reason,” a lower ranked Divine Officer said beside Polyginni, “Just now the Tidal Wave sent a message that similar hallucinations are spreading on their side as well, but the ‘contamination levels ‘ are maintained at a low level.”

“Hallucinations with obvious weirdness aren’t scary, what’s scary are the ones that seem to match our common sense and give people an overwhelming sense of normalcy,” Polegini shook her head, “Or …… what’s scary is when we feel that everything around us is normal.”

“We’ve entered the depths of the Curtain, which is pretty much the limit of distance ever,” the lower cleric said cautiously, “Previously the Church of the Deep relied on the deployment of a large number of mobile lighthouses and makeshift churches, and the advance through the Curtain was only six nautical miles… …” Polegini did not speak, but merely looked out the porthole of the bridge, and through the distant, hazy fog she saw a rising, ghostly green flame that was illuminating the entire ocean and zooming slightly out of view.

After a moment, she suddenly broke the silence with a soft voice, “It’s slowing down ……”

……

At Duncan’s command, the “guide ship”, which was burning like a huge torch, began to slowly slow down and approached the side of the Lost Country.

The United Fleet following behind this “lighthouse” also immediately reacted and began to adjust their formation while shrinking their formation.

Vanna stood on the high platform at the stern of the ship, looking towards the sea where the fleet was gathering.

Frankly, it was not a good idea to form up in a dense formation in dangerous waters where the enemy might be lurking, and it would probably make many a true naval expert give a shrill cry – but in these dangerous and bizarre borders, there were many things that could not be done in a “common sense” manner.

The risk of getting lost in the fog after dispersing is much greater than the risk of incoming fire from afar – not to mention that the greatest risk here is not of ships getting lost in the fog, but of ships getting lost and then coming back.

However, after driving all the way nervously and cautiously, the combined fleet did not encounter any incoming “fire” – all that accompanied them was the fog, the endless fog.

“Where did all the cultists go?” Vanna couldn’t help but frown and mutter in a low voice.

Footsteps came from behind them, and Duncan’s voice followed, “What do you think the chances of them running away en masse are? If they really wanted to run, they’d have plenty of time to escape one of these days.”

“I don’t think that group of lunatics would easily abandon their holy site – even if you were to arrive in person, there would definitely be fewer extreme fanatics who would have to live and die with it,” Vanna said with a shake of her head, “Their words and actions may be blasphemous and epileptic , but in the area of ‘piety’, I still recognize it.”

“…… According to the feeling that came back from that ‘guide ship’, this should already be near the Holy Land, and its longing to ‘go home’ points to this The sea,” Duncan said slowly, stepping to the edge of the deck, looking at the distant “quiet sea” that seemed exceptionally calm and unique to the border waters, “I’m really a bit curious now… …How in the world did that group of Annihilationists discover the so-called ‘holy land’ here, and settled down here, I didn’t see anything ……, it’s hard not to believe that their blind faith really exchanged for some kind of ‘guidance’? ‘guidance’?”

As Duncan’s words fell, Vanna opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but just as she was about to speak, a slight ‘thud’ suddenly came from outside the ship’s side, interrupting the conversation between her and the captain.

It sounded as if something had drifted over and was hitting the shell of the Lost Country.

Duncan instantly shared a glance with Vanna, then walked quickly to where the thumping sound was coming from and looked down.

On the surface of the sea, which was as calm as a mirror and had the texture of grease, a dark shape was floating on the side of the hull of the Lost Country. The sea at the border was calm, but the thing floating on the surface of the water seemed to be driven by the unseen water waves that were constantly bumping against the wooden boards of the hull one by one, and in the undulation of the water again and again, the outline of it appeared clearly in front of Duncan’s and Vanna’s eyes—. -It was a dark, humanoid figure.

It was a dark human form!

The instant he saw the thing, Duncan’s eyes changed slightly, and immediately afterward he beckoned his hand in the air, “Fish that thing out!”

With a flash of spectral green fire, the flaming skeleton bird swooped down from a nearby mast and plummeted over the surface of the sea, then returned to the deck in almost the blink of an eye.

It didn’t take long for everyone aboard the Lost Country to gather at the news.

The “humanoid” that Aey had salvaged was lying motionless on the deck.

That is a about 1.8 meters high black humanoid object, but only the general outline of a person, no features, no hair, not even the details of the hands and feet, giving the feeling …… as if in the process of kneading clay dolls made “rough”.

Several lines of sight coincidentally fell on Duncan, and the latter slowly nodded his head after examining the black clay “rough” with a grave expression.

“…… It is indeed one of those things from the Frost Deep Sea.

“It is the ‘mortals’ that …… were in a half-finished state during the creation of the Profound Holy Lord.”

(End of chapter)