Chapter 208 – Father’s kindness and son’s filial piety

Chapter 208 – Father’s Kindness and Son’s Filial Piety
The encounter began.

The battle started with the first round of shelling from the Sea Mist, a loud noise like thunder crashing roared throughout the entire sea, the shells whistled across the sky, and then crashed into the sea at the end of the parabola, stirring up monstrous columns of water, as well as small chaotic surges of waves.

The first round was missed, the second round was missed, and it wasn’t until the third round that the shells from the Sea Mist finally grazed the side of the Lost Country ship.

Monstrous psychic flames blazed through every seam and mast of the Lost Country, and Duncan gripped the helm wheel tightly, causing the massive phantom ship to slice through the sea like a moving mountain range of flames, its lofty bow breaking the waves ahead and sending a series of snow-white bubbles and ripples down the sides of the Lost Country, while out of the corner of his eye he caught a dark shadow swooping swiftly towards the aft deck.

It was a shell from the Sea Mist – after missing many shots in a row, the steel battleship seemed to have finally calibrated its guns, and a shell came whistling impartially towards the aft half of the Lost Country, which was finally unavoidable this time.

The bridge of the steering wheel to avoid the cannonball will not appear in reality, the huge hull of the Lost Country ship in the real world sailing still have to follow the most basic laws of physics …… probably.

The ship is about to be hit.

But in the very next moment, Duncan suddenly felt his vision become incredibly sharp, he could even catch the full trajectory of the shell as it came in with a slight tilt downward, see the heat waves distorting around the shell, see the air currents pushed away by the shockwave, see the red-hot warhead and the blurred concave lines on the body of the shell – and as he gazed at the fiery steel and the steel answered his call.

At the last instant of hitting the Lost Country, the surface of that shell from the Sea Mist suddenly rose with a ghostly flame, as if it had been instantly infiltrated and assimilated by the spiritual fire around the Lost Country, it quietly transformed into a green meteor, gently falling into the sea of fire rising above the Lost Country in a slow and strange arc.

The cannonball burning with ghostly green flames landed on the deck of the Lost Country, making a loud thud, and the entire ship seemed to tremble for a moment – yet there was no additional damage coming from it.

“A nice capture!” Goathead’s voice suddenly rang out from his head, bringing Duncan back to his senses, “How did you do that Captain?!”

“…… Subconscious, didn’t think much of it.” Duncan replied casually, and the next thing he knew, more whistles were coming straight across the long sky.

He instantly tensed his nerves, and while maneuvering the Lost Country’s massive hull to adjust its course slightly, he tracked the black shadows falling from the sky, and in the next second, green “meteors” after green “meteors” suddenly appeared above the burning hull of the Lost Country.

But Duncan’s capture is not unlimited, as the distance between the Lost Country and the Sea Mist approaches, the latter’s gunfire begins to become more accurate and more ferocious, and its many secondary guns and close defense guns have finally reached the effective range, when the sky is full of shells falling from the sky, and finally begin to shells to avoid Duncan’s eyes, and hit the hull of the Lost Country.

With a continuous roaring and cracking sound, Duncan saw that one of the ship’s sides near him was suddenly struck by something, and a black shadow struck through the planking there and fell straight into the sea after bringing about severe laceration damage, while the struck side of the ship exploded with a loud bang into countless torn and shattered pieces-

The torn and shattered structures flew out and rushed high into the air, before coming to a halt immediately afterward, remaining suspended and stagnant in the air in a synchronized attitude with the Lost Country.

It was an incredibly strange sight, as if the hull structures that had been shattered in the real dimension were still one with the Lost Country in some higher dimension; they were only visually in pieces, but the fragments were still tightly bound to each other!
It instantly reminded Duncan of the ship’s underbelly, of the fragmented yet still fully functional bulkheads that had dipped and sailed through subspace.

And in the next instant, he saw the pieces of the ship’s side that had crumbled out begin to slowly descend and return, recovering as quickly as if he had turned back the clock.

Duncan finally withdrew his eyes from looking over the side of the ship.

This was the first time he had ever seen the Lost Country damaged, and the first time he had ever seen the ship recover from the damage – the ship could heal itself so quickly! And that “healing” process …… looks like it directly let the ship back to the state before the damage?

He finally realized why an extremely advanced, heavily armed steel warship like the Sea Mist could not defeat a century-old ghost ship.

Subspace had completely remodeled the Lost Country, leaving the entire ship within a bizarre space-time structure …… It simply couldn’t be defeated by unusual firepower in the reality dimension!
Goathead’s voice rang out in his head with smugness, “Captain, the Lost Country is the best ship in the world, isn’t it?”

“…… There’s a saying, indeed.”

“So what are your plans next?”

Duncan lifted his head slightly, gazing at the Sea Mist, which was already getting closer, “…… Catching up on the road and beating up the kids on the way, idleness is idleness, isn’t it?”

……

“Captain! That ship is speeding up and rushing over!” First Mate Aiden’s voice rang out from the bridge, a little bit of tension in his voice, “The situation isn’t quite right …… Our attacks aren’t even close to as effective as that hasty encounter half a century ago, and more than half of the cannonballs have somehow disappeared into the Lost Country ship’s sea of fire! ”

“I can see it,” Tirian stood straight on the bridge, his eyes fixed dead on the ghost ship that was accelerating this way and had begun to adjust its course slightly, his hands unconsciously gripping the parapet in front of him, his face grim as if a storm was approaching, “half a century on. ‘He’ has become even stronger than last time ……”

“So are we still fighting?” The first mate asked aloud, “By the looks of it, it might not be too easy to banish that ship back to subspace like last time! And I think your father must be very angry right now …… That ship’s speed right now is just fucking wicked fast!”

Tirian, however, just grimaced, and after a few seconds of silence spoke in a deep voice, “…… Continue to meet the attack.” As he uttered these words, his gaze was still dead set on the huge sailing battleship that was burning, on the aft deck of that battleship.

He knew that there was where the Lost Country’s helm wheel was located, and in those distant and yellowed memories, his father would always stand there.

Was he there now? Was he watching the Sea Mist?

A great cloud of smoke rose from the sea, followed by a roar that faintly reached his ears.

“The Lost Country ship is firing!”

A sailor exclaimed in alarm.

Tirian was still standing steadily in the captain’s chair, as if he were an iceberg standing in the cold sea, but he frowned immediately afterward.

The Lost Country hadn’t exactly adjusted to a suitable angle before firing its guns, but instead had cut into the Sea Mist’s forward direction with a slightly angled arc, and had fired as it traveled.

That meant that ship had about a quarter of its side guns to work with.

It was only returning symbolic fire? It didn’t mean to fight the Sea Mist to the end?
That wasn’t my father’s style, and it didn’t match the experience of that encounter half a century ago – in that encounter half a century ago, the Lost Country had fought the Sea Mist until the very end, and it hadn’t ended until both ships were heavily damaged.

The result of that battle was that the Lost Country’s repair capacity reached its limit and it had to temporarily retreat to subspace, while the Sea Mist was almost sunk and took three whole years to reappear on the infinite sea.

But the current situation didn’t allow Tirion to continue thinking.

The Lost Country’s return fire had arrived – compared to the Sea Mist’s first and second rounds, each of the ghost ship’s salvos after entering effective range was chillingly accurate.

More than a dozen blazing ghostly green fireballs streaked over the sea and smashed into the steel battleship’s hull like meteorites, and in an instant, booms rose in all directions and spirit fire boiled over.

Layers and layers of radiance floated around the Sea Mist, the ship’s church and various holy relics activated spontaneously and began to resist the spread of the pollution brought about by the flames, however, a large number of horrifying voids still appeared on the hull of this steel battleship in an instant – the burning cast iron cannonballs seemed to be like fireballs falling into a snowy field, and everything that came into contact with the flames, no matter if it was wood or steel, all of them were destroyed in the process. wood or steel, were all melted, engulfed, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Even the strongest armor lost its meaning – the Lost Country’s attack did not rely on kinetic energy and explosions to be effective, but rather was based on higher dimensional devouring and transferring, and the Sea Mist was like a pencil drawing under an eraser, being “erased” by the falling shells, with half of it being wiped out in the first round. In the first round, half of the main guns were wiped out, and after the second round, several holes appeared in its side that would have caused it to sink if it were an ordinary ship.

The Sea Mist’s attack was halted, and even its power was lost in the blink of an eye.

Tirion’s eyes widened.

It’s not right …… It’s not the same, it’s completely different from last time!
He didn’t recognize this ship, this wasn’t the Lost Country he remembered!
And right in the middle of this shock, he noticed that the Lost Country had suddenly stopped shelling.

The ghost ship puffed up all of its sails, wrapping up the huge waves of the entire sea, its speed suddenly increased to its limit, and it even rushed straight towards the Sea Mist.

“…… Left full rudder! Get out of the way! Get out of the way!”

First Mate Aiden suddenly yelled, while the helmsman had begun to desperately turn the rudder wheel, trying to get the battleship at his feet out of the way of that impending collision – yet all efforts failed.

“The rudder is failing!” The helmsman shouted in horror, “It’s turning on its own! We’re meeting it on our own accord!”

Just as the helmsman had said, the Sea Mist was actively meeting the ghost ship.

Tirion had sensed the movement; he heard the machinery hissing erratically beneath his feet, he heard all the windows around him clicking, he saw the remaining turrets on the deck dropping their barrels one by one, and green flames were rising in waves within the several large voids punched out by the Lost Country.

It was a nightmare that had not even been seen in that fierce battle half a century ago –

The Sea Mist recognized its flagship.

(End of chapter)