The huge shadow crushed, and everyone on the White Oak saw this moment that was enough to remember them for a lifetime.

It was the three-massed warship that looked ancient and majestic. In this era when steamships were no longer strange, the sails that emerged from the thick fog seemed to come out of oil paintings a century ago. Its mast was towering, the ship's side was steep, and the dark wooden hull was burning with green fire like souls. The huge sails were stirred in nothingness, and the roaring illusions and layers of flames were condensed on the sails. Such scenes, even on the terrifying vast sea, only appear in the legend of the most terrifying shipwreck.

"I'm going to bump into it!!!"

Some crew members exclaimed loudly, and those who were famous for their bravery and rudeness at sea would inevitably lose their innocence when facing such a giant ship. They shouted and ran, some tried to find a place to hide on the deck, some grabbed everything around them that could fix themselves, and some even knelt down in the bumps and storms, praying with unprecedented piety and chanting the name of the Storm Goddess Germona or the Lord of Death Bartok.

On this vast sea, the blessings of the gods have faded, but only the power of these two righteous gods can still look at all people equally.

But not all crew members lost their calmness. The first mate on the ship immediately turned his attention to the captain he trusted the most. He knew that sailing on the vast sea was full of dangers, and the experienced captain was always the key to determining the fate of the entire ship. Lawrence has been in the sea for more than 30 years. This old captain over fifty years old may not be as strong as he was when he was young, but his experience in surviving this vast ocean may still give everyone a glimmer of hope.

The ship that emerged from the thick fog obviously did not look like a ship that was sailing normally in the real world, but more like something that emerged from the spiritual world or "deeper". If it was some extraordinary vision, then it might be possible to use some extraordinary power to fight against it.???.

The old captains sailing on the vast sea have some experience when facing extraordinary visions.

However, the first mate only saw fear and shock on the captain's face.

The old captain held the steering wheel motionlessly, as if he had not noticed that the entire ship was completely shrouded in the shadow. He stared at the crushing ship shadow in front of him, his muscles on his face were as tight as a stone sculpture. He finally squeezed out a few words from his teeth, but those words were colder than the cold wind on the sea: "...it's the Lost Country..."

"Ship... Captain?!" The first mate was startled by the name that drifted into his ears. Like every person who made a living on the vast sea, he had also heard this name from many crew members who were older, more experienced and more superstitious than him, "What did you say?! Then..."

"Lost Home!!!"

Captain Lawrence seemed not to hear the voice of the first mate. He just tried his best to hold the steer wheel of the White Oak, roaring as if he was about to roar at something. Almost as he finished speaking, the towering hull of the Thunderland finally touched the bow of the White Oak.

Almost all sailors screamed.

However, the expected impact of the earth-shaking mountain did not appear - the giant ship burning with green flames was like a grand phantom, sweeping across the deck of the White Oak, thick hull, gloomy cabin, dimly lit corridor, keels and pillars of the flames... The sailors widened their horror eyes and watched themselves crash into the illusion of the ghost ship, and the green flames burning on the ghost ship were like a fire net, sweeping across their side.

Lawrence also watched the flame roaring towards him, but before that, he first saw the flame sweeping past the first mate ahead of him. The body of the first mate suddenly turned into an illusory spirit in the illusory flame. The bones in the spirit body burned like firewood. He also saw the priest next to the prayer platform ahead, and saw the flame on the priest's body flashing and darkening, as if the gods behind him were still using their meager blessings to protect him from the devour of the Lost Country.

Then the flames also burned on Lawrence, and he saw that his body had changed the same way, and a strong sense of burnout, obedience and fear filled his whole body. The ocean amulet he hid on was starting to work, and a feeling of alternate heat and coolness barely maintained his sanity. In the remaining reason, he "passed through" the cabin and corridor of the Lost Country.

The gloomy and depressing cabin came to his face and roared away again. The ancient wooden pillars burning with green fire were wrapped with rotten ropes and barnacles. He saw a huge warehouse, where various strange things that should have been buried in the deep sea were quietly lying in the warehouse. He saw a luxurious cabin, and a wooden goat head was placed on the table in the center of the cabin.

The goat's head turned around and looked indifferently into Lawrence's eyes.

Finally, Lawrence raised his head with all his strength. He saw the figure holding the helm wheel. Next to the classical rudder, the tall figure in the black navigator uniform seemed as majestic and terrifying as the master of the nightmare. The figure dominated all the ghost flames, and even the sea, which was already in the depths of the spiritual world, seemed to be intimidated by his majesty and tore a crack behind him.

Lawrence closed his eyes with his fate - he knew that he was now part of the Lost Country, and that nightmare captain needed some sacrifices to satisfy his endless emptiness and loneliness.

But the next second, he forced his courage to open his eyes. He felt that all his courage and madness in his life seemed to be gathering in these few seconds. He recalled the knowledge he had obtained from books and legends, and stared at the terrifying captain standing on the Lost Country with as honest and calm as possible.

"You don't have to take everyone away-take me away and let my crew go."

However, the tall figure did not answer. He just turned his eyes coldly, and there seemed to be a little curious in his eyes - as if he was curious about why a small mortal captain dared to bargain with him.

Lawrence finally couldn't help but roared: "They all have wives, children, and children!!"

The figure standing on the Lost Countryside finally reacted. He stared in the direction of Lawrence, as if he had said something, but a loud whistling sounded from the side. Amid the whistling, Lawrence only heard some movements in a vague way, but he couldn't hear a word clearly.

The response from the Lost Country dissipated in the whistling sound of the waves—

"What did you say?! I can't hear the wind is too strong!!"

The next second, a huge noise rushed into Lawrence's ears, mixed with the sound of wind, waves and the shouts of sailors outside the door. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the green flames fading away quickly, and the last remaining phantom of the Lost Country dissipated from the air like fog.

Lawrence took a breath, and then noticed that his hands, which had been burned by the green flames, had returned to their original state. Even the others in the cab had become flesh and blood again. The devout priest was lying beside the prayer table, gasping heavily, and at the same time, he kept chanting the holy name of the storm goddess Gemona. The unknown purple-black smoke in the incense burner gradually dissipated, and pure white smoke rose from the copper furnace cover.

Lawrence took a long time to breathe, then looked around in surprise, as if he didn't believe that the nightmare had ended, until the voice of the first mate came from the side: "Captain! That ship-the Lost Country has left!"

Lawrence was a little lost and reacted for a few seconds before muttering to himself: "...has he actually let us go?"

The first mate didn't hear clearly for a while: "Captain? What did you say?"

"That Captain Duncan..." Lawrence muttered subconsciously, but then he slapped himself as if he had accidentally mentioned some taboo words. Then he suddenly raised his head and looked at the first mate, "Come on the whole ship, hurry up! Look at who is missing on the ship!"

The first mate nodded immediately, but just as he was about to leave, Lawrence immediately stopped him: "You also need to see if there are more people on the boat!"

The first mate was stunned for a moment, then he realized, with a hint of surprise and fear in his eyes. He took a deep breath, chanted the name of Goddess of Storm in a low voice, and then ran quickly to the deck outside.

Still sailing on the White Oak, the sound of the assembly bell rang like a death-seeking moment.

(There will theoretically be ~~)

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