Deep Sea Embers

Chapter 240: There is a stunning view ahead

The goat head isn't there.

This is an even more incredible scene than that absurd and weird dream!

Duncan stood at the door in shock for a long time before finally coming back to his senses. Then he directly pulled out the sword from his waist and walked forward slowly with full vigilance.

The goat's head was indeed not there. There were only charts and a few miscellaneous items on the familiar navigation table, and where the goat's head was originally placed, there was only an empty tabletop.

Duncan stared at the empty table for a few seconds, then slowly looked away, then looked up and looked around.

More inconsistent scenes came into view.

All the furnishings are mottled and old, and the walls and columns are covered with crack marks of varying depths from unknown time. There are a lot of things missing from the shelves next to them, leaving almost only an empty shelf. A decorative tapestry originally hung on one side. There is only a suspicious dark stain on the wall. Next to the stain is the window. The window is covered with dirt, and outside the window it is dark and chaotic. Only some suspicious glimmers can be seen passing quickly.

It was as if there were some very fast shadows flying through the air outside the window.

The entire chart room feels as if it has been abandoned for countless years. Time has destroyed most of the furnishings here, and some kind of rough force more dangerous than time has left traces on all the walls, roofs, and floors. There were those dark stains of varying shades.

Duncan couldn't help but pinch his thigh again, trying to confirm again whether he was in a dream.

The sea chart has also changed!

He held the doorknob, took a deep breath, and then pushed the door open.

Duncan subconsciously moved closer to confirm the contents on the chart, but immediately realized something was wrong.

Duncan exhaled heavily, and then as if he had made up his mind, he turned around and walked towards the captain's cabin door with his sword in hand - theoretically, the door was the deck of the Lost Home.

The next second, his vision suddenly froze.

Ran Qing came behind the mirror and looked outside cautiously.

Duncan almost cursed. He twitched the corner of his mouth twice, thinking that the thing he was most worried about would definitely happen. Not long ago, he was thinking that the thing in subspace was too evil and seemed to call him. He needed to find a way. I avoided contact with him, but I didn't expect that as soon as I closed and opened my eyes, the bookshelf would actually drift into subspace - so why did it come here all of a sudden? !

There was no movement outside the window, no sound of wind or waves, just quiet... just like this strange and short-lived dream of his.

Duncan stepped forward cautiously, and after confirming that the deck only looked dilapidated, and that there was actually no worry of collapse, he walked a little bolder. Then he raised his head and confirmed the situation around the Lost Home.

But he didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

Something happened to this ship.

It's exactly the same as the scene at the bottom of the Lost Home - it's subspace!

After thinking for a moment, he had a rough idea, then turned away from the side of the ship and walked towards the cabin entrance in the middle of the deck.

At least, outside the door is indeed the deck of the Lost Home.

As expected, there was no sea water on the Lost Home - the ship seemed to be floating in the universe, with the same nothingness in all directions.

At this moment, Duncan suddenly noticed something out of the corner of his eye, which made him stop subconsciously.

The moment he saw these bright lights and turbulent flashes, Duncan just said "fuck" in his heart.

Duncan finally saw the outline of this behemoth - and his breath suddenly caught.

The lines on the chart mark the trajectory of the Lost Home. This trajectory will update itself as the ship drifts. Look at the lines marked on the chart with the fog lifted and the trajectory criss-crossing... again In which dimension is the voyage record of the Lost Home?

Even if he, the "Ghost Captain", is somewhat ordinary and somewhat resistant to subspace, he should be safe and sound in this place, right?

What you see is a vast and boundless chaotic space, with dim shadows everywhere, and between these shadows, you can see the turbulent light and shadow of the bright lake from time to time, suddenly appearing, and then gradually dissipating. , you will often see strange flashes or light streams suddenly dimming, just like blind lightning specially illuminating

There is nothingness in the distance, so in this flash of light, you can still vaguely see something huge floating in the nothingness, as if it is rapidly rotating and changing.

Under this hanging earth, people can even vaguely see mountains, rivers and some more suspicious and disturbing lines and outlines, but all of them have lost their color and vitality - this entire "continent" There is only a monotonous grayish white, and the rivers are frozen in the ditches of the earth, which makes it seem like a crude model lacking color details, sealed in the amber of stagnant time and space.

The charts are crisscrossed with tracks and intertwined routes, but there is no meaningful mark or "place" visible. It is more like a bunch of chaotic lines drawn consciously, recording a hazy sleepwalking. Between these lines, there are no islands, no city-states... nothing.

Duncan didn't stay in front of the mirror for too long. He returned to the navigation table and glanced at the chart.

The clear feeling of pain and clear thinking reminded him at the same time that it was not a dream, but reality, a reality that he was very familiar with.

Since he can come here, it means that there must be a place that "overlaps" with the real world, but that place is not necessarily in the bedroom where he woke up. He has not yet checked the bedroom and chart room, and has not found it. Traces similar to "channels".

But after the initial panic, he quickly calmed down and resisted the urge to turn around and return to the captain's cabin.

This is a piece of... land, or a white fragment that looks like a piece of land. It is huge in scale, huge enough to cause a phobia of giants, and its irregular outlines seem to be shaped by some huge force. Torn directly from the planet, and then roughly thrown here.

He stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the huge hazy shadows in the distance and the turbulence of light and shadow that lit up from time to time, and he made a careless plan on how to get out of the predicament next.

The Lost Home sailed in a deserted chaos, and the decks and buildings on the ship were dilapidated and abandoned for a long time.

First of all, it is not confirmed whether that place is really a subspace. Secondly, it is to find and determine whether there is any connection between there and the real dimension.

I can't see Purande, I can't see Lensa, I can't see Reggang and Sea Breeze... Although he is indeed unfamiliar with most of the names of those city-states, at least he knows that those city-states exist and are absolutely It should appear on this map where the fog has cleared!

Duncan was confused about his current state, and even had some doubts about whether that place was the legendary "Abyss of the End of the World." Then he calmed down and walked towards the guardrail at the edge of the deck.

The huge piece of stellar debris was moving slowly over the Homeless Ship, showing Duncan a desolate and ancient image of the doomsday. He stood there, looking up at the (suspected) scenery of the subspace, but he did not feel any discomfort, nor did he feel that his spirit was being eroded, or hear any strange noises - according to the "common sense" of this world ... Human beings are said to have entered the subspace. Shouldn’t they go crazy on the spot just by taking one look at the subspace?

But nothing remains in its original place, this oval mirror with a complicated patterned frame.

In addition to this, he also quickly discovered that his condition was suspicious.

Duncan watched intently. At this moment, another "flash" happened to appear again, like a winding and long-lasting lightning. That flash of light crossed the sky and illuminated an extremely vast "sky" in the blink of an eye.

After all, he now doesn't have many bizarre experiences that he never thought of in the first half of his life. The experience accumulated from dealing with that strange world, as well as his mastery and confidence in his own power, make him no longer the confused novice he was before.

There was no terrible scene. The mirror did not reflect a bloody hell, nor did it reflect a twisted and deformed face. It was just dirty, with white stains all over the mirror, but where there were fewer stains, In this place, everyone can still see the reflection.

He raised his head and looked in the direction he had just seen with his peripheral vision, and a slightly dim arc was quickly dissipating in the darkness in the distance. In the increasingly strong light, he could vaguely see what seemed to be a huge, lump-like object. Something was slowly drifting over the Lost Home.

Duncan stepped out of the door, stepping on the potholes and broken ground, as if everyone was on the verge of

On the collapsed deck, a harsh creaking sound was heard suddenly, breaking the suffocating silence.

But compared to the first time he set foot on the ship, it only took him a short time to adjust to his condition, and he completely relaxed after taking a few deep breaths.

The feeling of setting foot on the Lost Home for the first time came over again, and the heavy feeling of being surrounded by endless weirdness made Duncan gradually frown.

Not only did he not feel any discomfort, he could even clearly perceive his body in Pland, and the "imprints" left by Nina, Morris, Vanna, etc. in the real dimension.

He came to the side of the ship and looked out.

That scene... looks a bit familiar.

The fog that originally covered the entire map has almost completely disappeared. After the fog dissipated, all that appeared on the parchment were simple tracks.

Duncan walked around the room again, checking the empty shelves, looking at the dirty walls and the corner where two wooden boxes were originally placed. Most of the things were gone, except for the navigation table. Here, it was almost an old, run-down empty room.

He was still not sure whether it was a subspace, but he felt that it was similar to the scene outside the bottom of the Lost Home, and he was sure that it was really a subspace... so there was no point in hiding back in the captain's cabin at this time. .

The only thing he feels uneasy about now is that "the Homeless Ship is quite unstable and something will go wrong sooner or later." This worry seems to be turning into reality. Duncan's brows frowned more and more. After realizing that there was no landmark information on the chart for reference, he slowly straightened up, tilted his ears, and listened to the movement outside the window.