Ashes Of Deep Sea

Chapter 413 - 413 417 Mad Rush in the Fog

?Chapter 413: Chapter 417: Mad Rush in the Fog Chapter 413: Chapter 417: Mad Rush in the Fog From the small mirror she carried, Martha emerged from a clump of black mist, her voice intruding into Lawrence’s ears, “Do you see the lights in the distance?”

“I see them,” Lawrence nodded, while he looked up at the incredible sight before him—a vast expanse of shadows black as ink floated on the surface of the sea, vaguely resembling the outline of the City-State without any discernible details. Beneath the surface, however, was a reflection of a brightly lit port and various buildings at the edge of the City-State. The White Oak was gradually approaching this inverted light and shadow without anyone at the helm. Countless ethereal shadows of ships floated in the distant sea, as if engaged in fierce battle. In this chaotic vision of light and shadow, illusion and reality, he even felt as though he himself was becoming unreal, “Such an unimaginable scene… so this is what the world looks like from the other side of the mirror…”
“The light and shadow in your vision are inverted, but in my eyes, it’s a normal view—however, all of this will soon reverse back,” Martha said with a slight smile, “Go prepare. I’ll be docking soon, at an abandoned pier in the southern corner of the East Port dock. I’ll get as close as possible to a sewer maintenance entrance. Bring your mirror, and I’ll guide you to the second waterway.”

“And then… the other counterfeits will respond, right?” Lawrence couldn’t help but express his concern, “If we can’t beat them, take the White Oak and the Black Oak and retreat first. With our current speed, those counterfeits definitely won’t be able to stop us.”

Martha rolled her eyes, “Of course, I’m not foolish—my mission is just to deliver you here and then stall for a bit of time. I never planned to take down the entire mirrored Frost fleet with just two Twin Ghost Ships. They can’t be completely destroyed.”

Lawrence nodded and turned to look behind himself.

Anomaly 077 was crouching on the deck, fiddling with a piece of rope he had found who-knows-where, occasionally lifting his head to observe the White Oak’s chimney and flagpole, appearing quite troubled.

“Is it no longer fashionable in your era to hang sailors who’ve made mistakes from the mast?” the mummy mumbled in confusion.

“Still thinking about your noose?” Lawrence raised his eyebrows and spoke unfriendly, “Put down the rope and go get a machete and firearms ammunition from the first mate. We’re preparing to go ashore.”

“It used to knock me right out when I put it around my neck, how come it doesn’t work anymore…” Anomaly 077 continued to mutter, then suddenly realized, “Ah? Going ashore?! Are you bringing me this time?”

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