Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 1250 - 37: The Lost Ship Amid the Temporal Tide
Such a high-ranking figure, once elevated to this position, would not die easily. I just hope she can stay quiet for a while, instead of causing trouble again.
As the phoenix sliced through the sky, the fierce winds and torrential rain also quickly dissipated. Shortly thereafter, shadows of land could be seen ahead.
But this isn’t something to be happy about.
"Isn’t it wrong?"
"Are there coconut trees in the Jiang-Zhe region?"
When they observed the coconut trees on the shore through the telescope, everyone’s faces became serious.
This is quite a leap in latitude.
If it’s simply a change in latitude, that’s not a big problem. The fear is that it’s a dimensional change.
"Send a telegram immediately to confirm our current location!"
On the surface, Wei Liuyun appeared calm, but his heart was already in his throat.
If they suddenly found themselves shoved onto a different world line, that would be delightful trouble.
"The port ahead responded, saying this is Yizhou Island, asking for our operational sequence."
"Northern Fleet mixed unit second team... No, don’t report our sequence yet, ask for their date!"
"Ming Country Year 3, September 30, Common Era 1371, November 1."
Phew, that’s good.
Wei Liuyun and Wang Yunxiao exchanged glances, exhaling deeply.
At least it sounds fine.
As long as they haven’t left the Real World, the rest isn’t a major problem.
"The port is asking for our ship’s date and whether we need to dock."
"No need, tell them we just experienced misnavigation and are now preparing to return inland."
Once the specific time and geographical coordinates are confirmed, that’s all that’s needed. Yizhou Island is the home port for the Southern Fleet; if there are no unexpected issues, the Southern Fleet should be on an overseas tour at this time.
If they want to dock, they’d have to deal with various procedures and processes, which Wei Liuyun doesn’t want to waste time on.
Just as the fleet began to turn around, a destroyer quickly sailed out from the port and charged directly toward them.
Initially, Wei Liuyun didn’t want to pay attention, thinking that the other side might have some other operational tasks. He didn’t expect that the destroyer would catch up at an extraordinary speed, running parallel to their cruiser hundreds of meters away.
Hundreds of meters, according to surface vessel standards, equates to almost being face-to-face.
From this distance, it’s clear to see with the naked eye that the signal flag on the opposite side is swinging wildly, signaling them to activate the voice communication device.
The ship’s voice communication device is actually just a prop.
In such a complex space-time environment, ordinary voice and image can’t effectively transmit information, the only usable device is the multi-dimensional communicator.
Useless, but indispensable.
Information exchange within the navy takes a redundant design approach; signals, lights, radio... everything necessary has to be available, as you never know when something might come into use.
Wang Yunxiao picked up the microphone-like equipment from the table and slowly adjusted the frequency with one hand. He was using such equipment for the first time, and if he hadn’t learned about it at the academy, he wouldn’t know what it was.
"Hello, hello..."
"Hello! Can you hear me? This is Snow Wind!"
The energetic voice nearly pierced Wang Yunxiao’s eardrums.
What is this?
Wang Yunxiao paused for a moment, then seriously said, "This is the flagship of the Northern Fleet’s second mixed fleet..."
"I know, I know! We’re also part of the Northern Fleet! Can you take us home with you?"
Wang Yunxiao held the microphone and turned to Wei Liuyun, "Is there a Snow Wind in the Northern Fleet?"
"No."
As an Advisor, Wei Liuyun was well-versed in fleet information. In his mind, he swiftly recalled all active surface vessels, including those from Fusang.
There is absolutely no "Snow Wind," unless it’s not part of the operational sequence.
Wei Liuyun picked up a telescope and went to the window, carefully inspecting the equipment on the Snow Wind, furrowing his brow slightly.
"That’s not standard equipment, it seems a bit too advanced... Inquire about their ship’s date and launch time."
Wang Yunxiao nodded, released his grip, and said loudly, "This is the armored cruiser Xuyang. We did not find your combat sequence, please report your ship’s date and launch time."
The other side was silent for a moment, then laughed dryly, "Can we make an exception and ask a different question?"
Are you kidding me, lady!
Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but roll his eyes, put down the microphone, and told Wei Liuyun, "The other side is misnavigated."
It’s obvious that this is a misnavigation ship.
Not all warships are equipped with Chess Herald Advisors for protection, or there’s hardly any warship with such luxurious setup.
Not to mention Chess Herald, once Advisor Dharma Gate is cultivated, at least it’s on the level of a cruiser, like Wei Liuyun here.
Destroyers don’t even think about it.
Once misnavigated in the Temporal Tide for a long time, they become like the Snow Wind you see now.
Forget about asking for the ship’s date; now ask her about her parents and she might not remember.
Previously, sailors at sea used to call such vessels ghost ships.
The Snow Wind following them, whether in terms of power or deck fire configuration, obviously has a generation gap compared to existing warships.
From Wang Yunxiao’s experience, it seems at least on par with the firepower configuration of the world line before he crossed.
But on his world line, the Snow Wind doesn’t belong to them.
"What do we do?"
Wang Yunxiao and Wei Liuyun were baffled.
A misnavigation warship returning to this time point from a future era, unable to prove its identity.
The simplest solution is to take her back with them. No matter how advanced she is, it’s just one ship, unable to cause much trouble, and investigate slowly once back.
But the real question is—can she return?
Utilities like the misnavigation ship are not common, even throughout the history of the Northern Fleet. Schools only teach how to rescue oneself after misnavigating, not how to rescue misnavigated ships from other time points.
This involves a rather complex concept of "anchor point."
To put it bluntly, it’s like four words, rootless wood.
Its home port is not at this time point, nor does it remember the specific time, unable to maintain its existence at this time point.
She’s still hovering hundreds of meters away now, but in the blink of an eye, the ship might vanish.
When you go for a night run, see a barbecue stand by the roadside, you can buy two skewers of grilled squid to take home.
But if you see a scantily clad beauty walking past you, at most you look at her twice, not certain to take her home.
A pre-prepared crime tool is not considered here.
"Report this situation to the flagship."
After pondering for a while, Wei Liuyun made the most cautious decision, but he knew the flagship couldn’t offer any helpful advice.
"I’ll go take a look."
Wang Yunxiao spoke.
"What if she suddenly disappears?"
"Since it was launched from Yizhou Island’s port, it’s already docked there for some time. The situation shouldn’t be too bad."
Different misnavigation ship cases.
Based on existing clues, Wang Yunxiao judged she should be the type tossed out by the space tide unable to find its home, rather than a completely marinated ghost ship.
But this isn’t absolute; in the space tide, you can encounter any phantoms.
To determine the details, seeing firsthand is more reliable than anything.
In fact, this was also what Wei Liuyun thought, but as temporary deputy commander, he must cautiously make choices.
"Want a set of Heavenly Armor?"
"I don’t need it."
Cruisers are equipped with Heavenly Armor for boarding combat, which Wang Yunxiao doesn’t require.
He walked to the edge of the deck, stretched a bit, and crimson Mecha directly emerged from the void, surrounding him.
Behind him, the Eight Trigram Yuan-Qi Furnace spewed layers of air waves, and the crimson Mecha instantly soared, forming a meteor, traversing hundreds of meters of the sea surface, landing on the Snow Wind’s front deck.
