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Not to mention the surrounding escort ships, even the seabed terrain scan had become a straight line.

Immediately, George’s heart sank, and an ominous premonition arose.

”What about sonar? Sonar should at least be useful!”

”Sonar... it’s all noise!” The sonar operator took off his headset, covering his ears in pain, ”It sounds like millions of cicadas screaming on the seabed; it’s impossible to distinguish any echo!”

Could it be... Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

George couldn’t believe his initial judgment was wrong. He grabbed the communication microphone, trying to call the nearest ”Jeanne d’Arc” frigate.

”Jeanne d’Arc! Jeanne d’Arc! This is poseidon! Answer if you can hear me! Report your position immediately!”

Unfortunately, all that came through the microphone was the teeth-grinding sound of electricity: ”Zzz... Zzz...”

”Damn it! Satellite phone! Connect me to The Pentagon!”

”General... no signal.” The communications officer held up the special satellite phone, which was claimed to be able to communicate even at the center of a nuclear explosion, with a pale face, ”GPS lost, GLONASS lost... all frequency bands, completely disconnected.”

At this moment, George finally felt fear.

This was not simple interference.

This was deprivation.

The entire fleet, armed to the teeth, representing the highest crystallization of human industry and technology, the steel wall on the sea, was in this instant deprived of sight, deprived of hearing, turning into a group of headless flies thrown into a white dye vat.

”Turn on the searchlights! Turn them all on!” George rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window, trying to see something through the eerie white mist.

Several high-power searchlight beams pierced into the mist.

But this strong light, capable of penetrating heavy rain, extended less than three meters before being ”swallowed” by the thick mist, disappearing without a trace.

Not only did it not illuminate the front, but under the diffuse reflection of the mist, the world outside the command room became blindingly bright, as if they were in absolute nothingness.

And what they didn’t realize was that the ’Athena’s Shield’ that had been on the aircraft carrier all along had quietly disappeared at some point.

...

And at this time, the chaos on the sea had just begun.

If it were just not being able to see, sailing by inertia would be fine.

But Su Yun’s [Mirage Dragon’s Breath] had another more fatal effect — Mirror Flower, Water Moon.

An absolute distortion targeting perception.

On the Sakura Country’s ”Kirishima” destroyer, Captain Tanaka was holding the compass, sweating profusely.

”Baka! What’s going on? Why is the compass spinning around? What about the backup gyroscope?”

”Report, Captain! All navigation equipment has failed!” The helmsman shouted in terror, ”And we... we seem to be veering to the left?”

”Then correct the rudder to the right! Fast! We must keep a straight line!” Captain Tanaka roared.

The helmsman steered hard to the right.

In his perception, the ship was indeed correcting its course, slowly returning to the right track.

But in reality, the ”Kirishima” was circling crazily towards the rear right in a bizarre posture, like a husky biting its own tail.

And not far from them, the Gaul’s ”Jeanne d’Arc” frigate was facing an even more embarrassing situation.

”My God, this fog is too thick!” The Gaul captain held half a glass of red wine, trying to calm his nerves with alcohol, ”Notify the engine room, slow down! Slow down immediately!”

”Captain! There seems to be something in front!” The lookout suddenly screamed.

”What?”

In the white mist, a huge black shadow suddenly emerged.

It wasn’t a reef, nor a monster.

It was a huge, rotating propeller blade, with ”Made in USA” stamped on it.

Oh my god, it was the butt of the ”poseidon” aircraft carrier!

”Damn it! Full rudder left! Full rudder left! We’re going to crash!” The Gaul captain was so scared that he spilled his red wine directly onto the adjutant’s face, throwing himself onto the helm wheel and turning it frantically.

But the sense of space in this mist seemed completely distorted.

Even though it looked like there were still hundreds of meters, the next second, the huge metal butt was already stuck to their faces.

Creeeak —!

A teeth-grinding sound of metal friction rang out.

Although they managed to avoid a direct collision through timely evasion, the ’Jeanne d’Arc’s’ fragile port side still scraped violently against the aircraft carrier’s rigid torpedo defense belt.