Deep Sea Embers

The Zealots end in madness—the oblivion heretics who follow the Dark Lord, embracing their death in the most chilling of ways.

When the ceremony was completely destroyed, the surviving Annihilation Cultists chose to sacrifice collectively in order to forcibly complete the inversion of the mirror city.

Even with Lawrence's half-life experience at sea, he has never seen such a terrifying and crazy scene——

Hundreds of Annihilation Cultists threw themselves into the pool of turbulent mud in ecstasy. They melted and disintegrated in the mud, but they were ecstatic. The surroundings of the "Pond" exploded violently, and the dirty smoke and rotten atmosphere even blocked the attack of the Queen's Guards. A huge thorny crown protruded from the center of the mud pool. With the crazy sacrifices of the cultists, its scale grew rapidly. In the blink of an eye It covers the entire hall.

"I've figured it out!"

A frenzied roar came from the canopy of the tree, and thousands of voices seemed to be superimposed on the roar.

"We have figured it out!"

Countless cultists who plunged into the mud were also shouting, and their voices shook the second waterway.

"I will execute!" "We will execute!"

"Realize the Creator's blueprint!" "Realize the Creator's blueprint!"

boom!

The raging flames rose and spread in the hall, swallowing the crown of thorn trees almost instantly. Lawrence only had time to look up, and saw that the crown of the tree had quickly disintegrated and collapsed in the ghostly flames, turning into a sprinkling of gray-black dust and falling down. Even the pool of black mud in the center of the hall was also ignited by the flames. As the spiritual fire rose, the surge of mud slowed down rapidly and gradually turned into dried up scorched earth.

The last group of believers who threw themselves into the pool of mud were directly reduced to ashes in the flames.

However, the vibration of the second waterway has not stopped, and the whistling sound echoing in the sewer is still circling. The frantic shouts of those crazy believers when they sacrificed are like ghosts echoing in this underground space, making people shudder.

Lawrence raised his head and looked around in astonishment. He was still a little confused about the situation, and subconsciously said, "Have you caught up? The ceremony is not completed..."

"All the cultists seem to be dead...the 'tree' is also burned..." Anomaly 077 said nervously, looking at the place uneasily, "but why do I feel..."

"not yet."

A voice mixed with crackling flames suddenly sounded not far away, interrupting the communication between Lawrence and the "sailor".

Lawrence looked up immediately.

Agatha is also turning her attention to this group of "strangers" who came to help.

She was still standing there, maintaining the posture of being burned by the flames. Compared with when she just entered the city of mirror images, she had completely changed into another appearance——

A black dress turned into a tattered robe, draped over her body like the rags of an ascetic monk, her body is like a fragmented puppet, shocking scars and even cracks can be seen everywhere, her blood has long been drained, those At this moment, only green fire can be seen flowing like water from the wound, and her eyes have been burned by the flames of the fire usurper, leaving only holes.

However, in the empty eye sockets, there are two groups of the brightest flames dancing—she lost the eyes of the flesh and blood, but gained another perspective beyond imagination.

She can see that the energy in the hall is still flowing, and she can even see the energy of the entire mirror city flowing. She can see that there is some kind of extremely large structure running through the entire city, and it is still lifting As the city continues to "float", it moves closer to the real world.

Agatha took a step forward—the flames of the spirit body spread under her feet, scorching the floor and creaking. She stretched out her hand and grasped a thorn spreading from the mud pool, exerting a little force.

That section of "thorns" had been dried by the flames of the spiritual body, and was easily crushed into pieces by her. However, among the scattered pieces, there were bits and pieces of gleam still flowing.

"The mirror image is still floating..." She seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be reporting to someone, "The heresies have all been wiped out, but what they left behind is still functioning... This city of mirror images is alive. Yes, it's going to reality on its own...sorry, I don't know how to stop it."

Lawrence walked over and looked at Agatha curiously: "Who are you talking about..."

As soon as he said this, a violent shaking and a roar from above his head interrupted him. He and the sailors looked up in panic, and an unforgettable scene in this life came into everyone's eyes——

There was a huge earthquake in the hall, and the rock, cement, steel, and soil above the hall suddenly showed a transparent texture. In the suddenly transparent stratum, he could clearly see layer after layer of layers above his head. structure!

Drainage channels, power pipelines, steam transmission systems, subways, and mountains, streets, buildings, churches… the entire Frost City State!

He saw the frost, through the thick strata, he saw the frost in the real world, he saw that the city was shrouded in thick fog, and countless monsters were still attacking everything in the city in the fog, City guards and defenders are desperately fighting against monsters, darkness is spreading in the city, and fear is brewing in every corner...

Blood, smoke, death.

"Oh... I think we're in big trouble..." Anomaly 077 raised his head like the others, and then muttered after a long while, "Maybe the people above us are in big trouble..."

Lawrence woke up with a start, and he realized what was about to happen-although the cultists were all wiped out, their last-minute sacrifice ceremony was successful. The "blueprint" design is floating, and if this continues, the frost in the real world will never survive!

"Can't stop?!" He widened his eyes, turned to Agatha and asked loudly, "We are almost overlapping with the real world!"

Agatha just turned her head in silence, and her eyes filled with flames fell on Lawrence.

She didn't speak, but a calm and majestic voice sounded directly in Lawrence's mind: "Don't worry, this is just a part of solving the problem."

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then he realized where the voice in his head came from. His muscles all tensed up visibly: "Boat...Captain!"

"Relax, and—stand firm later."

Lawrence's eyes widened in bewilderment.

At the same time, the real world side.

The roar of the artillery still reverberates in the vast and endless sea, and the remaining city-state navy and sea fog fleet are still desperately resisting the "ghosts" that continue to emerge from the dense fog.

As time goes by, the number of ghost ships emerging from the fog has not decreased, but has continued to increase.

"I saw an unknown ship approaching from the port side! It's a fast gunboat... The anti-aircraft guns are ready to fire!"

"A frigate of the Frost Navy sank in the nearby waters, with the hull number S-30, removed from the identification list!"

"The rear deck is on fire! Damage control, damage control!"

The roar of orders, the roar of the main gun firing, the sound of explosions, and the loud noise of the water column hitting the hull, all the sounds are mixed together, brewing a doomsday-like atmosphere.

Tirian stood on the bridge of the Sea Mist, with his hands propping up the guardrail in front of him, his eyes fixed on the distant sea, his face was gloomy as if a storm was brewing.

The battle has been going on for a long time, but there is still no hope of victory. Ghostly enemy ships are still pouring out of the thick fog around the city-state, and the blockade of the entire sea area has not been lifted.

The undead sailors don't feel tired, but the continuous high-intensity battles are still consuming the strength of the Sea Fog Fleet—the repair ability of the Sea Fog itself is approaching its limit, and now even the fire on the deck cannot be extinguished. Instead, they could only rely on the damage control team to be exhausted. The Sea Crow had just withdrawn from the battle more than ten minutes ago, and was currently retreating towards Frost Island with its remains.

Even the Sea Mist Fleet is like this, let alone the Frost Navy composed of humans.

Just from the situation heard on the radio, it can be judged that the situation of the Frost Navy is not good-their exhaustion has reached the limit, and the battle damage and attrition of the warships have also reached a precarious point.

The irony is that everyone in the Fog Fleet has been mocking and cursing that navy almost every day for the past half century, but now, almost every member of the Fog Fleet hopes that those humans can hold on a little longer , I hope they can survive a few more.

A loud thunderous noise came from afar, and a huge flash appeared in the thick fog, and then, that huge flash turned into continuous fire and a series of explosions.

Tirian looked in that direction subconsciously, and immediately ordered the communications soldiers to figure out what happened to those explosions. After some confusion, the first officer Aiden brought bad news.

"The steam core of the Frost Navy battleship 'Lord Blucher' was severely damaged, the reactor exploded, and is sinking."

Tirian said nothing, but slowly closed his eyes.

The Lord Blucher—the Seamist had dealt with it several times in the past two years, and the commander of that ship was a very traditional Frostman.

A good man and a good boat.

But farewell.

"Write it down, maybe there will be a chance to mourn in the future," Tirian opened his eyes and shook his head slowly, "We don't..."

Just in the middle of speaking, the scene outside the porthole suddenly interrupted his next words.

He looked out of the window in surprise, and the first officer and many people on the bridge looked out of the window subconsciously.

The fog over the sea...is dissipating.