On the patrol ship, everyone was stunned to see the huge ship that suddenly rushed out of the thick fog, watched its bow almost twice as tall as the patrol ship almost grazed the side of the ship, watched its mottled and rusted hull slowly move forward, the old and tattered flag still seemed to be hanging above the "Warrior", and the strips of cloth that had been completely unrecognizable were swaying wildly in the night wind, looking like they were loose... …· The shroud is in general.

The patrol ship commander was the first to react.

"Keep turning, speed away!" He shouted, "Don't get swept up in the wake of that ship!"

Brushing a capital ship at this distance is extremely dangerous, especially for a patrol ship that is a small ship - the current around and at the tail of the larger ship can greatly interfere with the course of the small ship, and any collision in a violent rocking can be fatal.

The steam core began to roar again, and the helmsman was now feeling the terrifying effects of the big ship—the patrol ship's hull was swaying to one side, and he had to do everything in his power to stabilize the hull in the irregular currents and accelerate away from the behemoth that was close at hand.

The helmsman's efforts were on the verge of failure.

The Warrior was faster than expected, and the turbulence around the ship was even more bizarre, even more than the helmsman had gained over the years—he felt as if countless invisible ropes were entangled in the rudder and bottom of the patrol boat at the bottom of the sea, and he was maliciously dragging the small boat closer to the old warship that looked like a ghost ship.

The entire ship began to make an unsettling creaking sound, as if it was being torn apart by something invisible.

At first, the patrol ship only held out for a few breaths with a sudden turn and a little distance from the full engine, and then the whole ship began to lean towards the stern of the "Warrior" at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the rusted "cliff" quickly enlarged in everyone's field of vision, and many shaky, inhuman-like and terrifying figures appeared near the side of the Warrior, overlooking the capsized boat with a chilling sight.

"I'm going to crash! I'm going to bump into it!"

Someone exclaimed, and the sailors immediately ran to the nearest railing or handrail to avoid being thrown overboard at the moment of impact, but the patrol ship disappeared the moment it touched the stern of the Warrior.

The Warrior vanished, disappearing from plain sight.

Like a nightmare that woke up in horror, the old capital battleship that had covered the sky and the sun a second ago dissipated in front of the soldiers' eyes in such an instant, leaving only the terrifying impression and fear in everyone's hearts, and the people on the bridge and deck looked at each other, as if they had just woken up from a big dream, and they didn't know where they were.

The fog dissipated, and the cold light of the Creation of the World sprinkled on the surface of the sea, and the cold sea breeze woke many people up, leaving only an undulating crushing wave and fragments of ice floes cruising in the distance.

The patrol commander slowly let go of his grip on the railing and came to the porthole, looking out at the sea, and one of his subordinates walked up to him and muttered as if to himself, "Collective hallucinations? Was that a phantom?"

「…… It's not a hallucination," the Commander raised his hand and pointed to a guardrail outside the porthole, "See?" The guardrail is broken - we just hit it."

"And where did it go now? This doesn't seem to be the case with the previous 'Petrel...... The Petrel did not disappear into thin air until it was completely shattered. And just now the currents around us suddenly changed, and the helmsman couldn't even control the course......

The Commander didn't speak for a moment, and after pondering for a long time, he slowly said, "Perhaps......... We've just sailed into some kind of crevice—it's not the ghost ship that suddenly appears and disappears, it's ourselves."

A stunned and frightened expression instantly appeared on the faces of his subordinates, and then he subconsciously looked at the sea in the distance and the direction of the Frost City-State, and only after a few seconds did he speak: "That····· … Are we back in the real world now?"

「…… Call Sea Mist and Frost Island at the same time," the Commander muttered briefly, and said quickly, "Judge our own state by comparing their responses—until we can't be sure of the situation, no."

Be close to Ren

He appeared on the ships in the nearby waters."

"Yes."

"They came across a warship that sank forty years ago? And then the ship suddenly disappeared before it could crash into it?" Captain Sea Mist's room, Tyrion leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow after listening to First Officer Aiden's report, "They're still patrolling the waters - because they're not sure they're back in the real world?"

"Yes, the commander of the patrol ship seems to have figured out that they briefly sailed into an anomalous area based on the previous encounter with the Warrior, and now they are contacting the Sea Mist Fleet and Frost at the same time to try to determine if the surroundings are real," Aiden nodded, then shrugged again, "I think they may have been a little frightened and nervous."

「…… No, that's the right side of caution," Tirion shook his head, his expression serious, "We don't like the current Frost Navy, but we must admit that they have been defending the city-state for fifty years—they are not inferior to us in their experience of fighting the Otherworldly Vision, and that commander should be right."

Listening to the captain's words, the expression on Aiden's face finally became serious: "So...... They really drove into a ...... for a short time 'Anomalous seas' that may overlap with the real world,? And where you met the Warrior?"

"Warrior...... I remember the ship, when it was first built, the Queen cut the ribbon for it herself," Tirion said with emotion, "Do you remember how it sank?"

"Of course I remember, after all, we sank it," First Officer Aiden nodded, "That ship was remodeled after being controlled by the rebels, and then sent to destroy our 'defection fleet,' only to be sunk in the frosty sea by an ambush you arranged in the first encounter - several rounds of artillery hit the ammunition compartment and then the fuel depot, and it almost broke off at the waist."

"Yes, the barricade snapped, but the Warrior that patrol ship saw was a complete ship," Tirion said, "so it's obvious—a similar forgery to the Petrel."

"Frost has been looking for the source of those fakes, because they always appear like they appear out of nowhere......" Aiden mused, "Could it be...... A hidden, overlapping space?"

"The Frost side should get word soon, and the smart ones among them will analyze that possibility, and as for us, we don't have to worry about them - we have our own mission."

"Are you going to report this to the old captain?"

"Of course, he's been waiting for my news," Tirion said, gesturing outside, "You go out first, keep the door closed, and don't let people in."

"Yes, Captain."

"There's a new report from Tirion's side."

Frost City-State, in a makeshift home on Oak Street, Duncan said to Morris and Vanna, who were sitting across from him.

Beside him, Nina was holding a history book and reading with relish, while Shirley, who had wandered outside with her until midnight, was already sleepy.

"What's new?" Morris immediately adjusted his sitting position, "Something happened at sea?"

"A Frost patrol ship encountered a Navy battleship that sank forty years ago in the southwest waters, suspected to be the same 'fake' as the Petrel, but no fight broke out between the two sides - after a slight collision, the fake, the battleship disappeared into front of the patrol ship out of thin air. Now it's impossible to tell if a new fake has suddenly appeared on the sea, or if the patrol ship has briefly sailed into an anomalous sea parallel to the real world - the second possibility is a little more likely."

「…… Anomalous waters parallel to the real world." Morris analyzed the words, his expression slowly becoming solemn, and he raised his head, "This seems to confirm your discovery tonight......

"Yes, there's another frost in the mirror - if all the fakes, even the nests of the cultists, are hidden in a 'mirror image,' that would explain why the source of the contamination couldn't be found after searching the entire city," Duncan said slowly, "and the 'crows' whose whereabouts were unknown and returned out of thin air, and the large number of replicants of unknown origin in the city-state, certain people

of the disappearance...... I can explain it."

Morris and Vanna looked at each other, and from the look in each other's eyes, they saw the same solemnity.

「…… I can deal with ordinary heretics and demons, no matter how strong the enemy is, mobilizing more manpower and firepower can always solve it, but the enemy in the mirror... Vanna's brow furrowed, looking a little headache, "I can't think of a solution for a moment····· I can't even think of how those heretics could have been accomplished."

"If this is also the authority of the Nether Lord, then it is clear that his power is not only spreading from the deep sea to the surface of the sea, but also spreading on a large scale, and this is no longer a 'small fight' like making a few replicas." Morris also spoke.

Both "professionals" seemed to be in distress, and Duncan smiled when he saw this, "Actually, I've cast a spark on the other side of the mirror."

Maurice Vanna: "...... Huh?"