In the small mirror she carried with her, Martha emerged from a cloud of black mist, and her voice burst into Lawrence's ears: "See the lights in the distance?"

"See," Lawrence nodded, and looked up at the incredible sight ahead—a large black phantom floating on the sea, vaguely like the outline of a city-state, but no detail could be seen, while beneath the surface of the water were the brightly lit harbor docks and various buildings on the edge of the city-state, and the White Oak was gradually approaching the inverted light and shadow without control, and countless shadowy ship phantoms were floating on the distant sea, as if they were in a fierce battle. In the confused vision of the virtual and the real, he even felt that even he was illusory, "What an unimaginable sight......... It turns out that when I look at the world from the mirror side, it looks like this...

"Light and shadow are inverted in your field of vision, but they are normal to me - but soon, it will all be reversed again," Martha said with a slight smile on her face, "Go and get ready, soon I will be docking, the location is an abandoned jetty at the southern corner of the East Harbour Pier, I will keep the boat as close to a sewer access as possible, bring your mirror, and I will guide you all the way to the second waterway."

"And ····· The other fakes will react, right?" Lawrence was still worried, "If you really can't beat it, you can retreat first with the White Oak and the Black Oak, and at our current speed, those fakes will definitely not be able to stop."

Martha rolled her eyes, "Of course, I'm not stupid - my mission is to get you here and delay a bit, but I'm not going to take out the entire Mirror Frost fleet with two twin ghost ships, they can't be killed."

Anomaly 077 was crouching on the deck, fiddling with a rope that he had found out of nowhere, and occasionally looking up to observe the chimney and flagpole of the White Oak, looking rather troubled.

"Is it no longer fashionable for people of your time to hang erring sailors on masts?" The dry corpse muttered in confusion.

"Still thinking about your noose?" Lawrence raised his eyebrows and said in an unkind tone, "Drop the rope and go find the first mate to get a scimitar and guns and ammunition, and we're ready to go ashore."

"I fell asleep with a set on my neck, why didn't it work......" Anomaly 077 was still muttering in confusion before suddenly reacting, "Huh? Ashore?! You're going to take me with you this time?"

It's fitting that the anomaly of the Evil Gate is dealing with the city-states of the Evil Gate," Lawrence grimaced, "We're going to enter the depths of the frost through the second waterway - don't waste any time, go get your weapons.

The sailor was stunned for a moment, then reacted and immediately got up: "Yes, Captain!"

The White Oak drew closer to the darkness and the lights reflected in the sea, and an elite and powerful marine team had gathered behind Lawrence.

The first mate, Gus, was not in the group, but was arranged by Lawrence to stay on board.

The old captain made arrangements with a serious face: "There will be a fierce battle after that, all the forgery warships near the harbor will react and attack the White Oak and the Black Oak, you have to stay on the ship and direct the battle - delay as long as you can, and if you can't hold it off, you will retreat with Martha."

"I understand," Gus nodded, but still glanced at the "sailor" who was fiddling with his newfound weapon behind Lawrence, "But...... Is he really reliable?"

Lawrence glanced back, and the Anomaly 077-Sailor also happened to look up, the corpse with a scimitar at his waist, but threw the rifle and bullet pouch in his hand onto the barrel beside him, muttering, "I'll just carry a scimitar, I won't use this thing."

"Feel free to do so, if you think a scimitar will be enough for you to deal with the second waterway of the mirror city-state," Lawrence said casually, "Someone who doesn't know how to use a gun will get a gun that is really counterproductive."

The sailor thought about it, but did not touch the rifle, but went to the box where the weapon was stored and took a scimitar from it and hung it on his belt.

Lawrence didn't say anything, just lowered his head and glanced at his palm.

He's slow

Slowly, fist-clenched, and open, he adjusted his breathing, sketching in his mind the phantom of a ship burning with ghostly flames and the sails of the spirits flying high, recalling the feeling of the flames burning his body and transforming his body in the flames.

After a long time, he saw a faint green appear in his palm prints, and tiny flames slowly flowed in the lines.

There was a slight jolt on the deck beneath his feet, the White Oak began to brake, the hazy darkness outside the ship was close at hand, and in the small mirror on his chest came Martha's voice—

"Attention, the boat will soon come to shore, then I will reverse the phase again and disarm the twin projection, you jump on the dock from the left, and go straight and I will show the way."

"I'm ready." Lawrence exhaled softly and slowly walked to the side of the ship.

"I'm ready, too!" Anomaly 077 also followed closely behind the captain, and there was a hint of excitement and anticipation in his hoarse and dark voice, "Go ashore! Fight! The pirates are coming!"

"We're not pirates," Lawrence glanced back at the corpse, "we're honorary seamen."

"Come on," Martha's voice came from the mirror almost simultaneously, "three, two, one...... Inverted!"

In an instant, light and shadow change, and virtual and real are exchanged.

Everything around Lawrence seemed to flicker violently, and then the reflection in the sea rose, and the darkness in front of him reversed, as if passing through an invisible mirror in an instant, and the frosty pier and pier appeared in front of him, and the damp and cold feeling that had always lingered around him, as if immersed in the sea, also dissipated in an instant!

The next second, he saw a black shadow suddenly appear on the sea next to the White Oak, and the silhouette of the Black Oak quickly emerged from the black shadow.

After the light and shadow reversed, the Black Oak was released from the reflection of the White Oak at the same time, and instead appeared on the surface of the sea as a twin battleship, ready to cooperate with its sister ships.

In an instant, lampposts appeared on the dock, sirens sounded in the streets and alleys in the distance, the chaotic wind whined and whistled in the harbor, and the sound of warships hastily firing their guns sounded from afar, like a chaotic thunder.

The reaction came so quickly?!

Lawrence was startled, but he was not slow to react, he kicked the rope ladder down, and was the first to rush out: "Let's go!"

A marine team of a dozen capable sailors rushed to the dock and followed the route suggested by Martha to the far junction, with Lawrence leading the way.

The cold wind whistled in his ears, the sirens and gunshots in the distance had an intermittent and distorted texture, and in the chaotic dim skylight, Lawrence held the revolver in one hand and the sword in the other, running wildly in this mirrored and twisted ghost city-state, and Martha's voice kept coming.

"At the intersection ahead, turn left and bypass the sentry box... Go straight, take the alley on the right, the entrance is at the end...

Behind him, there are the hurried and chaotic steps of the sailors, in their hands, trustworthy weapons, and in their ears, the sound of their lovers.

Lawrence ran faster and faster, and in a trance, he felt as if the old age and exhaustion accumulated over the decades had gone away from this body, and he felt his heart beat like a young man, and the same blood in his veins as when he was in the prime of life—that unbridled and high-spirited years returned to his mind.

It's back, it's all back.

He stepped forward, swung his arms, and a faint green flame appeared behind him like a phantom, and beside him, behind him, green flames began to appear on the sailors, and the flesh and blood reflected in the flames with an illusory texture like a ghost.

Anomaly 077's wolf-like voice rang out, "Captain! I'm afraid!"

"If you're afraid, get close to the line!" Lawrence grinned, his voice inexplicably happy, "This city

Can't stop us!"

Anomaly 077 continued to howl as he ran forward with Lawrence, "I'm afraid of you!"

"Then you just try to fit in - I'm not retiring, and you don't want to!"

Lawrence said cheerfully and loudly, not minding that his voice would reveal the whereabouts of the procession, and not worrying about the big grin in the street

The act of running wild with the head will attract the "guards" of the city-state.

Because from the beginning, it couldn't have been a "sneak-in" - the moment an uninvited guest stepped into this mirrored city, the living city had already reacted.

The street slowly filled with fog, and in the strange dim fog, something was emerging from it.

"It's foggy in the streets!" He shouted, "Martha, is this normal?"

"Fog is a sign of criticality, and the mirror in the fog is the most difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction - keep moving forward, don't care about the fog that spreads from the real world, it's just ahead."

"Good!"

Lawrence replied with a loud voice, leading the sailors toward the mist, and in the mist, one after another swayed and twisted figures stood up, with their misshapen bodies and the wrong number of eyes, and they roared and staggered through the fog.

Lawrence raised the muzzle of his gun, but before he and the sailors could shoot, a dense series of gunfire rang out from the other end of the fog.

A spider-like steam walker suddenly appeared in the fog, and heavily armed City-State Guard soldiers built barricades around the walker, their rifles in their hands and the gun turret mounted on top of the steam walker spewed flames, tearing the monsters in the fog to shreds in an instant.

Lawrence ran past the edge of the battle zone, staring in amazement at the sudden appearance of the city-state guards, only to be seen in the next second, the soldiers and the steam walker vanished into the fog again, leaving only a mess of rubble in their place.

"Here we are, the sewer entrance - there's a lift at the end of the walk down there, leading to the second waterway!"