The fog has gradually invaded the second waterway, and those hazy and chaotic fog floats like a thin veil near the canopy of the sewer corridor, giving the impression that the deep and heavy roofs have disappeared, and the second waterway is gradually being swallowed up by the "sky".

The small, old-fashioned man in an old coat walked briskly through the strange, silent sewer corridor—decades had eaten away at his body, and for many years he had not been able to move so quickly, but for some reason, today, at this very moment, he felt his body light again, as if his youth had returned to this body, and the sore joints and weak muscles had disappeared.

He walked faster and faster, and the big wrench he carried in his hand was no longer as heavy as it had been at the beginning, and he sped quickly through the corridors and forks in the roads of his memory, and ran persistently in a direction that he could no longer remember, but which was very familiar.

He had to catch up with the big army, for the time of the assembly was approaching.

A crumbling piece of rubble suddenly blocked the old ghost's path.

"There's no way...... Out of the way? The old man paused, looking at the collapsed stone in front of him in astonishment and muttering to himself, the chaotic memories reassembling haphazardly in his mind, trying to explain the existence of this collapsed area, he seemed to recall some—

Oh, it's the explosives, the ones that the guards retreated through the connecting shafts and detonated the explosives planted in the corridors so that the rebels who stormed the sewers were stopped

But no, not exactly, it seems that this collapsed place is not just for the rebels, many years ago, when the young soldier ignited the explosives...... The hallway collapsed, blocking something else......

The old ghost stood in front of the blocked corridor in a daze, and bent down again to tap the stones in front of him with the big wrench in his hand, muttering muttering.

This road should be open, it must be passable, or you won't be able to get to the meeting place, but it collapses, what should I do? A wrench can't repair a collapsed stone......

A hazy mist suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and the old ghost, who was beating the stones, raised his head blankly, and subconsciously took half a step back, and he saw that the wisps of mist were escaping from the cracks in those stone piles, slowly filling the entire corridor, filling his vision.

He heard distant murmurs and roars coming from the fog, and then what seemed to be a hoarse voice shouted- "Is this reasonable?!"

But no one appeared in the fog, and in the midst of the fog, the old ghost only saw the gravel that had collapsed and blocked the road in front of him suddenly disappear.

The corridor that had been blocked was turned into a thoroughfare, and the gas lamps embedded in the opposite wall emitted a dim light, and in the depths of the chaotic corridor, black mud that seemed to have dried up for decades could be vaguely seen, sleeping quietly in the same dry drainage canal.

"The road is open...... It's good if the road is open......"

The old ghost was in a trance, as if to wonder why the collapsed stones had suddenly disappeared, but soon the doubt disappeared from his haunted memories, and he stepped forward without hesitation, stepping into the darkened corridor.

Agatha suddenly raised her head, and the guards, priests, and nuns who were following her immediately stopped, everyone nervous, watching out for any movement in the fog.

"Did you hear footsteps?" It took two or three seconds before Agatha suddenly broke the silence, "Except

Footsteps outside of us. “

"Yes," the accompanying nun nodded slightly, "just now, very slightly, but very close, as if ......"

It was already the depths of the boiling gold mine, and in the direction that Sergeant Brad had pointed out, Agatha and her team had reached the mine by the only way in that direction, and even at this depth, the fog was still everywhere.

The lighting system was still working, and the dim light illuminated the support in the mine tunnel and the track structure under its feet, and there seemed to be something strange in the shadowy interplay of light and shadow.

Agatha saw two identical pillars appear on the opposite side wall—mirrored from the surface grain to the location of the stains.

In the other direction, she saw several criss-crossing roof beams piled together, as if they were fused together.

The priest in the procession raised his lantern and came to one of the unusual supporting structures, looked nervously at it, and then whispered: "Gatekeeper......"

"I see," Agatha interrupted the priest, her tone still calm, "and it's clear that 'fakes, in spaces that are overlapping with our real world.'"

"The space where the fakes are located?" One of the guards subconsciously repeated.

Agatha was silent for a moment, as if she was feeling the annoying trance again, and then she raised her hand and rubbed her forehead: "That's right, all fakes should come from an anomalous plane, and now there is all kinds of evidence that this anomalous plane is gradually getting closer to our real world, perhaps...... Maybe we can call it a 'mirror image,')

Cold, boundless cold, as if you are in an incomparably cold corridor, and the blood in your veins has long lost heat.

But in the next second, this strange feeling disappeared, and the illusion of being in a cold and lonely corridor also vanished, and she was in a trance to see that her loyal subordinates were still surrounding her, and the light of the lantern and gas lamp quickly dispelled the chill that remained in her consciousness.

“…… Is it because there is not enough time...... Or is it because it's too close......" Agatha muttered to herself subconsciously.

The nearby subordinates didn't hear her muttering.

A Guardian Warrior was looking around with a lantern up, and suddenly something seemed to be noticed: "There's a man over here!

Agatha quickly came to her senses, and with a look on her face, she hurried to the place where the warrior had found.

A warrior dressed in the equipment of the city-state's elite guards collapsed in the mine, looking dead for a long time.

A black combat coat with a metal cuirass and steam machine-powered arm guards, a steam backpack behind him, and a thick breathing mask on his face.

Agatha bent down, wiped the blood from the nameplate on the warrior's chest with her fingers, and stared at the name silently for a few seconds.

"It's Sergeant Bryde." She broke the silence softly.

Agatha was silent for a moment.

The situation was as she had judged, with a real Sergeant Bled collapsed in the mine, while a replica of him appeared in front of the eyes of the Church troops who were exploring the Church under the influence of a dense fog - the fake was fake, and the information was real.

"There are corpses here, too!"

Soon, another Guardian Warrior who was advancing raised his lantern and called out in the distance.

More corpses appeared in the following mines.

Agatha quickly led the way, finding more and more of the dead in the depths of the mines—the elite guards of the city-state, the Winston Archon's cronies.

The causes of death varied, ranging from trauma from being torn by a sharp blade, to blunt trauma from a blow with heavy force, and even gunshot wounds.

Near the corpses, Agatha and her men also found dried black mud, which if put together would have far outnumbered the Guards soldiers who had been killed.

“…… In a vicious battle that lasted for a long time, the troops encountered an enemy far outnumbered themselves in the mines, and they continued to advance hundreds of meters in the engagement...... Most of the fighters had already run out of bullets, and in the end they fought with bayonets and steam fists. ”

Agatha examined the recent corpses, judging by the traces of the corpses and the situation at the scene, as she thought about it

Growing uneasiness.

There are many fallen warriors, and the team led by Archon Winston is clearly in a bad situation, and this battle may have broken out a few hours ago - after all this time, is the Archon still alive?

As if in response to her uneasiness, a Guardian warrior who was clearing the way at the front of the group suddenly stopped.

"Gatekeeper, there's no way ahead!"

"There's no way ahead?" Agatha was startled and immediately got up and walked forward.

The team reached the end of the tunnel, and there was only a flat and solid wall in front of them, and there was no way, but this was obviously not normal.

Agatha quickly looked back in the direction she had come from, and saw the dead Guards lying quietly in the darkness, and among the corpses, there was no sign of Archon Winston.

"There's only one way," Agatha shook her head at once, "and with the traces left at the scene, I don't think Archon Winston has any chance of finding another way here with the remnants of his guard."

The priest frowned: "But it's blocked here

Agatha ignored it, instead turned around and slowly walked towards the flat, solid wall.

After a moment's hesitation, she reached out and tried to touch the wall.

Her fingers sank straight into it.