The fanatics have come to an end in madness - the annihilation heretics who have followed the Dark Lord have embraced their death in the most chilling way possible.

With the ritual completely disrupted, the remnants of the Oblivion Cultists at the scene opted for a collective sacrifice in order to forcibly complete the inversion of the Mirror City.

Even with Lawrence's half-life experience at sea, he had never seen such a terrible, such a mad sight—

Hundreds of Annihilators threw themselves into the pool of mud in ecstasy, melting and disintegrating in the mud, but also ecstatic, the demons who lived with them broke their chains in their roars and exploded violently around the "pool", the foul smoke and corrupt aura even deterred the Queen's Guards, and a huge canopy of thorns rose from the center of the pool of mud, which grew rapidly in size with the mad sacrifice of the cultists, covering the entire hall in the blink of an eye.

"I've got it!"

There was a frantic roar from the canopy, and the roar seemed to be superimposed with a thousand voices.

"We have understood!"

Countless cultists who had thrown themselves into the mud were also chanting, their voices vibrating through the Second Waterway.

"I'll do it!" "We will execute!"

"Fulfill the Creator's Blueprint!" "Fulfill the Creator's Blueprint!"

Rumble!

The flames rose and spread through the hall, engulfing the canopy of thorns almost instantly, and Lawrence only had time to look up to see that the canopy had quickly disintegrated and collapsed in the ghostly flames, turning into a cloud of gray-black dust and falling down, and even the pool of black mud in the center of the hall was ignited by the flames, and in the spiritual fire, the surging of the mud quickly slowed down, and gradually turned into a depleted scorched earth.

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

However, the vibration of the second waterway did not stop, and the whistling sound that echoed in the sewers still swirled, and the frantic cries of the madmen as they sacrificed echoed like ghosts in this subterranean space, making people shudder.

Lawrence looked up and looked around in a stunned and dazed manner, he was still a little confused, and subconsciously said, "Did you catch up?" The ceremony is not finished......"

"The cultists seem to be dead...... That 'tree' burned down too......" Anomaly 077 said nervously, looking at the place uneasily, "but how do I feel ......"

"Not yet."

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

Lawrence immediately looked up over there.

Agatha is also turning her attention to the group of "strangers" who have come to help.

She was still standing there, still in the form of being burned by the flames, and compared to when she first entered the Mirror City, her whole person had completely changed to a different appearance-

A black robe turned into a tattered robe, draped over her body like an ascetic's rags, her body was like a broken puppet, and there were shocking scars and even tears everywhere, her blood had long since run out, and in those wounds she could only see green fire flowing like water, and her eyes had been burned by the flames of the usurper, leaving only a void.

But in the hollow sockets, two of the brightest flames danced—the eyes of her flesh and blood, but a different perspective than she could have imagined.

She could see that the energy in the hall was still flowing, and she could even see the energy of the entire mirror city flowing, and she could see that there was some kind of extremely large structure running through the whole city, and it was still holding the city "up", moving closer to the real world.

Agatha took a step forward—spirit flames spreading beneath her feet, scorching the floor creaking, and she reached out and grasped a thorn that had spilled out of the pool of mud, with a slight force.

The "thorns" had been dried by the spirit flames, and she had easily crumpled them into pieces, but among the scattered fragments, there were still sparkling glimmers of light.

"The mirror image is still floating......," she said as if talking to herself, as if she was reporting to someone, "the heretics here are gone, but what they left behind is still working...... The Mirrored City is alive, and it travels 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 to......"

He was halfway through the sentence when he was interrupted by a violent shaking and a roar overhead, and he and the sailors looked up in alarm, and a scene that they would never forget in their lives came into their eyes—

The hall was shaking, and the rocks, cement, steel, and earth above the hall suddenly took on a transparent texture, and in the suddenly transparent formation, he could clearly see the structure layer after layer above his head!

Drainage channels, power pipes, steam delivery systems, subways, and mountains above them, streets, buildings, churches, ...... The entire Frost City-State!

He saw the frost, through the thick strata, saw the frost in the real world, he saw that the city was shrouded in a thick fog, countless monsters were still attacking everything in the city in the fog, the city-state guards and the guardian forces were desperately fighting the monsters, the darkness was spreading in the city, and fear was brewing in every corner......

Blood, smoke, death.

"Oh...... I think we're in big trouble......" Anomaly 077 tilted his head like everyone else, and muttered after a while, "Maybe those people above our heads are in big trouble......"

Lawrence wakes up in horror as he realizes what is about to happen - even though the cultists have been wiped out, their last-minute sacrifice has been successful, the mirrored city has acquired its independent identity and is still floating according to some kind of "blueprint" design, and if this continues, the real-world frost will definitely not survive!

"Can't stop?!" His eyes widened, and he turned to Agatha and asked aloud, "We're almost overlapping with the real world!" ”

Agatha turned her head in silence, her gaze filled with flames falling on Lawrence.

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

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then realized where the voice in his head was coming from, and the muscles in his body visibly tightened: "Ship...... Captain! ”

"Relax, and—stand firm later."

Lawrence's eyes widened blankly.

At the same time, the real world side.

The roar of artillery still echoes in the endless sea, and the frosty remaining city-state navy and sea fog fleet are still desperately fending off the "ghosts" that continue to emerge from the thick fog.

Over time, the number of ghost ships emerging from the fog has increased, rather than decreasing.

"The port side saw an unknown ship approaching! It's a fast gunboat...... Close-in defense guns ready to shoot! ”

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

"Fire on the back deck! Damage management, loss management! ”

The roar of passing orders, the roar of the main guns firing, the explosions, the loud crash of the water against the hull, all mixed together, brewing a doomsday atmosphere.

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

The battle had been going on for a long, long time, but there was still no hope of victory, and ghostly enemy ships were still pouring out of the dense fog around the city-state, and the blockade of the entire sea area had not been lifted.

The undead sailors don't feel tired, but the continuous high-intensity battles are still draining the strength of the Sea Mist Fleet - the Sea Mist's own repair ability is on the verge of limit, and now it can't even extinguish the fire on the deck, and can only rely on the damage management team to exhaust itself, the Sea Raven just withdrew from the battle ten minutes ago, and is now dragging its wreckage in the direction of the Frost Island.

This is the case even with the Sea Mist Fleet, not to mention the Frost Navy, which is made up of humans.

Just by what was heard on the radio, it was clear that the situation of the Frost Navy was not good—their exhaustion had reached the limit, and the battle damage and attrition of the various ships were in a precarious position.

Ironically, everyone in the Sea Mist Fleet has been taunting and cursing the Navy almost every day for the past half century, but now, almost every member of the Sea Mist Fleet hopes that the humans will hold out a little longer, that they will survive a few more.

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

Tyrion subconsciously looked in that direction, and immediately ordered the communications men to figure out what the explosions were all about, and after some confusion, First Officer Aiden brought bad news.

"The steam core of the Frost Navy's capital ship 'Lord Blucher' has been severely damaged, and the reactor has exploded and is sinking."

Tirion didn't speak, just slowly closed his eyes.

Lord Blucher - The Sea Mist has dealt with it a few times in the past two years, and the commander of that ship is a very traditional frost man.

It's a good guy, it's a good ship.

But goodbye.

"Make a note of it, maybe there will be a chance to mourn in the future," Tirion opened his eyes and shook his head slowly, "We don't have ...... right now"

He was just halfway through his sentence when the change of scenery outside the porthole suddenly interrupted his next words.

He looked out the window in surprise, and the first mate, as well as many people on the bridge, subconsciously looked out the window.

Fog on the sea...... is dissipating.

(End of chapter)