In the port area, Liszt, who was directing the garrison to resist the attack while keeping the port running as much as possible, suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the city-state with some blankness.

In the city-state, mysterious and twisted buildings are pouring out and emerging from the normal streets, the distant earth is warping and turning upside down, faintly thorny phantoms cover the mountains, and chaotic lights and shadows are descending from the illusion—but in this terrifying and strange scene, some delicate and pale "dust" suddenly flutters and scatters.

The pale dust rose to the sky out of thin air, and they fell like the first snow of winter, and they scattered through the overlapping apparitions and twisted alien neighborhoods, little by little on the frosty streets—weightless, but seemingly endless.

In the place where the dust was scattered, the city-state, which had been blurred and chaotic by the overlapping of phantoms, seemed to suddenly become "distinct" again, although it was only for a moment, although it was only a little change, but Liszt clearly saw that there was a boundary between those phantoms and the real streets.

But at this moment, he didn't have time to think about what the hell was going on, or even his fate in the next minute.

The roar of the steam walker fire and the roar of the distant shore defense guns pulled him back to reality.

"Keep those freaks out of the docks!" Liszt crossed the walkway between the buildings, through a line of steam walkers and makeshift barricades, and shouted to the soldiers and commanders, "Make sure the oil depots and ammunition are in the air!" The port must not fall! ”

Gunsmoke filled the air in all directions, the pungent smell of blood, oil, and the filthy mud as it dried up, and a steam walker was destroyed, and the next spider machine rushed out of its bunker to maintain its fragile defenses.

Inside the line of defense were scarred dock facilities and a contingent of troops running between the harbor buildings.

Liszt came to the top and looked in the direction of the dock.

When the monsters came out of the fog in large numbers, the port nearly fell, and he and his soldiers paid a great price to clean up the contamination of the harbor and build a defensive line on the road leading to the interior of the city-state, which has been resisted until now.

According to the last external communications, it is now the only port still in operation in Frost – ports elsewhere are either fiercely contested, have been lost, or are unable to function due to heavy damage to critical facilities.

He had to keep it running at all costs - because the battle line at sea was already in jeopardy, and if the only coastal support was lost, the city-state's navy would be truly finished.

But...... With another horrible twisted city-state gradually invading reality, will it really hold on?

Liszt turned his head and took one last look at the monstrous swollen and deformed earth that was rising from the city-state, and tried to ignore its gradual spread towards the port, and turned away from the line and returned to the defense headquarters.

It was also a busy place, with officers and staff officers anxious, information coming from everywhere was not optimistic, and the calls and ticks of various radio communication equipment were ringing incessantly.

A communications soldier was sitting in the corner of the room, repeating hoarsely over the radio: "Inform the ships in the near sea, this is the East Port, we still exist, repeat, we still exist - this is the only safe supply port, do not go near other ports......"

Liszt walked straight up to one of his subordinates: "What is the situation at the supply dock?" ”

"The Laureate is replenishing ammunition and repairing the supply elevator, its sister ship is losing power and is being towed back by barges, we have enough ammunition, fuel and fresh water, but the crane at Pier 4 has been damaged and it is paralyzing over there......"

Liszt listened with a gloomy face, and then, there was a sound of hurried footsteps coming from the side, and another junior officer came to his side, his face nervous: "Sir, there is a situation......

"Now there is a situation everywhere," exclaimed Liszt, "and report it directly!" ”

"Yes, a ship is applying for port repairs, yes...... The ship of the Sea Mist Fleet," the junior officer had a complicated look in his eyes, "the undead on board said that their transmission mechanism was faulty, and the ship's maintenance equipment could not cope. ”

Liszt was stunned for a moment, and after three seconds, he gritted his teeth: "Let them enter the port and help them repair it as soon as possible." ”

"Yes, sir."

His subordinates departed, and Liszt walked quickly to the window to observe the direction of the sea.

A battleship billowing with billowing smoke was slowly approaching the repair dock, the Frost Queen's flag fluttering on the bow, and farther out on the sea, littered with floating wreckage.

"Half a century...... This flag eventually returned to the frost ...... in this way"

Liszt muttered subconsciously.

But in the next second, a noise suddenly came from the direction of the corridor, interrupting the exclamation of the commander-in-chief of the port defense.

"What's going on?" He turned his head and asked aloud.

A soldier nervously and hurriedly pushed the door in, and said to the commander-in-chief with an embarrassed face: "Sir! There are two ...... Ordinary citizens, two girls, I don't know how to run in, I have to talk to you......"

"Ordinary citizens? Arrange for them to avoid ......" Liszt subconsciously spoke, but as soon as he was halfway through his words, a series of commotion quickly approached from the hallway, and then he heard a young girl's voice whistling outside—

"Let it go! Let's get it! Time is precious! What do you mean by that word...... Window, oh, window period is TM for a while! ”

Liszt looked up in astonishment, and in the next second, he saw that two young girls had broken through the soldiers' barriers and forced their way into this vital headquarters.

One was short and thin, wearing a black cotton skirt, but he pushed two soldiers with large shoulders and round waists out of the doorway, and the other was slightly taller, wearing a plain brown coat and cotton skirt, and his face seemed to be a little nervous.

Both looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and the thin one even looked a little smaller.

"Leave immediately," Liszt said immediately, irritability making his tone unkind, "this is not a place for you to mess around, if you get separated from the evacuees, you ......"

"You're the boss here? We have something important," said the thin girl, babbling before she could finish speaking, "is there anything around here that is not needed for the time being?" We need to set a fire ......."

"Set a fire?" Liszt was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was a bad joke - he couldn't understand why there were two inexplicable civilians running here at such a time to make trouble, but then the vigilance brought by his profession woke him up, and he immediately ordered loudly, "Soldiers, keep them under control!" ”

Several soldiers immediately rushed in to catch the two strange girls, and the short one jumped up and down: "We really have something important!" The angle of your place is too suitable, just an open space! ...... you"

She stopped abruptly and stared out the window with wide eyes, as if she had found something.

"Hey! You can do it over there! The whole avenue is empty, and it goes straight to the coastline! The girl jumped so high that two or three soldiers could not hold her down, and then she turned her head again and beckoned to her companion, "Nina, you go over there, and then add the two arson spots just found in the south, and the city-state will definitely be enough!" ”

"Ah...... Good! The young girl named Nina immediately responded, and then she turned back and bent slightly to Liszt with embarrassment and apologies, "Yes...... I'm sorry sir, my friend is not very good at dealing with people, so let's ...... go."

Liszt's eyes widened, and the outrageous situation in front of him made his mind a little confused, but he still subconsciously took a step forward: "Stop, you ......"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because something even more outrageous happened.

A sudden stream of heat surged around the young girl in front of him, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a jumping, blinding arc of flame, which rose through the room, its blinding brilliance seemed to burn a soul's soul at a glance—and in the next second, the flame flew towards the open window next to it, like an upside-down meteor, and rushed straight to a high platform near the port area.

Liszt watched in amazement, but before he could turn his mind, the flame suddenly rushed back into the room.

The flames bent down towards him, outlining the girl, and a crackling but polite voice came from it: "Thank you for protecting the city, I'm leaving!" Good bye! ”

The arc of flames burst out of the room again.

"Goodbye, goodbye!"

In the room, the diminutive girl also shouted repeatedly, and then a pitch-black crack suddenly appeared beside her, and shadows surged in the crack, dragging her out of thin air and disappearing in front of everyone's eyes.

"This ...... It's all ......."

Liszt watched this scene in astonishment and dazedness, and subconsciously rushed towards the open window, only to see an arc of flame rushing straight into the sky from a distance.

And beneath this flame is the shore, illuminated by a dazzling light...... Burst into flames!

"The Frost Coast is on fire!"

On the lookout of the Sea Mist, an undead sailor picked up a bullhorn and shouted loudly.

The waves were undulating and the wind was windy, and Tirion stood like a standing reef on the edge of the bow deck, and in his single eye, the frosty shores were reflected in several fires.

A bright flash of fire danced over the city-state, igniting the no-man's land on the edge of the city-state—the towering cliffs, the rocks jutting out of the water, the lost towers, the ruined forts, the ignition points were gradually connecting as if they were ...... Continuous candlesticks.

Around the Sea Mist, the vast and endless sea surface is burning in large areas.

The wreckage left behind by the fake fleet is burning, the ships of the sea fog fleet or the city-state navy are burning, and the oil that leaks out is burning.

The whole sea is being lit up by the flames of war.

And in this burning sea, the distorted and strange light and shadow of the mirror world are reflected—the ever-floating ghost fleet, the grotesque and terrifying mirror frost in the distance, and the boundless darkness that surrounds these twisted things.

"Captain!" First mate Aiden ran over and shouted beside Tirien, "The last barrel of fuel has fallen, and the surrounding fire is about to roll up to the ship!" ”

"I know," Tirion said calmly, a smile slowly appearing on his face, "What's the reaction from the Frost Navy?" ”

"They also did as we were told, and set the extra whale oil on fire, but they still couldn't figure out what we were going to do, and they did it in a state of confusion - they wanted us to give an explanation."

"Explain ......"

Tirion grunted softly, slowly raising his hand and pointing around the Sea Mist, the increasingly eerie sea that was constantly being covered in thicker darkness.

"Aiden, what do you think this sea looks like?"

Aiden was stunned for a moment, and looked up.

In the next second, his expression gradually froze, and even a trace of horror appeared.

On the sea, the wind and waves have quickly receded at some point, and the boundless darkness makes the entire sea area gradually show a mirror-like texture.

Flames burned in front of the mirror, from the frosty coast to the sea where the fleet was fighting...... It is like a ceremonial candlestick in front of a mirror.

The wind and waves and the sound of artillery on the sea seemed to suddenly subside, and everything seemed to be far away from another world, and in this eerie, brief silence, Aiden heard his captain speak softly.

"My father said that if you want to take the initiative to find him, find a mirror and light a fire in front of it."

Tirion slowly opened his hands and faced the sea as it turned into a dark mirror.

"The fire is lit, are you there?"

So, the frosty sea opened its eyes.

"I'm here."

(End of chapter)