Chapter 431 – The Fog is Dissolving
Chapter 431: The Fog is Dissolving
Fanatics end in madness – the Annihilation Heretics who followed the Profound Holy Lord embraced their deaths in the most chilling way.
With the ceremony completely disrupted, the Annihilation Heretics remaining on the scene chose to make a collective sacrifice in order to forcefully complete the Mirror City’s anti-phase.
Even with Lawrence’s half-life experience of seeing so much at sea, he had never seen such a horrifying, so maniacal sight –
Hundreds of Annihilationists pounced on the churning pool of mud in ecstasy, melting, disintegrating and rejoicing in it, and their symbiotic demons hissed and broke their chains, exploding themselves violently around the “pool”, and the foul smoke and corrosive scent deterred even the Queen’s guards from attacking, while a giant thorn canopy was removed from the pool of mud. A huge crown of thorns rose from the center of the pool of mud, growing rapidly in size as the cultists sacrificed themselves, covering the entire hall in the blink of an eye.
“I have comprehended!”
A wild roar came from that canopy, a roar that seemed to iterate a thousand voices.
“We have comprehended!”
Countless cultists who had thrown themselves into the mud shouted back, their voices shaking the Second Waterway.
“I shall execute!” “We shall execute!”
“Realize the Creator’s blueprint!” “Realize the Creator’s blueprint!”
Boom!
The roaring flames rose and spread in the hall, engulfing the crown of thorns in it almost instantly, and Lawrence only had time to look up to see that the crown had quickly disintegrated and crumbled in the spectral flames, turning into oceans of grayish-black dust that drifted down, and even the pool of black mud in the center of the hall was ignited by the flames, and in the spiritual fire rising, the mud’s surging slowed down rapidly and gradually turned into depleted scorched earth.
The last batch of devotees who threw themselves into the pool of mud directly turned into ashes in that flame.
However, the vibrations of the second waterway still did not stop, and the whistling sound that echoed in the sewers still hovered, and the frenzied cries of those crazy devotees at the time of their sacrifices echoed like ghosts in this underground space, sending shivers down one’s spine.
Lawrence looked up and around in dismay and bewilderment, he was still a little confused and subconsciously spoke, “Catch up? The ritual isn’t finished, is it ……”
“The cultists seem to be all dead …… The ‘tree’ burned down as well ……” Anomaly 077 nervously said, looking uneasily at the place, “but how do I feel ……”
“Not yet.”
A voice mixed with the sound of flames bursting suddenly sounded not far away, interrupting the exchange between Lawrence and the “sailor”.
Lawrence immediately looked up over there.
Agatha was also turning her attention to the “strangers” who had come to help.
She was still standing there, maintaining the posture of being burned by the flames, and compared to when she had just entered the Mirror City, her whole person had completely changed into a different appearance – a black dress turned into a tattered robe, like the rags of an ascetic.
Her black clothes had turned into tattered robes, like the rags of a monk, and her body was like a broken doll, with shocking wounds and even cracks everywhere, her blood had long since run out, and only green fire could be seen flowing like water from those wounds, and her eyes had been burned by the flames of the fire usurper, leaving nothing but empty holes.
However, in the sockets of those eyes that had been turned into voids, there were two clusters of the brightest flames pulsating – she had lost her eyes of flesh and blood, but had gained another perspective that was beyond her imagination.
She could see that the energy in the hall was still flowing, even in the entire Mirror City, and she could see that there was some kind of extremely large structure running through the entire city, and still lifting the city “up” towards the real world.
Agatha took a step forward – spiritual flames spreading beneath her feet, sizzling the floorboards – and reached out, grasping a thorn spreading out from the pool of mud, and exerting a slight pressure.
The “thorn” had already been roasted dry by the spiritual flames, and she easily crushed it into pieces, but in the scattered fragments, there was a shimmering light that still flowed from the stars.
“The mirrors are still coming up ……” she said as if she were talking to herself, or as if she was reporting back to someone, “The heretics here are all but extinguished, but what they left behind is still functioning… . this city of mirrors is alive, and it’s traveling 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 ……”
The words were barely out of his mouth when a violent shaking and a roar from overhead interrupted him, and as he and the sailors looked up in alarm, a sight that would not be forgotten for the rest of their lives came into everyone’s eyes – the
The hall was shaking, and the unknown thickness of rock, concrete, steel and dirt above it suddenly took on a transparent quality, and in the suddenly transparent strata he could clearly see layer after layer of structure above his head!
Drainage channels, power lines, steam delivery systems, subways, and further up, mountains, streets, buildings, churches …… the entire city-state of Frost!
He saw Frost, through the thick strata of the ground, he saw Frost in the real world, he saw that the city was being shrouded in a thick fog, uncountable monsters were still attacking everything in the city in the fog, the city-state guards and the Guardian forces were fighting the monsters in desperation, darkness was spreading through the city, fear was brewing in every corner ……
Blood, smoke, death.
“Oh …… I think we’re in big trouble ……” Anomaly 077 tilted his head like the others, and muttered in the middle of the day, “Or perhaps it’s those people overhead who are in big trouble ……”
Lawrence awoke with a start, realizing what was about to happen – even though the Cultists had all been destroyed, their last-minute sacrifice had been a success, and the Mirror City had gained independent existence and was still floating upwards, according to some sort of “blueprint” design. If this continues, Frost will never survive in the real world! “It won’t stop?!” He exclaimed, turning to Agatha with wide eyes, “We’re about to overlap with the real world!”
Agatha, however, just turned her head in silence, the flame-filled sight falling on Lawrence.
She didn’t say anything, but a calm and majestic voice sounded directly in Lawrence’s mind, “Don’t be anxious, this is just one part of the solution.”
Lawrence instantly froze, and then immediately realized where the voice in his head came from, and all the muscles in his body tensed up in a fleshly manner, “Captain of the ship ……!”
“Relax a bit, as well – stand still later.”
Lawrence’s eyes widened in bewilderment.
At the same time, on the real world side.
The roar of artillery still echoed in the endless sea, and Frost’s remaining city-state navies and the Sea Mist Fleet were still desperately trying to fend off the “ghosts” that continued to emerge from the dense fog.
As time passed, the number of ghost ships emerging from the fog did not decrease, but rather increased.
“Unidentified ship sighted on port side! It’s a fast gunboat. …… Close defense guns ready to fire!”
“A frigate of the Frost Navy has sunk in nearby waters, port number S-30, delisted from the identification list!”
“Aft deck on fire! Damage control, damage control!”
The roar of orders being passed around, the roar of the main guns firing, the explosions, the loud noise of the water column lapping against the hull, all the sounds mingled together in a brew of doom.
Tirian stood on the bridge of the Sea Mist, his hands braced against the parapet in front of him, his eyes staring dead ahead at the distant sea, his face somber as if a storm was brewing.
The battle had been going on for a long, long time, yet there was still not the slightest hope of victory in sight, the fog around the city-state was still pouring out ghostly enemy ships, and the blockade of the entire sea had not been lifted.
The undead sailors couldn’t feel any fatigue, but this continuous high-intensity battle was still draining the strength of the Sea Mist fleet – the Sea Mist’s own repair ability was on the verge of its limit, and now it couldn’t even extinguish the fires on the decks and had to rely on the damage control team to run for their lives, and the Sea Raven had just exited from the battle about ten minutes ago, and was currently dragging its broken body towards the Frosty Frost. was dragging its remnants back in the direction of Frostburn Island.
Even the Sea Mist fleet was in such a situation, the Frost Navy made up of humans was even more unimaginable.
Just from what we heard on the radio, we could tell that the Frost Navy’s situation was not good – their exhaustion had already reached its limit, and the battle damage and attrition of each of their ships had reached a precarious point.
Ironically, everyone in the Sea Mist Fleet had taunted and cursed that navy almost every day for the past half-century, yet by now, almost every member of the Sea Mist Fleet wished that those humans could hold out just a little bit longer, and hoped that a few more of them would survive.
A thunderous roar came from the distance, and a huge flash of light appeared in the thick fog, followed by that huge flash of light that turned into a continuous stream of fire and a series of explosions.
Tirian subconsciously looked in that direction and immediately ordered the comms to figure out what was going on with those explosions, and after some confusion, First Officer Aiden brought the bad news.
“The Frost Navy’s main ship, the ‘Lord Brucher’, has taken heavy damage to its steam core and is sinking as its reactors have been martyred.”
Tirian didn’t say anything, just slowly closed his eyes.
The Lord Broucher – the Sea Mist had dealt with it a few times in the last two years, and the commander of that ship was a very traditional Frost.
A good man, a good ship.
But goodbye forever.
“Make a note of it, maybe we’ll have a chance to mourn in the future,” Tirian opened his eyes and shook his head slowly, “we don’t have …… right now.”
Just halfway through his sentence, a change in scenery outside the porthole abruptly interrupted his next words.
He looked out the window in surprise, and the first officer, as well as many others on the bridge, subconsciously looked out the window.
The fog …… on the sea was dissipating.
(End of chapter)