The fanatics ended up in madness - the heretics of annihilation who followed the Lord of the Deep embraced their death in the most chilling way.

With the ritual completely destroyed, the remaining Annihilation Cultists chose to make a collective sacrifice in order to forcibly complete the reversal of the Mirror City.

Even with Lawrence's half-life of experience at sea, he had never seen such a terrifying, crazy sight.

Hundreds of Annihilation Cultists threw themselves at the surging pool of mud in ecstasy. They melted and disintegrated in the mud, yet were ecstatic. The Abyss Demons that coexisted with them broke their chains one after another with roars, and violently exploded around the "pool". The dirty smoke and the smell of corruption even hindered the attack of the Queen's Guards. A huge crown of thorns rose from the center of the mud pool. With the crazy sacrifices of the cultists, its size grew rapidly, covering the entire hall in the blink of an eye.

"I've understood!"

There was a frantic roar coming from the treetops, and it seemed as if thousands of voices were superimposed on each other in the roar.

"We've got it!"

Countless cultists who threw themselves into the mud were also shouting, their voices shaking the Second Waterway.

"I will do it!" "We will do it!"

“Realize the Creator’s blueprint!” “Realize the Creator’s blueprint!”

boom!

The raging flames rose and spread in the hall, almost instantly engulfing the crown of thorns. Lawrence only had time to look up and saw that the crown of the tree had quickly disintegrated and collapsed in the ghostly flames, turning into a large amount of gray-black dust that floated down. Even the pool of black mud in the center of the hall was ignited by the flames. As the spiritual fire rose, the surge of the mud quickly slowed down and gradually turned into dry scorched earth.

The last batch of believers who threw themselves into the mud pool were directly turned into ashes in the flames.

However, the vibration of the second waterway has not stopped, and the whistling sound echoing in the sewer is still lingering. The frantic shouts of those crazy cultists when they are sacrificing are like ghosts echoing in this underground space, which is chilling.

Lawrence looked up and around in astonishment. He still didn't quite understand the situation, so he asked subconsciously, "Did you make it? The ceremony isn't finished yet..."

"It seems that all the cultists are dead... The 'tree' is also burned down..." Anomaly 077 said nervously, looking at the place uneasily, "But why do I feel that..."

"not yet."

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

Lawrence immediately looked up over there.

Agatha was also turning her attention to the group of "strangers" who came to help.

She was still standing there, still in the state of being burned by the flames. Compared to when she first entered this mirror city, she had completely changed into a completely different person.

The black clothes turned into a tattered outer robe, draped over her body like the rags of an ascetic monk, and her body seemed like a shattered puppet, with shocking scars and even cracks everywhere. Her blood had long been drained, and only green fire could be seen flowing like water in those wounds. Her eyes had been burned by the flames of the Fire Usurper, leaving only empty holes.

However, in those eye sockets that had turned into empty holes, there were two balls of the brightest flames flickering—she had lost her eyes of flesh and blood, but had gained another perspective beyond imagination.

She could see that the energy in the hall was still flowing, and she could even see the energy of the entire mirror city was still flowing. She could see that there was some kind of extremely large structure running through the entire city, and it was still supporting the city and making it "float up" towards the real world.

Agatha took a step forward—spiritual flames spread under her feet, burning the floor and causing it to creak. She reached out her hand, grasped a thorn that spread out from the mud pool, and applied a little force.

The piece of "thorn" had been dried up by the flames of the spirit body and was easily crushed into pieces by her. However, among the scattered fragments, there were still tiny specks of light flowing.

"The mirror image is still floating up..." She seemed to be talking to herself, or as if she was reporting to someone, "The heretics here have been wiped out, but the things they left behind are still functioning... This mirror city is alive, and it is moving towards reality on its own... I'm sorry, I don't know how to stop it."

Lawrence walked over and looked at Agatha curiously: "Who are you talking to..."

He was just halfway through his words when he was interrupted by a violent shaking and a roar from overhead. He and the sailors looked up in panic, and an unforgettable scene came into everyone's eyes -

The hall was shaking violently, and the unknown thickness of rock, cement, steel and soil above the hall suddenly took on a transparent texture. In the suddenly transparent stratum, he could clearly see layer upon layer of structures above his head!

Drains, power pipelines, steam transmission systems, subways, and the mountains above, streets, buildings, churches... the entire Frost City-State!

He saw the frost. Through the thick strata, he saw the frost in the real world. He saw that the city was shrouded in thick fog. Countless monsters were still attacking everything in the city in the fog. The city guards and defenders were desperately fighting against the monsters. Darkness spread in the city, and fear was brewing in every corner...

Blood, smoke, and death.

"Oh... I think we're in big trouble..." Anomaly 077 looked up like everyone else, muttering after a while, "Maybe those people above us are in big trouble..."

Lawrence woke up with a start, realizing what was about to happen - although the cultists had all been wiped out, their last-minute sacrifice ceremony was successful, and this mirror city had acquired the characteristics of an independent existence, and was still floating up according to a certain "blueprint" design, and if all this continued, the Frost in the real world would definitely not survive!

"Can't stop?!" He turned to Agatha with wide eyes and asked loudly, "We are about to overlap with the real world!"

Agatha just turned her head in silence, and her flaming gaze fell on Lawrence.

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

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then he realized where the voice in his mind came from. All the muscles in his body tensed up visibly: "Ship...Captain!"

"Relax, and—stand still later."

Lawrence's eyes widened in confusion.

At the same time, on the real world side.

The roar of artillery fire still echoed in the boundless ocean. The remaining city-state navy and sea fog fleet of Frost were still desperately trying to resist the "ghosts" that kept emerging from the thick fog.

As time goes by, the number of ghost ships emerging from the fog has not decreased, but has continued to increase.

"An unknown ship is seen approaching on the port side! It's a fast gunboat...close-in defense guns are ready to fire!"

"A frigate of the Frost Navy sank in nearby waters. Hull number S-30. Removed from the identification list!"

"Fire on the rear deck! Damage control, damage control!"

The roar of orders, the roar of main guns firing, explosions, and the loud noise of water hitting the hull, all mixed together, brewing a doomsday atmosphere.

Tirian stood on the bridge of the Sea Mist, his hands resting on the railing in front of him, his eyes fixed on the sea in the distance, his face gloomy as if a storm was brewing.

The battle has been going on for a very long time, but there is still no hope of victory. Ghostly enemy ships continue to emerge from the thick fog surrounding the city-state, and the blockade of the entire sea area has not been lifted.

The undead sailors felt no fatigue, but the continuous high-intensity battles were still constantly consuming the power of the Sea Mist Fleet - the Sea Mist's own repair ability was approaching its limit, and now it couldn't even put out the fire on the deck, and could only rely on the damage control team to run around. The Sea Raven had just withdrawn from the battle more than ten minutes ago, and was currently dragging its remains to retreat towards the Frost Island.

Even the Sea Fog Fleet is in this situation, not to mention the Frost Navy composed of humans.

Just from what was heard on the radio, one could tell that the Frost Navy was in a bad situation - their fatigue had reached its limit, and the damage and attrition of each ship had reached a precarious level.

The irony is that everyone in the Sea Mist Fleet has been mocking and cursing that navy almost every day for the past half century, but now, almost every member of the Sea Mist Fleet hopes that those humans can hold on a little longer, and hopes that more of them can survive.

A thunderous roar came from afar, and a huge flash of light appeared in the thick fog. Then, the huge flash of light turned into continuous flames and a series of explosions.

Tirian subconsciously looked in that direction and immediately ordered the signalman to find out what the explosions were. After some confusion, First Mate Aiden brought bad news.

"The steam core of the Frost Navy battleship Lord Blucher was severely damaged, the reactor exploded, and it is sinking."

Tirian said nothing, but slowly closed his eyes.

Lord Blucher - The Sea Mist had dealt with it several times in the past two years. The commander of that ship was a very traditional Frost man.

It’s a good man and a good ship.

But goodbye forever.

"Write this down. Perhaps you will have a chance to mourn in the future." Tirian opened his eyes and shook his head slowly. "We don't have any..."

He was just halfway through his words when the scene outside the porthole suddenly changed and interrupted what he was going to say next.

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

The fog on the sea... is dissipating.