At this moment, Frost truly became a city floating on the mirror.

The sea is this mirror.

What was reflected in the mirror was not only the distorted and terrifying mirror city - but also a pair of eyes burning with flames, and an existence that was larger than the city-state, even as huge as the entire Frost Sea.

The authority of fire was transferred in an instant, and all the flames burning inside and outside the mirror became a medium for extending and amplifying power.

"Sir! Sir! Fire...fire!"

The terrified shout of the junior officer awakened Lister from his daze. He woke up with a start and looked out the window in the direction of the sound. He saw that the entire coast was burning, and even the entire sea surface was on fire. The raging flames were rising, and a touch of green emerged from the flames like flowing water, and quickly spread across his entire field of vision.

The spiritual flames rising from all directions seemed to have the power to shock the soul, causing Lister to step back subconsciously. However, the next second, he saw that even the flames in the gas lamps embedded in the nearby walls were quietly dyed with a layer of dark green.

A low roar came from a distant place, as if shaking the entire city, accompanied by a loud creaking sound as some huge object was torn apart and broken. Everyone in the command center heard these loud noises.

Someone followed the sound and headed in the direction of the city-state, and saw that the deformed and twisted buildings that had almost completely covered the city were now cracking apart piece by piece, with even larger tongues of fire spewing out of those cracks, and in the midst of the grand spiritual flames, countless black substances were being gradually burned up.

Near the port defense zone, an exhausted city-state guard hid behind a crumbling bunker and watched the twisted buildings in the distance collapse. Hundreds of deformed and wriggling creatures fled out of the cracks, but flames were chasing them from behind, burning them to black ashes.

At the foot of the mountain in the center of the city-state, the defenders are fighting a desperate battle with the invading fake freaks. However, a phantom army suddenly rushed out from the chaotic light and shadow. This team was wearing the uniforms of the Queen's Guard from half a century ago. They rushed into the streets, shouting the name of the Frost Queen, and fighting desperately with the deformed monsters that poured into reality.

At the last line of defense in front of the Cathedral of Silence, the high-ranking deacon was organizing the priests to fight against the monsters pouring into the square. The tongues of fire spewed out by the steam walkers and the pale flames released by the silent monks intertwined into a web, struggling to resist the invasion of those monsters and silt.

“Stop them!” the high-ranking deacon shouted at the top of his lungs. At the edge of his vision, pale and fine ashes were falling from above the Silent Cathedral, like the first fluttering snow. “Block the church door! Block…”

There was a sudden loud bang and a vibration that seemed to shake a mountain. The high-level assistant priest almost fell to the ground in this earth-shattering noise. A thorn made of mud, full of malice, stabbed at him from the gap in the defense line.

However, just when the high-level acolyte was about to be pierced by the thorns, a dark green flame suddenly appeared in the air and turned the vicious attack into ashes.

The high-ranking acolyte looked up in surprise and saw a figure appearing in front of him.

She was wearing a black dress that was as tattered as an ascetic's robe, and her body was covered with cracks of varying sizes. Flames were flowing from her body like eternally hot blood.

"Agatha... Gatekeeper?"

The high-level assistant priest looked at the figure that appeared in front of him in astonishment, but felt that the figure was familiar and unfamiliar. He called out the other party's name, but saw strange figures appearing one after another beside the gatekeeper, and those figures were all wrapped in dark green spiritual flames.

"I'm back," Agatha turned her head, two flames dancing in her empty eye sockets, and her voice was mixed with crackling explosions, "Take the rest of the people and retreat, or find a safe place to stand firm."

"Stand firm?" the senior acolyte repeated in astonishment, not being able to understand the other party's words for a moment, "And... why did you become like this..."

Agatha ignored him. Amid the increasingly dense low roar, she turned in another direction and looked at the sea outside the city-state.

Thick smoke rose above the sea, dark clouds hung down, the sea was as dark as a mirror, and an indescribable giant... was rising from the mirror.

Two huge balls of green light that almost reminded people of the sun were rising little by little in the thick smoke and clouds. Outlines that were unimaginable to humans were gradually taking shape in the smoke and clouds, as if the ocean and the atmosphere themselves were rising and converging. This scene... even made Agatha, who had already stopped breathing, feel suffocated again.

That is suffocation at the soul level.

“Oh, God of Death…” The high-ranking acolyte could not bear the enormous pressure. He finally stood up and staggered and fell down again. “What is that…what is that?!”

Agatha just turned her head slightly, with helplessness in her tone: "I reminded you to find a safe place to stand."

The high-ranking deacon could no longer hear what the gatekeeper was saying to him - as the outline in the clouds quickly condensed, he finally realized what it was.

It was a figure rising from the endless ocean, an existence projected into the real world with the entire Frost Sea as the medium.

The two balls of green flames that were reminiscent of the sun, burning brilliantly in the clouds, were actually His eyes, the curling and surging clouds were His breathing, and the huge shadow that slowly rose in the smoke... was His arm.

Now, that hand stretched out towards Frost.

“Oh my God!!!”

Someone in the square exclaimed.

However, the hand stretched out seemingly slowly, but it was faster than anyone's exclamation or prayer - it had crossed the sea, crossed the sea where the Sea Fog Fleet, the Frost Navy and the Fake Fleet were fighting, crossed the coast of the city-state, and reached into the depths of the frost just like reaching into the smoke.

The next second, the arm began to rise slowly, as if holding up billions of tons of weight, rising up bit by bit.

As the arm rose, a mirror city was gradually peeling away from the frost of reality.

All the twisted buildings, the curled and swollen earth, the thorns covering the mountains, all those blasphemous things that seemed to be similar to the real world but overwrote reality with horror, were torn away bit by bit from the Frost City by that hand.

MirrorFrost has risen into the real world—and now, it's floating higher than its creators intended, and it's still rising.

Agatha laughed, more cheerfully than ever before.

The Mirror Frost broke away from the city-state and was still rising. This scene was like expelling an evil spirit from a body invaded by an evil spirit, and the "evil spirit" was finally slowly lifted up to the vicinity of the clouds by a huge arm.

Deep in the thick clouds, two balls of green fire that burned like the sun swayed slightly, and the vaguely visible, majestic and awe-inspiring face seemed to be looking down.

Many tiny sounds came from the palms of my hands.

Some of those tiny sounds are real, but most of them are like vibrations of the mind, the howling of the body in a pile of twisted wreckage, and the stubborn and paranoid fantasies and delusions entrenched in the Mirror City.

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Duncan looked at his palm through the clouds. He saw that the mirror city was like a swollen and deformed mass of flesh. The streets, which were poor imitations of the real world, were rapidly degenerating into their original form of dirty mud. Between those swollen and deformed streets, mountains and city walls, tiny thorns were still expanding and shrinking. Sparks so tiny that they were difficult to distinguish were jumping in the center of this mass of matter. The obsessions of hundreds of crazy believers were entangled and making noises like mosquitoes and flies.

It was mixed with fear, anger, unwillingness, and outright malice.

Are those fanatics still trying to spread their doomsday theories? Or are they looking for a reasonable explanation for the disaster they created?

Duncan listened for a while and then dropped his eyes.

"You know nothing about mass sacrifices."

His eyes were focused on the mirrored city, and the entire city began to burn in his eyes and in his palms.

Countless ashes, debris and green flames fell from the sky like a rainstorm falling from the clouds.

The huge palm like a city-state slowly clenched into a fist, and the mirror frost that burned to ashes in its palm turned into dust with a terrifying crushing and friction sound. Countless residual substances splashed towards the Frost Sea, fell into the sea, fell onto the coast, and fell into every place that Tirian's eyes could see.

But almost all the falling objects avoided the Frost Island, as well as the Sea Fog Fleet and Frost Navy that were still active on the sea.

Tirian looked around.

All of the fake ships were rapidly disintegrating.

It's finally over.

He exhaled softly.

The first mate Aiden stood next to him. The bald strong man looked up at the sky, but could only see a small part of the outline of the huge figure.

Aiden's body was still trembling slightly.

"Any ideas?" Tirian turned his head and looked at his first mate with a smile.

Aiden fumbled to take out his pipe from his bosom, but he couldn't light it for a long time. After a long time, he put the pipe down and said in a trembling voice: "The old captain... he shouldn't mind that we fought with him before, right?"

Tirian just smiled and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Father doesn't care about these little things."

However, this cold sea pirate shivered for a long time but failed to light a fire.