In Duncan's perception, two marks in an abnormal state have attracted his attention.
One of the marks is of course from the White Oak.
The ship that he had completely burned with flames still exuded a strong sense of "existence", wandering in his perception like a blazing fire ball, but he still could not determine the reality of the ship.
Location - Whenever he tried to determine the location of the White Oak, he would only get a weird and vague result, which showed that the White Oak was in an area next to the Frost City-State, which had long been occupied by the Sea Mist Fleet and the Frost Fleet.
Frost Navy joint blockade.
Another mark of "something went wrong" is on the gatekeeper Agatha.
In the past period of time, Duncan suddenly discovered that the mark he had left on Agatha had been interfered with in some way. During the interference, Agatha's aura became several times weaker, and the position began to appear similar to that of white oak.
With vague and distorted signs like a trumpet, he tried to confirm Agatha's status remotely, but was surprised to find that the other person's aura would completely disappear from the city-state from time to time.
Two troubled marks, one ship, one person, different locations, similar status.
This is clearly worthy of attention.
So he chose to investigate the matter personally after nightfall - the White Oak had no clues for the time being, but Agatha's mark would still move around Frost City from time to time, and it should be nearby.
Duncan lowered his head and looked at Shirley who was looking around him.
Agou's ability to sense as a deep demon may come in handy - and if there are Annihilation cultists operating nearby, he may also be able to smell the scent of "the same kind".
The night is getting darker, and all the gas lamps on both sides of the road have been lit. Occasionally, the whistle of the night watchman or the barking of dogs can be heard from a distance, mixed with the sound of distant waves.
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The streets were empty and deserted during curfew hours. Even if some lights shined from the buildings on the roadside, it was difficult to dispel the chill of the winter night. Duncan took Shirley through one alley after another, and in his "vision"
In the middle, the cluster of flames representing Agatha is still moving not far away.
"Mr. Duncan, do you think that if the gatekeeper saw me... would he strike with his sword?" Shirley said, somewhat lost, "Just like Vanna did when she saw a heretic..."
"The gatekeepers don't use swords," Duncan said casually. "I heard from Vanna that they use specially made fighting staffs and the magic of the death realm to deal with heretics."
Shirley immediately shrank her neck and became silent.
Duncan didn't pay attention to the girl's reaction. After entering an alley, he suddenly stopped.
Shirley also stopped nervously and looked around warily: "What did you find? Is that gatekeeper in front?"
"...She's not in front, she's right here," Duncan said calmly, his eyes slowly scanning the entire alley, "and she's been here for a while."
"She's right here?!" Shirley's eyes suddenly widened, as if she felt a cold wind blowing across her neck again. She looked forward hard, feeling increasingly faint, "Where is it...I can't see it.
Ah, Agou, have you seen it?"
"I didn't see it," Agou's voice came from the nearby shadows, sounding muffled, "I can't see the person and can't feel the breath."
"Can't you even see Agou?" Duncan frowned slightly, but in front of him, the small cluster of flames representing Agatha was burning quietly a few meters away, looking weak and illusory.
The gatekeeper is here - here she rests.
Duncan walked slowly towards the place where the flame was, but stopped again.
"Agatha" seemed to feel something. The flame suddenly jumped when he was halfway closer, and then quickly moved in the other direction.
Duncan raised his head and looked in the direction where the flames he felt were moving. Suddenly, a fleeting shadow on the glass window of a nearby building caught his eye.
He saw a vague figure running quickly across the glass surface, and Agatha's appearance could be vaguely seen in the outline.
Shirley, who happened to raise her head and look around, also noticed the shadow. She almost screamed out in fright, but she reacted in time and covered her mouth. After the shadow flashed past, she looked at Duncan and said with lingering fear: "There was someone just now.
A figure!"
"I saw it, it was reflected in the window." Duncan said in a deep voice, his eyes still looking calmly ahead. Where Shirley couldn't see, he was still staring at the cluster of flames - the flames had passed through
In the alley, he ducked at the intersection in front of him, then turned back and ran in another direction.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if sketching Agatha's state in his mind.
She seemed to be breaking out of some kind of predicament. She might have been injured or tired. She took a short rest here, and then headed towards the uptown area - at the intersection, something blocked her.
For a moment, but couldn't stop it.
Duncan opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the glass window not far away again. Agatha's figure was no longer in the smooth window glass, only the shadow of the streetlight not far away was reflected quietly.
"Reflection..." Duncan said softly, "Interesting..."
"Ah?" Shirley still looked confused, "What? Have you already figured it out?"
"Maybe." Duncan said noncommittally, then walked to the glass window, raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers.
A small cluster of flames danced at his fingertips, illuminating his figure.
He looked at the glass window and saw the flame in his hand reflected on the window. The jumping light seemed to be alive, burning quietly in the mirror world.
Shirley looked at Duncan's actions in confusion, and then saw the latter wave his hand gently, dispersing the flames on his fingertips.
But a faint green light was still dancing in her field of vision.
Shirley slowly opened her mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of her in amazement: after Duncan dispersed the flame in his hand, the flame reflected in the glass window showed no sign of disappearing - the reflected flame was still burning quietly.
It seems to have its own independent existence, burning in the mirror!
"What...what's going on?!" Shirley raised her finger and pointed at the flames in the glass window, stammering at Duncan, "Why are the flames still there..."
"A mirrored frost," Duncan slowly turned his head, with a smile in his tone, "is gradually merging with the frost in the real world - a great idea, I personally think it is full of creativity.
"
"Mirror image..." Shirley didn't understand half of it, but still subconsciously repeated the word, "You mean, there is also a frost in the mirror? That 'gatekeeper' ran into the world of the mirror?"
"It's not accurate, but you can understand it this way," Duncan said calmly, and turned back to look at the reflection of the flame that was still burning calmly in the mirror, "There is a small crack here, but it's not enough."
"Not enough?" Shirley blinked.
"I need a more accurate positioning and a stronger connection." Duncan slowly stretched out his hand and touched the phantom of flames in the mirror with his fingertips. "To ignite the world on the other side of the mirror, this fire is not enough. But..."
He paused and retracted his finger.
The phantom of flames in the mirror suddenly shook, and then disappeared into the depths of darkness, leaving only a faint green trace that seemed to spread toward the distance.
"That's enough to help Agatha."
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How many fakes formed from "elements" have been destroyed? How many "incarnations" of the blond young man have been destroyed?
After more than four digits, Agatha was too lazy to count.
She only knew one thing that the heretic had not lied to her - she was indeed trapped in this strange world, and there was no hope of escaping from here in the short term.
The sky is dim and the clouds are chaotic. In this "frost city" where there is no sunlight, the boundaries between day and night have disappeared. It can only be judged by the subtle changes in light between the clouds and the gas lights on the streets that it should be nightfall now.
Agatha walked through a narrow alley, calming down her breath and repairing her physical and mental injuries as she hurried on.
Her black coat has been damaged in many places due to the continuous battles, and the soft combat armor lining is also heavily damaged. Bandages and skin wrapped underneath can even be seen on the shoulders, flanks, etc., and there are traces of blood.
Seep out from within.
To be fair, the enemy is not strong. Even the "incarnation" used by the blond heretic is not that strong in the eyes of Agatha, the gatekeeper. It only takes three or two minutes to solve it.
But they are endless.
This entire city-state is the "material" and "reserve force" for their regeneration, and ordinary fighting methods are completely meaningless here.
As Agatha walked through the alley, she was thinking quickly in her mind.
At the same time, she also recalled the strange and terrifying feeling she had just a few minutes ago.
At that time, she was taking a short rest in a dark alley, and that terrifying aura suddenly appeared in her perception. The pressure... even made her feel that her heart stopped beating within a few seconds.
At that time, she didn't have time to think about it, so she hurriedly left the hiding place, but when she thought about it again... the terrifying aura didn't seem to be something from this weird fake city-state.