Fanatics end with madness - the heretics of Annihilation who follow the Holy Lord of the Deep embrace their death in the most chilling way.
When the ceremony was completely destroyed, the remaining Annihilation cultists chose to sacrifice collectively to forcibly complete the inversion of the Mirror City.
Even with Lawrence's extensive experience at sea for half his life, he had never seen such a terrifying and crazy scene——
Hundreds of Annihilation Cultists threw themselves at the pool of surging mud in ecstasy. They melted and disintegrated in the mud, but they were also ecstatic. The deep demons who coexisted with them broke their chains one after another while roaring, and "
The area around the "pool" exploded violently, and the foul smoke and aura of corruption even deterred 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, in the blink of an eye.
It covered the entire hall.
"I have realized it!"
A wild roar came from the tree crown, and the roar seemed to be superimposed with thousands of voices.
"We've figured it out!"
Countless cultists who threw themselves into the mud were also shouting, and their voices shook the second waterway.
"I will execute!" "We will execute!"
“Fulfill the Creator’s blueprint!” “Fulfill the Creator’s blueprint!”
boom!
The raging flames rose and spread in the hall, swallowing up the thorn crown almost instantly. Lawrence only had time to look up, and saw that the crown had quickly disintegrated in the ghostly flames, collapsed, and turned into gray-black dust falling 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 mud quickly slowed down and gradually turned into exhausted scorched earth.
The last batch of believers who threw themselves into the mud pool were directly turned into ashes in the flames.
However, the vibrations of the second waterway have not stopped, and the whistling sounds echoing in the sewers are still lingering. The frantic shouts of those crazy believers when they sacrificed are like ghosts, echoing in this underground space, making people shudder.
Lawrence looked up and looked around in shock and confusion. He was still a little confused about the situation, and subconsciously said: "Did you catch up? The ceremony is not completed yet..."
"It seems that all the cultists are dead... that 'tree' was also burned..." Anomaly 077 said nervously, looking at the place uneasily, "But why do I feel..."
"not yet."
A voice mixed with the sound of fire crackling suddenly sounded not far away, interrupting the communication between Lawrence and the "Sailor".
Lawrence immediately looked up and looked over there.
Agatha is also turning her attention to this group of "strangers" who have come to help.
She was still standing there, maintaining the posture of being burned by the flames. Compared with when she first entered this mirror city, her whole person had completely changed into a completely different appearance——
Her black clothes turned into tattered robes, draped around her body like ascetic rags. Her body was like a broken doll, with shocking scars and even cracks everywhere. Her blood had long been drained, and those
At this moment, only green fire could be seen flowing like water in the wound, and her eyes had been burned by the flames of the fire usurper, leaving only empty holes.
However, in those empty eye sockets, there were two brightest flames beating - her eyes, which had lost their flesh and blood, gained another perspective that was 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 flowing. She could see that there was some extremely large structure that ran through the entire city and was still lifting it.
As the city continues to "float" and move closer to the real world.
Agatha took a step forward - the spiritual flames spread under her feet, burning and making the floor creak. She stretched out her hand and grasped a thorn spreading from the mud pool, exerting a slight force.
The "thorns" had been dried by the spirit flames and crushed into pieces easily by her. However, among the scattered pieces, there were bits and pieces of light still flowing.
"The mirror image is still floating..." She seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be reporting to someone, "All the heretics here have been wiped out, but what they left behind is still functioning... This mirror city is a living
Yeah, it's going to 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..."
Just in the middle of saying this, he was interrupted by a violent shaking and a roar from above. 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 showed a transparent texture. In the suddenly transparent layer, he could clearly see the layers above his head.
structure!
Drainage channels, power pipelines, steam transportation systems, subways, and the mountains, streets, buildings, churches above...the entire Frost City-state!
He saw the frost, and through the thick strata, he saw the frost in the real world. He saw that the city was shrouded in thick fog, and countless monsters were still attacking everything in the city in the fog.
The city-state guards and guardian troops are desperately fighting against monsters, darkness is spreading in the city, and fear is brewing in every corner...
Blood, gunpowder smoke, death. "Oh... I think we are in big trouble..." Anomaly 077 raised his head like the others, and after a while he muttered, "Maybe it's those people above us who are in big trouble...
"
Lawrence woke up with horror, and he realized what was about to happen - although the cultists had been wiped out, their last-minute sacrificial ceremony was successful. The mirror city had acquired the characteristics of an independent existence, and was still following a certain
The "blueprint" design is floating around, and if this continues, the frost in the real world will never survive!
"Can't stop?!" His eyes widened, he turned to Agatha and asked loudly, "We are about to overlap with the real world!"
Agatha just turned her head in silence, and her gaze filled with fire fell on Lawrence.
She didn't speak, but a calm and majestic voice sounded directly in Lawrence's mind: "Don't worry, this is just a part of solving the problem."
Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then he realized where the voice in his head came from. All the muscles in his body tensed up visibly: "Ship...Captain!"
"Relax, and—stand still later."
Lawrence opened his eyes blankly.
At the same time, the real world side.
The roar of the artillery still echoed across the vast and endless sea, and Frost's remaining city-state navies and sea fog fleets were still desperately resisting the "ghosts" that kept emerging from the thick fog.
As time goes by, the number of ghost ships emerging from the fog, instead of decreasing, is increasing.
"I saw an unknown ship approaching from the port side! It's a fast gunboat... The close-in defense gun is 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 quarter deck! Damage control, damage control!"
The roar conveying orders, the roar of the main gun firing, the sound of explosions, and the loud sound of water jets hitting the hull, all the sounds were mixed together, brewing a doomsday atmosphere.
Tirian stood on the bridge of the Seamist, holding the guardrail in front of him with both hands, staring at the sea in the distance, his face gloomy as if a storm was brewing.
The battle has been going on for a long time, but there is still no hope of victory in sight. Ghostly enemy ships are still emerging from the thick fog around the city-state, and the blockade of the entire sea area has not been lifted.
The undead sailors don't feel tired, but the continuous high-intensity battles are still consuming the strength of the Sea Fog Fleet - the repair ability of the Sea Fog itself is approaching its limit, and now even the fire on the deck cannot be extinguished.
They could only rely on the damage control team to work hard. The Sea Crow had just withdrawn from the battle ten minutes ago and was currently dragging its remaining body to retreat in the direction of Frost Island.
This is the case even for the Sea Mist Fleet, let alone the Frost Navy, which is composed of humans.
Just from what was heard on the radio, one could tell that the situation of the Frost Navy was not good - their fatigue had reached the limit, and the battle damage and attrition of each battleship had reached a precarious level.
The irony is that everyone in the Sea Fog Fleet has been mocking and cursing that navy almost every day for the past half century. However, now, almost every member of the Sea Fog Fleet hopes that those humans can hold on for a little longer.
, I hope they can survive a few more.
A thunderous noise came from the distance, and a huge flash appeared in the thick fog. Then, the huge flash turned into a continuous fire and a series of explosions.
Tirian subconsciously looked in that direction and immediately ordered the communications troops to figure out what those explosions were about. After some confusion, First Officer 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 did not speak, but slowly closed his eyes.
The Lord Blucher - the Sea Mist has dealt with it several times in the past two years. The commander of that ship is a very traditional Frostman.
It's a good man and a good ship.
But farewell.
"Write it down, maybe there will be a chance to mourn in the future," Tirian opened his eyes and slowly shook his head, "We don't have it now..."
Just in the middle of speaking, the change in the scene outside the porthole suddenly interrupted his next words.
He looked out the window in surprise. The first mate and many people on the bridge looked out the window subconsciously.