Deep Sea Embers.

Chapter 432 Burning Ashes
The fog is clearing.

For the first time since the start of the war, the dense fog entrenched in the Frost Sea has a tendency to dissipate. Around the Sea Fog, in the direction of Frost, from the sea surface to the high altitude, all the dense fog is moving at a speed visible to the naked eye. Fading, the darkness that enveloped everything receded, and the entire sea area gradually became clearer.

And on the surface of the sea where the thick fog has dissipated, you can see burning ships everywhere, fake fleets with hideous and weird shapes, as well as countless wreckage fragments and burning grease that fluctuate with the waves.

Thick smoke billowed over the sea where the fog had receded.

The first mate, Aiden, ran to the window first, staring at the sea where the thick fog was fading away, and after a long time, he shouted: "The fog is fading! Captain! The fog is fading!"

"I can see." Tirian also walked quickly to the window, but the seriousness in his one eye did not fade away because of the mist. "It's gone...really?"

"Captain, isn't this a good thing?" Aiden immediately noticed something wrong in Tirian's tone, and turned his head suspiciously, "The fog has receded, which means that the abnormal power entrenched in Frost is also..."

"No... there is a problem," Tirian interrupted the first mate with a serious expression. He stared at the distant sea, his eyes became sharper, "The fog has cleared, but those ghost ships are still there, and the ghost ships on the sea appearance……"

"Sea surface?" Aiden frowned suspiciously, turned his head to look into the distance, and in the next second, he finally took a breath.

As the captain said, something is wrong-the fake fleet in all directions shows no sign of dissipating, and there are even new ghost ships floating up from the sea, and in the process, the entire sea is gradually darkening!

A large expanse of darkness is spreading in the sea water, something is expanding in the darkness, and countless shadowy things are approaching the surface of the water. This scene... It seems that some extremely huge thing or group is floating up from the deep sea!
"I have a..."

Aiden murmured subconsciously, but before his words fell, a series of huge roars suddenly broke the extremely short-lived calm after the thick fog dissipated.

The nearby sea is splitting, and countless huge ships are floating on the surface. Some of them look like wrecks, some are distorted like ghosts, and some of them look vaguely familiar—in the suddenly dark sea, it seems All the fake fleets are pouring out in one go!
"Attention! Enemy ships appear! Enemy ships... are everywhere!"

Some sailors roared in fear, and the near-defense guns on the edge of the deck roared at the same time. The roar of the gunfire rang through the sea almost at the same time. .

And in the chaos of this sudden change, Tirian was still staring at the sea, watching the enemies who floated up from the sea one after another.

He recognized some of them—and so did his soldiers.

"It's the 'Knight'! The Knight was sunk by us at the beginning!"

"The Black Bannerman! The Black Bannerman that sank 15 minutes ago! It reappeared!"

"Spirit! And Prince Jotun!"

"Captain!" The voice of the first mate Aiden reached Tirian's ears, with panic that he had never felt before, "All the fake fleets...the ones we wiped out...all appeared again!"

Tirian opened his mouth, and just about to say something, a voice suddenly appeared in his mind: "...This is normal, because the root of the mirror image is still there."

"Father?!" Tirian was startled, and subconsciously looked around for something that could create a mirror, "You now..."

"Take it easy, Tirian—the timing is just right."

Tirian quickly calmed down, and while gesturing to Aiden to command the battle, he quickly responded in his mind: "What do you need me to do?"

……

At the same time that the dense fog on the sea gradually subsided, the dense fog covering the Frost City-State was also subsiding—but just like the situation on the sea, the subsidence of the dense fog did not mean the end of the crisis.

The mirror image is still floating up, and another even more terrifying frost city-state is gradually superimposing into reality.

The city-state guards who are still fighting have built barricades to resist countless monsters that seemed to appear out of thin air. The roar of guns shook the city. The peace and security that once existed have long been completely torn apart. Gunpowder smoke filled every street, and the dirty mud And cooling blood is soaking the city, while more twisted visions continue to cover everything.

"Sir, they're everywhere!"

Before the intersection of Hearth Street, a city guard who had been trapped in the fog was relying on the firepower of the steam walker to shoot at the freaks that appeared on the street. Monsters and horrors dragged into a new vicious battle.

"Then fire everywhere!" roared the team commander, while shooting into the distance, he rushed to the foot of the steam walker and rushed to the side of the signal soldier, "Can you contact other teams?"

"Squads [-], [-], and [-] are still out of contact!" the signalman shouted. "Almost a quarter of the teams were lost in the previous thick fog, sir!"

"Keep calling until someone responds, or wait for reinforcements," the commander patted the helmet of the communications soldier, and turned his head to look into the distance, "The fog has cleared, hold on, the situation is changing—this may be the final attack! "

The machine gun turret of the steam walker roared continuously, tearing another steam walker in the distance to pieces, and at the same time that huge machine fell to the ground, a huge amount of dirty mud also spewed out from its mechanical cabin, like Terrible entrails spilled on the streets.

The soldiers mustered up their courage again—or just let the numbness continue to drive their extremely tired limbs. The commander said encouraging words that even he didn't believe, and looked up into the distance again.

He saw two silent cathedrals standing high on the top of the mountain. The terrain on the side of the city-state seemed to rise strangely like a curl. Huge, continuous and unfamiliar buildings were gradually rising from the city, and layers of buildings covered him. Over the familiar street, there are twisted and slanted towers spreading out from the distant buildings, like the hateful bone proliferating from the giant's body, extending and growing in the sky.

And countless amounts of mud are flowing out of the tall and raised buildings, rushing down as if to swallow the entire city.

"O Lord of Death..." Bishop Ivan overlooked the city-state that was gradually distorted and swallowed by a huge vision at the highest place of the Silent Cathedral, and finally couldn't help but whisper, "Is today the end of the day... "

He looked into the distance, but he could only see huge darkness rising from all directions. The original city hall on the opposite side of the mountain had been shrouded in strange thorns at some point. Among the thorns, there was another silent Great Cathedral. , while at the foot of the mountain, continuous stretches of buildings are piled up staggeringly and rising up, and the houses are like the limbs of molluscs, showing a chilling appearance.

And outside the city-state, the entire sea is gradually being shrouded in an ominous blackness. The darkness is like a huge mirror, but another frost is gradually reflected in the mirror—it’s like observing another world through a curved mirror. The world, that "Frost" looks distorted, chaotic, full of plausible mistakes everywhere, and full of dark and wriggling malice everywhere.

The huge mirror city is rising from the deep sea, eroding everything from reality and illusion simultaneously.

"The Archbishop!" A high-ranking deacon ran from the gate of the terrace and ran behind Bishop Ivan, "The last reserve force has been assembled, and the silent monks and guardians will protect the cathedral until the last moment!"

"Agatha still hasn't come back?"

"Your Excellency the Gatekeeper still cannot be contacted," the high-ranking deacon said quickly, "The exploration team who went down the well with her reported that the Gatekeeper has no news after entering a strange stone wall—now the mine has been swallowed by darkness, I'm afraid ..."

"The gatekeeper will not fall down easily, Agatha will complete her mission... she will definitely complete the mission." Bishop Ivan said calmly.

The senior deacon hesitated for a moment: "Archbishop, you should take refuge..."

"Refuge? Hide in a safe chapel prayer room? Or escape from the city by boat?" Bishop Ivan turned around and shook his head slowly, "I don't need to take refuge, I just stay here You go to command the guard troops at the foot of the mountain, transfer all the civilians who can be transferred to the mountain, and hold on for a while longer."

The senior deacon hesitated for a few seconds, and finally nodded vigorously: "Yes! Archbishop!"

The deacon withdrew, and the old bishop himself was once again alone on the terrace.

He raised his head and looked at the other cathedral, shrouded in thorns like a shadow of the silent cathedral.

The cathedral was lifeless, and there was no sign of any priests in it.

It is just a mirror image, but its appearance represents that the "reversal" of the mirror image frost has reached the final step.

"Agatha...you should continue to fulfill your mission somewhere..."

Bishop Ivan said softly, as if talking to himself, and as if he was whispering to a junior who had lost contact.

He slowly raised his hand, untied the luxurious robe that symbolized the authority of the archbishop, took off his own crown, and placed it on the railing next to him.

"Then you should remember that the saints of Bartok never stop before death..."

Under the costume and the crown, layers of bandages were exposed. Ivan reached out and fumbled, and then pulled a knot near his neck little by little.

"We fight against filth with our flesh and blood. After our lives are over, we defend our beliefs with our undying shells. And when our shells are over..."

The bandage was untied, as if the container that had been sealed and suppressed for decades had suddenly broken free. Under the bandage, it was not a fragmented body—there had been no body for a long time.

There was only pale smoke and dust below.

"We still have hot ashes."

The bandages were scattered, and the ashes flew out from the edge of the terrace, turning into fine white smoke, gradually covering the frosty sky.

(End of this chapter)