Ashes Of Deep Sea Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Chapter 433: Incineration Chapter 432: Chapter 433: Incineration In that instant, Frost truly became a city floating upon a mirror-like sea.

The sea was this mirror.

Reflected in the mirror was not only that twisted and terrifying mirrored city–but also a pair of eyes burning with fire, and a being even larger than the City-State, as vast as the entire Chill Sea itself.

The dominion over fire transitioned in the blink of an eye, every flame burning inside and outside the mirror became a medium that extended and amplified power.

“Officer! Officer! Fire… Fire!”

The terrified cries of a junior military official woke Lister from his daze, who then jerked awake and looked out the window–he saw the entire coastline ablaze, even the surface of the sea had caught fire, towering flames surged, and a streak of eerie green emerged like flowing water from the fire, quickly coloring his entire field of vision.

The Spectral Flames rising from all around seemed to carry a soul-shaking power, causing Lister to subconsciously step back, but the next second, he saw even the gas lamps embedded in the nearby walls slowly taking on a layer of sinister green.

A deep rumble came from afar, as if shaking the entire city, accompanied by the screeching and tearing noises of some gigantic object being ripped apart, everyone in the command headquarters heard these thunderous roars.

Someone looked in the direction of the City-State and saw the previously almost completely enveloping twisted buildings cracking open, larger flames gushed out from the cracks, and amidst those grand Spectral Flames, countless dark substances were gradually incinerated.

Near the port defense zone, an exhausted troop of City-State Guards hid behind a crumbling barrier, helplessly watching the distorted buildings collapse in the distance, hundreds of deformed wriggling creatures fleeing from the cracks, chased by flames behind them, turning them into black ash.

At the foot of the mountain in the center of the City-State, a defense force was engaged in a fierce battle with the invading monsters, yet suddenly, a phantom-like army emerged from the chaotic lights and shadows, dressed in Queen's Guard uniforms from half a century ago, they took to the streets, shouting the name of the Frost Queen, and fought to the death with those malformed creatures pouring into reality.

At the final defensive line before the Silent Sanctum, high-ranking acolytes organized the clergy to confront the monsters flooding the square, flames from the steam walkers intertwined with the pale fierce flames released by the silent monks, forming a net, laboriously holding back the invasion of the monsters and the sludge.

“Hold them back!” the high-ranking acolyte cried hoarsely, as pale, delicate ashes began to fall from above the Silent Sanctum on the periphery of his vision, like the fluttering first snow, “Block the church doors! Block…”

A sudden thunderous explosion and a tremor, as if shaking mountains, came unexpectedly, nearly causing the high-ranking acolyte to fall to the ground amidst this earth-shattering noise, a thicket formed from mire, carrying malice, thrust at him from a breach in the defense line.

However, just as the high-ranking acolyte was about to be impaled by the thicket, a ghostly green flame suddenly emerged in the air, turning the malicious attack into ash.

The high-ranking acolyte looked up in astonishment and saw a figure materializing before him.

She was dressed in torn black robes, much like a monk's habit, her body was riddled with large and small fissures, flames surged and flowed within her like an eternally scorching blood.

“Agatha… Gatekeeper?”

The high-ranking acolyte looked at the figure before him in astonishment, feeling both familiar and alien, he called out her name, yet saw one unfamiliar figure after another appear beside the gatekeeper, each enveloped in a ghostly green Spectral Flame.

“I's back,” Agatha turned her head, her hollow eye sockets dancing with two points of firelight, her voice mixed with crackling and popping, “Take the rest and fall back, or find a safe place to hold.”

“Hold?” The high-ranking acolyte repeated in confusion, not fully grasping the meaning of her words, “And… why have you become like this…”

Agatha, however, didn't pay him any heed, she had already turned in another direction, gazing out at the sea beyond the City-State.

The smoke rose above the sea, the clouds hung low and heavy, the ocean black as a mirror, and an indescribable colossal presence… was rising from within the mirror.

Two enormous glowing green orbs, almost reminiscent of the sun, rose slowly amidst the thick smoke and clouds, the unimaginable contours shaped within the smoke and clouds as if the sea and atmosphere themselves were swelling and converging, this scene…even made Agatha, who had already ceased breathing, once again feel suffocation.

It was a suffocation at the level of the soul.

“Oh, God of death…” the high-ranking acolyte struggled to bear this immense pressure, his wobbling body once again collapsing, “What is that… what is that?!”

But Agatha merely turned her head slightly, her tone filled with resignation, “I warned you to find a safe place to hold.”

The high-ranking acolyte could no longer hear what the gatekeeper was saying to him–as the contours in the clouds rapidly coalesced, he finally realized what it was.

It was a figure rising from the endless sea, a being using the entire Chill Sea as a medium, projecting into the real world.

Those two sun-like green flames burning brilliantly in the clouds were actually Its eyes, and the rolling clouds were its breath, the slowly rising shadow within the smoke… was Its arm.

Now, that hand was extending towards Frost.

“Oh, Lord!!!”

People in the square started to cry out in astonishment.

Yet the speed of that approaching hand seemed slow, it was faster than anyone's cries or prayers–it had already crossed over the sea surface, past the Mist Fleet, the Frost Navy, and the mock fleet's battleground, over the City-State's coast, and just like reaching into smoke, it reached deep into Frost.

The next second, the arm began to rise slowly, as if lifting billions of tons of weight, inching upwards.

As the arm rose, so did a mirrored city that was gradually separating itself from the reality of Frost–
All the twisted buildings, those swelling curves of the earth, the thorns covering the mountains, all the profane things that aped the real world yet overwrote reality with horror, were being torn piece by piece from the Frost City-State by that giant hand.

The mirrored Frost rose up into the real world–now, it floated higher than its creators had planned and continued to climb.

Agatha started to laugh with a joy that was unprecedented.

The mirrored Frost had detached from the City-State and was still ascending, a scene reminiscent of an evil spirit being expelled from a body possessed by demons, and that “evil spirit” was eventually lifted by a giant arm near the clouds.

Deep within the dense clouds, two green flames burned fiercely like suns, swaying gently, the vaguely visible, majestic and awe-inspiring face seemed to be looking down from above.

Many faint voices came from the palm of the hand.

Some of these faint voices were real sounds, but many more were like vibrations echoing at the level of thought, howls echoing among a pile of twisted debris, as well as stubborn and paranoid delusions and notions that lurked in the city of mirrors.

Duncan, looking through the clouds at his own palm, saw the mirrored city twising and deforming like a swollen lump of flesh, streets that poorly imitated the real world rapidly devolving back into the primordial state of filth and muck, and among those swollen, deformed streets, mountains, and towers, thorns were unpredictably shrinking and swelling, minute sparks scarcely discernible flickered at the heart of this mass of matter, the obsession of hundreds and thousands of crazed Believers buzzed there, emitting mosquito-like sounds.

Mixed within were fear, anger, resentment, and utter malice.

Were those fanatics still trying to propagate their apocalyptic theories, or seeking a reasonable explanation for the disaster they had created?

Duncan listened for a while, then lowered his gaze.

“You have no clue about a 'grand sacrifice.'”
His eyes focused on the mass of the mirrored city and so the entire city began to burn under his gaze, in the palm of his hand.

Countless ashes and debris rained down from the sky with green spectral flames, like a torrential downpour from the clouds.

The hand large as a City-State slowly clenched into a fist, the mirrored Frost that burned to ash in its palm turned into dust with a terrifying crushing sound, numerous leftover materials were scattered towards the Chill Sea, plummeting into the ocean, towards the shore, falling in every place Tyrion's gaze reached.

But almost all the falling debris avoided the main island of Frost and the Mist Fleet and the Frost Navy that were still active on the sea.

Tyrion looked around.

All the counterfeit ships were rapidly disintegrating.

It was finally over.

He let out a light sigh of relief.

The first mate, Aiden, stood beside him, this bald muscleman looked up at the sky, but could only see a small part of the silhouette of that enormous figure.

Aiden's body was still trembling slightly.

“Any thoughts?” Tyrion turned his head, looking at his first mate with a smirk.

Aiden fumbled to take out his pipe from his chest, but his shaking hands couldn't light it for a long time, after a good while he finally put down his pipe, his voice trembled slightly, “Old Captain… wouldn't mind that we've fought against him in the past, right?”

But Tyrion just smiled and pulled out a cigarette from his chest.

“Father wouldn't mind such trivialities.”

Yet this great Chill Sea pirate shivered for a long time and also couldn't manage to light it.

(I've been working hard for a long time to prepare these five continuous updates, releasing this plot all at once to give everyone a peace of mind for the May Day holiday.

There will be continuous updates during May Day.)

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