Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The name suddenly gave Nelson a chill.

Although it was a tall, dark, and oppressive building, its modernist simplicity made it seem too plain compared to other magnificent churches, and the steel building that rose from the ground in Backlund completely concealed its tiny figure.

Everyone has a good reception of the church. People praise it as "the pride of the times", "the hymn of civilization", "the dialogue between mankind and God after liberation", and a monument that is inevitable in the development of civilization. Technology brings about changes, and social productivity has made great strides. Humanity will inevitably break free from the mental constraints brought by theocracy through multiple baptisms of humanistic thought.

As a result, people no longer built churches from the perspective of "God", but communicated with God from the perspective of "people". The Church of the Night does not have a saint named Saint Julie, and this church itself is "Saint Julie".

It seemed that everything was taken for granted. As long as the Bright Moon Era continued to develop in this way, there would always be such a rebellious church. It just so happened that this St. Julie's Church appeared here. If there was no St. Julie, there would be St. John, St. Kate... There would always be one who would stand here and become a monument of the times.

So there was no need to marvel or sigh. In this era, people had too many things to pay attention to, and they had seen enough of these heavy concrete buildings. Three hundred years was enough to become a habit for Backlund, but it was far from enough to become Backlund's outstanding historical monument.

She was sleeping silently in everyone's "common sense", like a piece of iron at the bottom of a box, but now, this name pulled apart layers of cotton, involving many hidden nightmares, and pierced Nelson's mind as sharply as a needle.

Operation Fireworks to hunt angels, Operation Anniversary to suppress pagan riots, Operation Spring Leaves to purge demigods, and battles of all sizes in the Skyward War...

One terrifying battle after another jumped out from the limited intelligence and poured into Nelson's mind. Saint Julie was not an insignificant decoration, but some kind of hidden deadly weapon. Only then did he deeply feel how eerie and terrifying the weird, twisted, strange and oppressive geometric shape was.

The Church of Saint Julie was like the center of a vortex, attracting all the extraordinary turmoil in the city of Backlund. In the limited intelligence, the Church of Saint Julie had sneaked into the rebels' plan from the beginning; even if the name "Church of Saint Julie" had never been written into the plan, the restless and arrogant Beyonders would encounter the deadly Saint Julie in a series of changes and accidents, and then die here, and even their Beyonder characteristics would become the spoils of the Church of the Night.

Everything that happened that night was spinning in Nelson's mind, and he suddenly realized that from the moment the first shot was fired today, things were developing in an unexpected direction, as if there was some kind of ethereal string pulling himself and the entire incident towards St. Julie's Church.

Extraordinary beings, demigods, angels... when countless beings who claim to be superior to others attempt to challenge this great city, the ghost named Saint Julie finds them. When these beings are looking forward to victory, they are unaware that they have stepped into Saint Julie's net.

Rather than a resistance, this is more like... a hunt!

This sudden realization immediately shocked Nelson's sluggish mind. For the "Abyss" path, showing an incomplete mythical creature form was already very easy to cause loss of control, and the impression of the secret puppet had greatly consumed his brain power. This terrifying conjecture suddenly made Nelson violently shaken.

The burning demon horns began to twist, and something soft under the steel-hard leather wanted to break out. Filthy black liquid flowed out of Nelson's eyes, ears, nose and throat.

Was the magician's attack also part of the expulsion... No... He seemed to be trapped in some kind of madness and dizziness, and coupled with the [Error Induction] I brought, it is very likely that he was also chasing here accidentally...

Then who is it that weaves these webs and drives us away...

Do not……

Do not!

Once I set foot on that church square, I will definitely not end up well!

The evil building was within reach. With no way out, Nelson was ready to fight. The blood-red light around him flashed, and he called out his honorific name in a broken voice with difficulty.

"...the endless radiance above the heavens...the sharp edge of difference and unity...the banner of all things..."

The blood-red light suddenly shone brightly. Nelson, wrapped in the glow, seemed to have broken through some kind of restraint. He turned around and changed his route to run towards St. Julie's Church. He threw Olga in his arms to the ground and rushed towards Klein under the fierce attack and light.

Simply destroy the magician to interrupt the Puppet Transformation!

...Just...flash...one more strike...

Before Nelson finished this thought, he suddenly felt a pain in his heart and spurted out large mouthfuls of blood.

A bloody penetrating wound as big as a dinner plate appeared out of nowhere on Nelson's chest, and the deep red to black flesh was wriggling at the neat cut.

A powerful and great being established contact with Nelson from the distant beyond, and the moment the contact was reestablished, it immediately launched a vicious attack.

The stiff and twisted creature lost consciousness for a moment and fell into a pool of his own blood. As he tried to get up, he felt a pain in his arm, and a deep blood mark climbed up his shoulder. As the blood gushed out, Nelson's demonized left arm turned into fragments.

However, the gaze into the distance had not yet ended. Nelson felt that his internal organs were stirring, as if a huge force wanted to crush him into mud. Bones, muscles, internal organs, blood... were all broken in the invisible squeezing, hurting each other and then blending again, and the flexible keratin skin struggled to wrap a ball of juicy dough.

Intense pain and madness filled Nelson's stagnant spirit. He instinctively felt that this tight, thick skin was his last resort. He used his limited thoughts to input spirituality into the skin, trying to fight the invisible power in this way. But in the end, he could only watch himself gradually twist, deform, and collapse. Under the remaining tension of the skin, he completely lost his human form, like a plump balloon twisted into a flower by a street craftsman.

The madness and loss of control from the Beyonder characteristics took advantage of the situation and indescribable changes occurred in this mass of flesh and blood filled with desire and filth. Something was growing, something was festering, something was condensing and then being crushed by the invisible force... He was completely unable to tell what was happening under this skin of his.

The last bit of his rationality was taken over by the desire to survive and madness. Nelson's deformed eyeballs were teetering in his cortex that was on the verge of collapse, reflecting a ball of hot fireworks and a magician leaping out of the fireworks.

The dazzling sun stung the devil's eyes, and the deadly muzzle of the gun emerged in the light.

boom!

The leather balloon burst with a sound!

An illusory liquid filled with emotions and desires splashed everywhere, staining the sidewalk with a sickening black.

The death knell tolls, announcing the devil's departure tonight.