Mysteries: Arcana Wars

He wanted to explore further to trace the source of this strange dream, but he found that his body in reality was slowly transforming into origami, so he immediately exited the dream and returned to reality.

If I stay in this dream for too long, will I also be trapped in this dream and become an origami puppet in reality...

Although he didn't know where the people who were "kicked out" of the dream had gone, at least his spiritual intuition told him that the crowd was safe for a short period of time. This conclusion made Leonard even more reckless. When the magazine was completely emptied, Leonard simply broke off two metal poles from the stair railing and crushed them to use as two machetes.

The plump and round metal rod was crushed into a crooked piece of iron by the strange force, making Leonard look not like an investigator rushing into a group of monsters, but rather like a rag picker after the apocalypse, who even stepped on the garbage because it took up space.

Leonard didn't expect that after being an angel for so many years, he would have the opportunity to experience such an exciting close combat with a large number of people outside of St. Julie's Church. This made Leonard feel a little emotional and helpless.

If Klein was around, he would definitely complain that his two flat sticks looked like two ugly machetes, Leonard thought, and he might even tell some old confusing jokes like "You're fucking chopping my melon, right?"

...Uh... hundreds of years ago, Klein said, what was the name of the person who liked to chop watermelons...

... Never mind, it's not important...

The nature of these passers-by as origami puppets makes Leonard, who is a blank slate, feel like he has energy but nowhere to use it. However, as the former leader of the Red Gloves, he has plenty of means.

"When it called my name, it did not intend to enumerate my faults or condemn my past. The sweet voice disarmed me, but armed me against myself!"*

Leonard recited the evil poem loudly, and the depressing and horrified atmosphere cleared everyone's heart. The people around him screamed and fled, then inserted the sharp weapons in their hands into their own heads!

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Balls of snow-white shredded paper fireworks exploded around Leonard, and two copycat machetes flew in the rain of confetti. Leonard rushed forward all the way, like a hunter who was brave enough to move forward in a snowstorm.

He quickly devised a beggar's version of a strategy that relied on simple and overwhelming violence, supplemented by suicide poems, requiem, and doom, and it worked out well.

The screaming monsters surged along the corridor like a tide, and turned into flying confetti under Leonard's knife. Until he suddenly had an idea, a hot fireball fell from above, instantly igniting all the floating debris around him, and the heavy snow instantly turned into dazzling and scorching fireworks.

"Praise the God of Ferris! You are...Ah!!"

The extraordinary person who was casting the spell in the corridor had not yet finished reading the name of the evil god when his feet suddenly slipped and he fell headfirst. In the soul that was forced to erase all emotions and desires, he was as calm as a sandbag and collided head-on with a simple machete. Under the influence of the huge force and gravity, his head and body were immediately separated.

Warm blood splashed onto Leonard's clothes. The remaining spirits of the enemies began to gather somewhere, and the contaminated Beyonder characteristics were about to emerge next to the deceased.

There are other living people here!

In other words, the abnormality of the hotel regarding the [Origami Stand] might just be an "instantaneous" extraordinary event, and these complete and sober cultists, like Geraldine, entered the hotel after the abnormality occurred, so they did not fall into a dream and turn into paper people. If they died here, they were really dead.

Of course, we cannot rule out that some cultists who had infiltrated the hotel in advance have been turned into paper figures.

The cultists stationed in the hotel seemed to have found their target and rushed towards Leonard. They were soaked in the evil red light and praised the evil god who blessed them. Their twisted and mutated eyes flashed with crazy light.

"Praise our God!" the enthusiasts raised their arms and shouted, "Praise the Sky God above the heavens!"

Oh, if I were to deal with living people like you, I would have a lot more tricks up my sleeve!

Some effective but harmless extraordinary abilities fell on Leonard. He stared at the crowd getting closer and closer, gripped the copycat machete, and suddenly burst out and rushed upwards.

The evil poem exploded in the crowd, dispersing the cultists' bright and passionate shouts, becoming the only thing in the corridor. Intense fear and suspicion rose in the hearts of the fanatics, breaking through the fragile threshold, driving them to fight each other, and then calming all the restlessness under the soft and irresistible comfort. They silently sent bullets into their teammates' bodies, or quietly watched their missed companions hit their own blades, and finally calmly and empty pointed the gun at their own heads and pulled the trigger.

These Beyonders, who were no more than Sequence 7, were completely unable to resist the chanting and doom of the Super Demigod level. The powerful soothing and tranquility suppressed all their resistance. The white paper slowly fell, stained red by blood. The deep and powerful poem echoed in the corridor, accompanying the quiet fight tonight.

After a brief internecine fight, the survivors fell down the stairs and immediately fell into a deep sleep. Leonard raised his knife and ended their lives in an endless nightmare.

Leonard suddenly felt that he was similar to the killer with a machete in Klein's old joke. There were no excessive words. He came and left in a hurry without any nostalgia or regret. The difference was that the killer used a machete and chopped a few watermelons, while he only had a flattened stick and chopped the cultists. He didn't have a handsome and flexible motorcycle, but he had an endless heavy snowfall.

In the blink of an eye, the bodies of the cultists covered the narrow corridor like a thick welcome carpet. It must be said that they really put a lot of thought into this operation. Leonard even found unactivated high explosives in the crowd.

Although it seems a bit exaggerated, it is normal for this to happen to those crazy people in the Motian Cult.

In this era, cultists are no longer restricted to traditional extraordinary abilities. Low-level extraordinary people often have limited abilities, but with the support of modern technology, they can often perform many super-standard sacrifices.

The spirits brought news about Geraldine, and they found the unconscious reporter. Perhaps because of the spiritual imprint left by Gloria, Geraldine only experienced a small degree of assimilation and dissolution, and some changes on her skin became paper-like. This reassured Leonard, and he ordered to continue to keep an eye on Geraldine until Gloria arrived.

The bishop will be here soon and I don't have much time left.

Due to the previous experience of Crane killing the cult assassin Daken, Leonard only performed the requiem instead of driving the undead. It would be better not to establish an extraordinary connection with these contaminated lunatics.

A moment later, the door on the rooftop was suddenly opened, and a large cloud of flying paper rushed out of the corridor. Leonard, covered in blood, holding two fake machetes, walked out quietly from the rain of paper.

"Ha, look who's here? Leonard Mitchell! Are you going to come over here and act like a detective at this time? Wow, then come on, come and arrest me!"

A blurry red shadow was roaring in the distance, making a mocking laugh.

"Why, you're not talking? Are you still thinking of saving me?"

"You think too much."

Leonard calmly raised a knife and pointed it forward.

"I just came here to solve the problem."

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*Selected from the works of Italian poet Sereni