Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The magic circle on the ground was glowing faintly, and scarlet blood was flowing slowly, wriggling and merging into the deformed figure entangled above the magic circle.

Leonard didn't know what to call the creature in front of him. His white body, soaked in red light, had taken root in the roof structure like a big tree, blending into the entire building. The two heads on the top that made sounds looked exactly the same, like clones, and the distorted face was very similar to David, but also had a strong sense of déjà vu of Massimo.

Now it was clear at a glance that the eldest son of the Ishdar Group, Massimo Ishdar, who had been searched all over Backlund but could not be found, was actually captured by the Skyrim Cult and used as a sacrifice in a cult ritual. He even "died" on the ceiling of his own hotel without anyone noticing.

But it's sad and lamentable.

Perhaps more than a thousand years ago, Leonard would have composed a few tattered poems in his mind to express his feelings about the misfortune of this young master, but now, he just wanted to solve the problem, and he would worry about the choice of words and sentences after he was done.

"...there peace will come to me, it will trickle down from the morning veil to where the crickets stop singing..."*

Soft and tranquil poems flowed on the battlefield, and what came to his face was indeed a strong and irresistible "requiem", like a pair of soft and powerful hands, forcibly suppressing the deformed figure's split, confused, crazy and manic emotions, calling him into an eternal sweet dream.

The evil red glow almost completely obscured the rooftop of the building. Even if people inside and outside the building risked being contaminated and used their extraordinary abilities to cross the glow to explore, they could hardly sense what was happening on the other side. At this moment, the blazing torch trembled slightly because of David's momentary distraction.

In his heart, Leonard still called the distorted voice on the other side David, because he had no friendship with Massimo, and he really didn't have a good impression of him. Before David defected to Sivellas Field, at least the two of them were colleagues of the same level who were acquaintances.

Not surprisingly, this would be the last time they would see each other as former colleagues.

"...I am about to get up and go, because from morning till night and from night till morning, I can hear the water lapping gently against the shore..."*

Like a giant hunting wolf, Leonard rushed towards the mutated David. His rich and powerful spirituality instantly infused into two copycat machetes, and he chopped down at the deformed arm.

With an expected sense of obstruction, two white arms twisted like dead branches flew out from David's body, cleanly, simply and efficiently, as if what Leonard held in his hand was not a stair handrail that he had removed at the last minute, but the giant sickle that was a sacred relic that he had used more than three hundred years ago.

The broken limb bounced a few times before turning into a streak of red light and disappearing on the ground. At the same time, two more balls of red light emerged from David's broken limbs, like two balls of flesh dripping with blood, wriggling and growing towards some inhuman form, about to be woven into new limbs.

Leonard was not idle either. He tore off a thin keel from the rooftop enclosure, grabbed a few thin iron bars and crushed them, then twisted them together with the two copycat machetes on the long keel, and quickly put together a tattered scythe. He swung the knife forward and chopped at the opponent before he could recover.

The surging spirituality attached to the blade, and the pieced-together weapon scratched the bloody brilliance and penetrated the monster's flesh and bones. As blood splattered, a calm and gentle force flowed into David's spirit along the wound. The chanting poem whispered in his ears, and the utopia of eternal dreams was calling him. It seemed that as long as he closed his eyes, the crazy and bloody nightmare of many days would come to an end...

However, Massimo's obsessive desire roared in the monster's mind again. The young master who wanted to stand at the top of Backlund was unwilling to stop there. His twisted greed for money and power aroused the monster's strong desire to survive, along with David's obsession of not knowing what he was pursuing.

I/I must not stop here!

The sudden rise of blood-red light along with David's roar hit Leonard's spirit hard, and the strong impact bounced Leonard out with his weapon.

His spirituality instantly rose, and some dark wolf hairs crawled up Leonard's cheeks. He could only mobilize all his spirituality to resist these aggressive and malicious pollutions.

The shaky blade once again clung to the simple long handle under the spiritual pressure, and then swung smoothly in the air. Most of David's body and a large area of ​​disgusting red light around him immediately disappeared.

Servant of Secrets. Secrets!

Things were far from being that simple. The bumpy concrete floor suddenly began to wriggle, changing from cold black to soft white, and finally a few pustules protruded, transforming into a few big mouths.

The magic circle that opened the ceremony was drawn with Nelson's blood. At this time, some of Nelson's own [characteristics] flowed into the spirit of the fusion monster along with the blood. The madness was instigating David to recite the name that kept rolling in his mind.

"…Praise you! The Sky-High God above all the heavens! You are glory and salvation! You are the sharp edge of difference and unity, and the banner of all things!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire rooftop began to twist, turning into a sickly and ugly white color like the fusion monster, and then countless pustules gushed out and exploded, attacking Leonard one after another.

The [Secrecy] that he had just released with all his strength had already consumed most of Leonard's spiritual energy. He was no longer able to conceal more or larger things. The remaining energy was enough to maintain secrecy and peace to resist the fierce attack.

"…Whether I'm standing in the street or on the gray sidewalk, I can always hear it calling from deep within my soul…"*

The poems continued to echo on the battlefield, and the situation seemed to have suddenly turned into a tug-of-war.

But these verses describing silence bothered David.

"Ha, is this you, Leonard?" The shark-like mouth taunted, "Even at this moment, are you still in the mood to recite this kind of poetry?"

Leonard's only response was to cut off the next tentacle.

This almost ignoring action aroused endless irritation in the fusion monster's split and crazy mind, especially those beautiful poems that still stood firm on the battlefield. Massimo's arrogance and contempt believed that using these frivolous poems to fight was an insult and provocation to himself.

But David felt the pain and depression of these poems were so vicious, like eating a hot turkey dinner next to a beggar who had been hungry for three days, like inviting a white-collar worker who had just been fired to celebrate his salary increase and promotion, like asking his children to sing Happy Birthday in front of parents who lost their only son.

The beautiful life described was too dazzling, so dazzling that it hurt the fusion monster's fragile nerves, making its painful and twisted experience seem even more tragic.

As dazzling as Leonard Mitchell.

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*The poem is from Innisfree by Yeats