Mysteries: Arcana Wars

As the huge eight-legged demon wolf appeared on the rooftop, the previously hidden limbs and glow reappeared in the world.

But the sudden return of power failed to bring David a sense of security. The moment he saw the huge demon wolf, all the thoughts in David's confused mind were instantly wiped out, and his desires and emotions were completely eliminated.

There was only dead silence.

Then, a tremendous fear surged towards him.

The dark and deep fear seemed to solidify into substance, overwhelming the dazed David with overwhelming force.

It was poison, a flood, a sharp blade, cutting David's empty and numb spirit into pieces. He began to struggle, scream, and wave his limbs and spirit randomly on the rooftop to vent his fear, like a drowning man at the bottom of the abyss longing for a floating straw on the water.

But this intense fear was so pervasive that it meticulously destroyed every little hope David had and bit by bit broke the last straw above the water.

Leonard, who had fallen into madness, did not choose a covert tactic. Instead, he infused all his strength with fear and reassurance, attempting to completely solve the problem at hand in a powerful and brutal way.

An endless stream of power came from the distant past of history, and an inescapable madness also came from the lies of history. The blood-red light surged towards Leonard like a mighty army, but was annihilated silently by the ancient fear. The light in the distance continued to charge towards Leonard, and once again dissipated in fear and tranquility.

David's broken spirit was dying, like a broken balloon filled with water. With a shrill scream, the huge fear finally exceeded David's endurance limit and destroyed David's spirit in one fell swoop!

"what--!!"

Amidst the piercing screams, blood began to gush out from the limbs on the ground, then solidified into red crystals, and finally shattered into red powder and dissipated into the air. The blood-colored glow stopped attacking Leonard, twitched above the entire building, and then slowly shrank.

It seemed that this bloody night was about to come to an end, but Leonard, who had fallen into madness, felt that it was still not enough.

Not decisive enough, not dark enough, not terrifying enough, not enough to pay for his sins, not enough to warn those scum who are ready to make a move!

The huge demon wolf opened its mouth and looked up at the red light descending from the sky. A long howl was about to resound throughout Backlund.

But before he uttered a sound, a tomato fell into his big mouth.

"!"

"That's enough, Leonard!" A secret puppet landed on his forehead, grabbed the wolf's ear and shouted, "Wake up!"

The tomatoes contained Emlyn's special restorative ingredients, and waves of warm spirituality enveloped Leonard. The giant demon wolf closed his eyes, lost consciousness due to exhaustion, and turned back into the detective between breaths, and then fell into the arms of the secret doll.

The secret doll gently placed Leonard on the ground, then turned to look in David's direction.

At this time, the fusion monster was lying on the ground in a daze, feeling his soul and body falling apart bit by bit, but there was not a single fluctuation in his empty heart. There was no endless fear from a moment ago, nor the madness and anger that had tormented him in recent days.

Empty, clean, nothing there.

Perhaps, this is the eternal tranquility in the Goddess's teachings.

He knew that he was about to reach the end of his life and that he would not be able to go to the dark heaven after death. His tattered and chaotic soul might be completely wiped out tonight.

David was about to close his eyes, but in the blood-red light, he saw a completely different red.

That red color is so familiar and so intimate, just like a woman’s favorite red dress in her life.

The dazzling blood-red light in the sky was collapsing, the cold concrete on the ground was cracking, and the woman in the red dress slowly descended in this small area of ​​collapse and earth-shattering.

She was not good-looking, with red and purple scars all over her pale skin, but her kind eyes were full of affection.

"Oujia..."

David called out to the woman in front of him in a daze.

As the name slipped out of his throat, the memory that had been covered up by malice finally broke out and regained freedom.

He finally remembered why he had taken so many risks in the past month, why he had given up everything he had, why he had given up being a bright detective and chosen to be a bumpy madman.

For his beloved wife... For his Olga Aksas...

David slowly reached out his hand and gently stroked Olga's cheek.

"...No...You are not Olga..."

He gently put his hand down.

"But thank you for coming to save me..."

"This is 'Oga's' wish."

The woman answered vaguely with a kind smile.

Lying in Olga's arms, the good old days played like a slide show in David's mind.

Olga praying in St. Julie's Church, Olga feeding pigeons in the square, and Olga wearing her favorite red dress.

"…They…They deceived me…"

It seemed as if he heard the sound of a match falling to the ground, and then a strong, evil black flame ignited in the distance of the rooftop, quickly devouring the blood-red light around it. David finally closed his eyes.

"...They pretended to be the most important person to me and used my love and obsession to achieve their evil goals..."

"...What on earth are they trying to do? I don't know! They are worshipping an unknown evil god. Are they seeking the resurrection of the evil god, or the descent of the evil god from heaven into the human world? No, I don't know..."

"...They even tampered with my memory! Just to use me to better achieve their goals..."

"…Her illness, my sin…It seems that every move I make is under their arrangement, and all my coincidences are within their expectations. Now, I even doubt whether those ugly things are the result of my true personal will or their evil plans…"

"…It's as if I have been a puppet from the beginning to the end…"

"...Strangers, you have to be careful! Be careful that your loved ones become tools for them to control you! Be careful that your long-standing obsession is used by them! You have to be careful! They are..."

Klein's grip on David's hand suddenly tightened.

David suddenly opened his eyes and shouted to Klein desperately.

"You better be careful! He's Nelson Korodko!"

With his final cry, David shattered into red powder in Klein's arms.

Finally, the consciousness that controlled the glow disappeared, and the black flames suddenly became stronger, launching a final attack on the blood-red glow of the burning building.

If you look closely, you can find that these "flames" are not real flames, but are composed of some illusory, unreal black particles wriggling. They exist in this world by devouring things in exchange for energy, and because the energy disappears quickly, they cannot resist the paradox of truth and falsehood, and quickly turn into nothingness and disappear in the air. From a distance, they look like a ball of burning black flames.

A match was lit, a target was designated, and the black fire burned only those filthy bloody glows on the tall building tonight. The red torch turned into a black torch in a moment, but when the black smoke burned out, violent explosions were heard in the building!

Every time a void match is lit, silently recite a "target" in your heart, and the summoned void smoke will chase this "target" without igniting other existences until the target is completely devoured or the smoke is completely cut off.

Amid screams, balls of paper firecrackers suddenly exploded from all over the building, like a scarred rag doll, with rotten cotton wool floating outward with a popping sound.

The graceful lady, the meticulous old businessman, the hardworking head chef, the cautious waiter, the servile clerk, the beneficiaries waiting for leftovers... no matter whether poor or rich, no matter whether humble or noble, everything is in this dream, together with this magnificent and luxurious hotel, it turns into white, meaningless cheap paper scraps, floating in the air with the empty black smoke.

Backlund had its first snow since autumn this year.