Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"Hermann... Hermann... wake up...

"Your name is Hermann Spielberg, right? I... I didn't call you wrong..."

Fors touched the person on the ground carefully, hesitated for a long time, and finally shouted loudly.

"German Spielberg! Don't die!!"

Gehrman suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Fors, interrupting her howling.

"Gehrman Sparrow."

"Hug, sorry..."

Fors was a little confused by this sudden awakening, and then the embarrassment of calling the wrong name came to her mind a little later.

"Are you OK……"

Gehrman did not speak. He just stood up silently, picked up his own box, handed Fors's box to her, motioned for her to follow, and turned to walk forward.

Then, Hermann tripped over his left foot and fell smoothly towards the suitcase, landing directly on Fors.

This time he was the one who was embarrassed.

"Feel sorry."

In fact, Klein still hadn't fully recovered from the negative effects of the illusion.

His sense of direction was still misplaced, as if he was a hapless jellyfish whose tentacles, used to perceive the world, had been tied up into a knot, and he was stumbling and rolling around in the ocean. His limbs were obviously extremely flexible, but now they seemed a little too flexible. The consciousness that had just been salvaged from the illusion had not yet reached a consensus with the scattered body, and every instruction was accurately sent to the wrong destination.

His breathing and blinking seemed so unfamiliar. Klein tried to keep his expression tense and maintain his image as a crazy adventurer. After struggling with his body for a moment, Klein quickly stood firm again.

This serious negative effect recovered quickly. Klein could clearly feel the alienation and estrangement receding like the tide, and the colorful real world was cheering to embrace him.

"Do you...need help?"

Klein stood there in silence for a while. After a few breaths, he tried to take a few steps forward and began to walk slowly.

Fors stood there with her suitcase. She suddenly realized that now seemed to be a good time for her to run away. But she was sad to find that she had no idea where she was. The communication terminal she was carrying had no signal, so she couldn't go back by herself. Watching Gehrman walk away little by little, an inexplicable chill and fear filled her heart. Finally, Fors mustered up the courage to run up and hold Klein's hand before he fell again.

"……Thanks."

It seemed that for Fors, going with this suddenly appearing adventurer was the only option now.

Fors couldn't tell where this place was. She just woke up a little earlier than Klein, and she only remembered that she and the adventurer suddenly fell into a passage, and when she woke up, she was in this dark underground space. The only good news was that her tinnitus and auditory hallucinations were gone.

The two of them supported each other and walked towards the unknown front of the tunnel.

As his perception gradually returned to normal, Klein pulled out a telescopic cane from his briefcase and performed a simple cane divination to find his way. He then moved forward while observing his surroundings.

No one knew how far this tunnel was from the ground in Backlund, nor when it was built. The tunnel was quite spacious, with large and small pipes and equipment lined up on the walls, covering the walls and the dome like vines, so the road did not seem high.

This should be an equipment tunnel, but there is no sense of movement or warmth caused by the operation of the equipment. There is only endless silence and coldness. It has obviously been abandoned for a long time, and some of the tunnels still have steam pipes, which are rare in new buildings today.

In contrast to the old pipes are the electric lights hanging on the metal equipment.

These lights are far apart, simple in style, made of old materials, and can only emit a faint light. Some wires are passed through abandoned pipes.

Obviously, these lights and circuits were added later, and are still connected to power, which means that some people are still using this tube well.

Then there must be a gathering place for people nearby.

"Here is there?"

Fors asked in a low voice.

"Backlund Underground City," Klein replied, "but I don't know exactly where it is."

This should be a relatively shallow or medium depth. After waking up, Klein was still able to command his secret doll on the ground, which meant that their vertical distance from the ground was at least not beyond the control distance of the secret doll.

"Underground...underground city?" Fors exclaimed in a low voice, "So those urban legends about the underground city are true?"

Klein thought that Fors's reaction was very similar to the expressions of people in the old days when they talked about the dark web. On the one hand, they lamented the horror of the dark web and were surprised that there was such a chaotic place outside of their lives; on the other hand, they questioned the authenticity of the dark web and were unsure whether there really was such a place beyond their conventional knowledge.

But one thing is certain, for various reasons, most of these netizens will not actually go to the dark web to find out what is going on.

Now, "dark web" has been replaced with "dungeon", and it has also been established in Backlund.

Especially with Fors's reaction now, maybe if I had gone to the dark web to hunt for something new, I would probably be on par with Fors.

"Half truths and half lies."

"Then why did you take me away?" Fors asked with courage, "What happened today?"

How should I answer you? I can't tell you that I actually didn't know someone wanted to kill you today and I just wanted to tease you in my dream, right?

"Yes, someone wants to kill you."

Klein chose the most German answer.

"You are being targeted. They want to capture you and use you as a tool. The real target is the satellite cluster of the Abraham Group."

"Me? Why me?" Fors's face turned pale.

"Do you often have auditory hallucinations and occasionally visual hallucinations?"

"How did you..."

"What you heard were not hallucinations, but the internal communication channels of the Abraham satellite system."

"……What!?"

This absurd reason made Fors doubt his life a little, as if he had lived for so many years only to find out that he was just a radio in human skin.

"You make me sound like a satellite radio!"

"It doesn't matter, but I hope you can go faster. Thank you for your cooperation."

Klein grabbed Fors's hand and pulled it forward, but it did not move as he expected. He felt a slight change in the touch on his palm, and Klein subconsciously turned around to look.

The person he was holding hands with was actually Melissa.

"Klein, we need to move faster."

The illusion Melissa spoke fluent Roselle. She took Klein's hand and walked in quickly. She stared at Klein with her pure black eyes and gave him a worried admonition.

"You've started to have large-scale hallucinations, and even fell into the illusion of the past like us... You saw those 'non-existent' histories and things... This is a bad situation that was bound to happen, Klein, but it came too early.

"The changes in Sefirah Castle, the awakening of the gods, the writing of history... You need a force strong enough to cover up the impact of all this on the spirit world, fate, the underworld, and other mystical concepts, and prevent those powerful beings from destroying your plans.

"Compared to your friends, you need a stronger and higher-level power to hide you and your Sefirah Castle. However, this power far exceeds your current resistance. While you are blessed by it, you will also be slowly contaminated and eroded by it...

"Is this... a blessing that I can't resist but can't refuse?"

Klein muttered as he looked at Melissa.

"We have to hurry. Your condition is worse than we thought."

Melissa squeezed his hand.

"This is not a good thing, Klein. You will be captured by a larger and more broken illusion, you will hear that requiem over and over again, and you will get closer and closer to us...

"Klein, you are sliding into nothingness."