Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Another...person?

Fors was startled, and then the three of them surrounded her at the same time.

The leading detective took the lead and fired at the place where Red disappeared, while the adventurer drew his gun and loaded it, pulling Fors and the Seven of Hearts back step by step, and fired at a ceiling that looked very weak.

At this time, the Seven of Hearts whistled in a chic manner.

"Hey, don't bother!"

As he spoke, he pulled out several packs of playing cards from his bag, each pack containing only the Seven of Hearts. He generously took out most of the Seven of Hearts from a full paper box, and put the remaining cards back after a brief display of arms.

Then he pulled Fors and the adventurer to hide behind the bunker, put his slender fingers into his mouth, and used his saliva to stick the cards together to make several pieces of thick cardboard. Finally, he performed a cool card-flying trick and flew all the cards out.

boom! boom! boom!

Special high-energy explosives were applied to the interlayer between the two sides of the cards, and with superb skills, each card could explode with considerable energy when it collided at high speed. At this time, the Seven of Hearts was bleeding heavily, stacking more than 30 cards at once, and the deadly equivalent emitted a dazzling flash on the ceiling.

"Equivalence is power! Art is explosion!"

Amid the cheers of the Seven of Hearts, the twisted ceiling and walls broke into pieces and collapsed, and the direction where the red figure flashed was blocked by the broken pieces of reinforced concrete. The thick and pungent gray dust enveloped everyone, and the red figure could no longer be seen.

Leonard did not choose to pursue the victory, but retreated to the others. Their goal was to protect themselves and get out, not to annihilate the enemy, so there was no need to show off their bravery.

"Let's get out of here first."

Thinking of the description of the Seven of Hearts and the red figure that just flashed by, it was likely that a red-robed exile had discovered them.

If the information from the Seven of Hearts was correct, then this group of red-robed exiles must be a group that likes to gather together to cause trouble. Since we can see one, it means that there may be exiles waiting to meet him in the direction he fled.

At least judging from the footprints just now, there is more than one stranger here.

I hope that the strange situation here can suppress everyone's extraordinary power equally, but I don't know if the exiles on the other side have picked up any extraordinary items like them. Klein thought to himself, and led the team out from behind the bunker, evacuating in another direction under the cover of the dust.

The twisted space created a distorted structure. The originally smooth wall now had a disgusting touch and mutated into various unconventional shapes. With limited vision, everyone walked along the wall for a long time and finally found a door.

Through the choking dust, the door vaguely looked like it was made of wood, but its shape was twisted like a balled-up rag, more like cloth than wood.

Klein opened the wooden door and quickly checked the situation before everyone filed in. Leonard, who was at the rear, immediately shut the explosion dust out of the door.

The turbid air around suddenly cleared.

Fors, who had covered her mouth and nose, stood up and took a deep breath of the stale air.

The smell of mildew and rust once again rushed into her nose, and Fors finally came back to her senses from the sudden stimulation. She looked behind her with lingering fear.

There was only one door.

There were no distorted walls, no air filled with explosion dust, no collapsed concrete or blocked piles of debris.

Some have only a door that is twisted like cloth, standing in a small open space.

Fors looked around. She had thought that there would be another office area behind the door, but she didn't expect it to be a furniture store area, and it looked like it had nothing to do with the space outside the door.

It was like they were teleported to another area of ​​the store.

The detective at the back walked around the door silently for a few times, then exchanged a glance with the adventurer. Finally, the adventurer nodded and turned to the Seven of Hearts and said.

"You, blow up this door."

Two playing cards came in response, and then the deformed wooden door shattered into pieces in a burst of fire.

This made Fors shudder with fear.

He just took out so many playing cards, they couldn't be all explosives!

With so much explosives on you, aren't you afraid of an accidental discharge?!

Thinking of this, Fors couldn't help but quietly take two steps back, as if the other party was a humanoid self-propelled explosive pack.

It seemed that the multiple explosions had shocked her greatly. Fors's head was buzzing just now. Even after returning to the quiet here, she felt that the tinnitus was getting worse.

It was difficult to tell whether this was a howl caused by external impact or a hallucination in the brain. Layers of chaotic sounds swirled around Fors' ears. Some of them were vague and meaningless snowflake sounds, some were mechanical and cold broadcasts, and some were intermittent and repetitive human voice replies...

Whenever this happened, Fors would hope to fish out the vague sound of poetry reciting from the pot of poisonous mushroom soup, and then concentrate on figuring out what it was reciting. Through this method of diverting attention, she could perform some insignificant treatment for the headache caused by auditory hallucinations.

It was like a straw raft floating on a raging sea. Although it was tattered, it at least allowed Fors to rest his exhausted spirit on it and get a little respite. At least it was better than nothing.

But now, Fors was sure that she had indeed heard the voice reading aloud just now, but now the voice had sunk into the violent sea and could no longer be salvaged. Instead, a harsh and sharp voice was getting louder and louder, as if it was going to cover all the channels in her mind by itself.

Tick, tick, tick...

A sound like an instrument indicator sounded regularly in Fors's mind, rampaging through her consciousness domineeringly, repeatedly crushing Fors's nerves.

She couldn't help but tilt her head in the other direction. The ticking sound that seemed like an instrument became slightly quieter. Fors took a deep breath, thinking of what the detective and the adventurer had just said, and turned her head to walk in the direction where the sound was getting louder.

As I stepped into the right direction, the ticking sound became louder and louder, more and more distorted, and more and more oppressive, as if there was a time bomb in my brain, the ticking sound was the countdown of my life, the pain pressing on my temple was some kind of resistance of my nervous system, and now I was heading towards death in this direction.

Finally, Fors, who had a splitting headache, staggered and grabbed the arm of the adventurer in front of him.

But unexpectedly, the adventurer took advantage of the situation and pulled himself to the ground.

"Bessie's condition isn't good. Looks like we have to split up." The adventurer said to the detective, then glanced at the Seven of Hearts, "I'll stay with Bessie, and you and Leonard will go ahead and explore the way ahead to search for possible extraordinary items."

The Seven of Hearts looked at Fors meaningfully, and left with the detective without saying anything more. Fors was helped to stand up, and then she walked on the road with her arm supported.

Only then did Fors realize that the adventurer was trying to get rid of the Seven of Hearts.

Tick.

Her temples were twitching. Fors, who was a little hesitant at first, was now completely attached to the adventurer. She no longer cared about being afraid or cautious. Physical and mental weakness would erase all of a person's fantasies and strip away the most fundamental and primitive desire for survival.

Tick.

Her consciousness was drifting, her body was shaking, and she began to lose the sound of her own footsteps.

Why am I here, why am I chasing that voice, where is my destination...

Was it that madman Hermann who was holding me up? Was it some concrete branch growing out of this ominous place? Or was it some drifting sea straw?

Tick.

The erratic footsteps slowly moved forward, the shaky vision gradually dimmed, and the painful sounds slowly grew louder.

Tick.

The rest of the noise faded away.

Tick.

Only this is left, covering the entire sky.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Hermann's steps suddenly stopped.

"Here we are."

Fors pried open her tired eyelids. First, a few dim fireflies flooded into her gray vision, and then Gehrman's lantern lit up her shaking world. The firelight jumped between the metals, outlining the complete posture of the creation.

This is a satellite embedded in the wall.