Mysteries: Arcana Wars

When he opened his eyes again, Klein's vision was filled with three big heads with different expressions. His faces seemed to be in pain and hot.

After regaining consciousness, Klein sat up suddenly. In his mind, it seemed that just by closing his eyes and opening them again, the scenery in front of him was different.

Leonard still had that business-like expressionless face, with no obvious changes. Fors, on the other hand, had a constipated expression, wanting to say something but not being able to, and then wanting to say something but not being able to, silently opening her mouth and then closing it with hesitation. Finally, Fors looked cautiously at the Seven of Hearts next to her.

The much-anticipated Seven of Hearts rubbed his hands together, his face filled with a strange sense of accomplishment, as if he had just done something great to save the world.

"I said, this set of secret manuals passed down from my ancestors is extremely effective, and is specifically used to test this kind of situation!"

"Test...what?"

"Of course, it is to check the abnormal conditions of teammates to facilitate subsequent planning and processing!"

Facing the crazy adventurer's cold face, the Seven of Hearts turned a blind eye and still proudly shared her battle experience with everyone.

"If a slap can wake someone up, it's 'sleeping'; if a slap can't wake someone up, it's 'coma'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a gun being loaded suddenly rang out. The Seven of Hearts jumped up from the spot and threw it away. Then Leonard immediately rushed over to hold down the adventurer's hand, and even winked at Fors who was standing beside him, asking her to come over and help pull the adventurer crazy and kill this temporary teammate.

"That's impossible, Mr. Sparrow. Never mind, never mind..."

The Seven of Hearts jumped a few steps in panic, then turned around and smiled brightly again.

"Oh! Look at my memory, I forgot your magazine was empty!"

At that moment, Fors suddenly felt a little empathy with the adventurer for the first time in her life.

"Let me go, I won't shoot him."

The two seemed to be skeptical about the crazy adventurer's promise and still held on until the adventurer stared at Fors in silence. Then Fors let go of his hands in fear. Seeing Fors's retreat, the detective stopped restraining the adventurer.

The adventurer who had regained his freedom did not look at the Seven of Hearts in the distance, but instead carefully adjusted his clothes in front of the detective and Fors. His movements were smooth and efficient, like a guest who was adjusting his appearance before entering the ballroom, so as not to disturb everyone's interest with his disheveled clothes, or like an employee who was making the final preparations before leaving the house, ready to go to work.

Seeing this, the detective and Fors turned around and continued to walk forward with the adventurer. But after the adventurer calmly walked forward a few steps, he suddenly turned around and threw the [Sleeping Baseball Bat] at the Seven of Hearts in the distance.

With a muffled sound, the Seven of Hearts immediately fell into a sweet sleep like a baby.

Before the detective and Fors could react, Klein threw out the [Slipping Banana Peel] with his backhand, hitting the Seven of Hearts accurately in the face.

"Here's yours, come up with the baseball bat."

The awakened Red Seven stared at the banana peel and the baseball bat on her body for a moment, then picked up her things and followed with a grin. The adventurer controlled the technique very well, and the baseball bat hit the Red Seven's abdomen without causing any substantial damage to the puppet master.

But it really hurts!

"What a lunatic..."

Before the three men and the dog had taken a few steps forward, Leonard suddenly noticed something, stopped again, and turned to walk towards the bodies of one of the exiles.

The man's eyes seemed to move.

Klein recognized this exile. This was the gun-wielding exile he had just shot dead next to the Thinker's Chair.

The battle was quite intense at the time, and Klein simply determined based on his experience that he was dead, and then went to support others. Unexpectedly, this man seemed to be still alive.

This is the disadvantage of stripping away extraordinary powers now. All judgments return to the most basic five senses of mortals. Without the assistance of spiritual intuition and divination, even with strong physical senses at the level of angels, it is still possible to be deceived by some ordinary appearances.

In fact, this exile was only barely surviving. His death was already destined and irreversible. Klein stretched out his hand to pry open his eyelids, and only then did he discover that both of the exile's eyes were artificial eyes, electronic products that were indistinguishable from the real thing. The nystagmus Leonard had just observed was just a twitch caused by a damaged electronic device.

The exile's injuries were so severe that he should have died long ago. But when Klein looked closely at him, he discovered that some smooth artificial components were faintly visible in his wounds. Although the exile looked completely original on the outside, most of his internal organs had been replaced with industrial products.

Like a robot covered in flesh and blood.

In contrast to his exposed artificial internal organs, his skin was rough and withered, and his limbs were thin and short. The flesh and blood wrapped around his artificial internal organs did not look like a living body, but more like a thin piece of discarded cloth, with a bunch of rough industrial parts randomly rolled up.

Compared to the group like that cyber madman and David who try to gain power through prostheses, the mainstream of Loen is the people who abandon their original bodies and replace them with artificial prostheses due to accidents or illnesses.

For ordinary people, this kind of medical-aid-grade artificial organ is just a "substitute" for flesh and blood. It may have some things that the original internal organs cannot do, such as accurately outputting monitoring data, strong replaceability, and not easily suddenly twitching due to staying up late, but it also has some troubles that flesh and blood organs never have to consider, such as mechanical failure, instrument failure, complications and rejection reactions, cyberpsychosis, external electromagnetic interference, etc. Overall, the two are evenly matched.

Klein found it hard to imagine what kind of pain and torture fate had given this exile to cause him to lose so many organs. Was it an accident or an illness?

Or maybe... poverty?

The twitching prosthetic eye embedded in the deep eye socket and thick dark circles made Klein feel somewhat familiar. It seemed that every exile had dark circles under his eyes to a greater or lesser extent.

However, the current industrial level of mankind has also raised the bottom line of the quality of medical prostheses. Even if they are subjected to certain external impacts, artificial prostheses can still operate stably. Although the artificial organs of this exile have suffered some fatal damage, they are still struggling tenaciously, providing the last power for this body. If it were replaced with original internal organs, this exile would have already died of coma due to the various consequences brought about by the damage to the organs.

The reason he is still alive is thanks to Klein's lack of experience in fighting cybernetic beings, as well as the fact that compared to Cyberman's extraordinary athletic ability and Knitted Hat's toughness, this exile seems even more ordinary, which prevents Klein from thinking of implanting cybernetic beings, and he therefore does not take the extreme step of bombarding the brain.

It seemed like a bit of a black joke. Compared to his companions, this cyborg even seemed a bit weak. On the contrary, the guy with the woolen hat dragged his broken body out of death again and again, and even made Klein think that he was the cyborg. It was not until Klein smashed his body according to Leonard's instructions and the fragments of his internal organs flowed out of the horrible wound that Klein realized that this person was just a mortal body.

The disordered electrical signals finally stimulated this broken body, and the hazy consciousness gave its final feedback to the blurred world.

"I saw you...we...saw...you..."

The exile's voice was fragmented, his facial muscles were stiff, and his damaged vocal cords emitted distorted sound waves.

"You killed us... You killed us...

“We all saw you…my brothers and sisters all saw you…

“You have nowhere to escape!

“Beep…beep…”

The sharp card pierced into the brain, and the curse of the dying man came to an abrupt end.

"What's going on? Aren't you guys going to finish off the enemy?"

The Seven of Hearts looked at the adventurer and the detective with a strange expression, then muttered to herself as she stepped forward and pulled out the card that was deeply embedded in her head. This was a card specially used as a knife, with a thin layer of steel inside.

"Just now I saw you guys were so good at killing, how come you don't know how to last hit now? If you don't last hit, then I will. I don't want this guy to suddenly jump up with some ultimate move again. If you want to die, don't take me with you."

Klein ignored the Seven of Hearts' complaints and began to think about what the Exile had just said.

“It seems that these exiles have a way to communicate with each other.” Klein concluded, “As long as they know us, I guess other exiles will know us too, but I’m not sure if they can share senses.”

“What does this mean…” Fors felt uneasy again, “Does this mean… that after this… we will be on the blacklist of these exiles!?”

"Yes. But everything that happens here may not be successfully conveyed to other exiles." Klein said.

Leonard nodded in agreement. Here, Klein couldn't contact the secret doll, and Pales couldn't contact the main body, so these exiles should also be unable to contact other exiles.

"The bad news is that we just killed some exiles in the Cotton Alley explosion." Klein added, "The news should have spread."

The sense of security that Fors had just built up collapsed in an instant.

"Then won't it mean that we will... start living on the run?"

Before Fors could get crazy, she suddenly felt a furry touch on her waist and legs.

The big white dog Sota rubbed against Fors, then slowly walked over, carefully put the thing in his mouth on the ground, and hid behind Fors and the Seven of Hearts with some fear.

This is a long, narrow white rib.

It was with the help of this rib that the Exile knocked off one leg of the Thinker's Chair with one blow.

Everyone suddenly realized that the sealed objects here were extremely difficult to destroy physically from the outside, and the Thinker's Chair was also an extraordinary item that was invulnerable to weapons and swords, but this long rib easily broke one of its legs with just one strike.

Looking at this huge rib, some overlooked information suddenly slipped into Klein's mind.

According to Pales's information, the explosion in the furniture store occurred during the day, but they did not see a single body as they walked along.

Where have all the people in the furniture store gone?

Before Klein could voice his concerns, another violent earthquake interrupted his thoughts. Then the ceiling began to fall, the shelves began to topple, and the floor began to crack.

The huge crack came from afar, and as Fors screamed and jumped, the crack tore a huge scar under everyone's feet.

Klein stepped back and glanced into the dark crack in the ground.

A monster made of stacked human bones met his sight.