Mysteries: Arcana Wars

That strong belief in lofty ideals allowed Allen to successfully suppress the negative effects of the [Sword of Rift] and tame this evil sword. Some lingering whispers also penetrated into his soul along the cracks, and from then on he began to fight and suffer day and night.

Faith is not truth against madness.

Paranoia is.

The anger towards this city and society was once again ignited at the critical moment of life and death, and the outbreak of paranoia made Allen make a crazy decision:

Since the problem of the dungeon cannot be solved, then let's completely detonate the problem of the dungeon.

He wanted to unite the refugees in the dungeon, charge upward, and let those with golden pens feel the roar and wailing of the dungeon.

Those who were exiled from the city would eventually return to the city, leaving behind an indelible scar in Backlund with endless anger and sin, so deep that every newcomer in the long river of time could not ignore it, forcing everyone to look directly at it and face it, until those destined to be chosen people fell into endless thinking and exploration because of this scar, until they found the fundamental way to heal this city.

What kind of person will that person be? Allen doesn't know. All he needs to do is to light the fire for the person who comes after him.

He will blow the horn of call, he will run endlessly in the dungeon, and he will tell everyone who is stuck in the mud of life here that life should not be like this, and they deserve a better life.

He wants to turn into a seed, a hope that will be planted in the minds of later generations and cannot be uprooted. He wants to tell everyone who reads history books in the future that there should be a kind of life in the world where there is no difference between people, whether it is wealth or status, identity or knowledge. All barriers will be eliminated in that pure land, and people will achieve absolute equality.

As long as they have seen it, someone will really look for it; as long as they have heard of it, someone will really explore it; as long as this city has really seen the fire, there will be people who will continue to explore along this road, pursuing the paradise that only exists in dreams, until they really build a better city on the land of Backlund.

With such obsession, Alan boldly followed the whispers in his mind, found the stronghold of the Ferris Cult with a sword, and then joined them.

The [Sword of Rift] that once brought him great pain has now become an opportunity for him to regain his dream. Allen tamed the sword and became an important member of the Cult of the God of the Sky, codenamed [Holy Sword]. With the full support of the Cult of the Sky, he accepted the extraordinary characteristics bestowed by the God of the Sky, and was promoted to Sequence 3 at a very fast speed.

Things seemed to be going smoothly. The chief priest who led the cult gave great affirmation to his ability and talent. Under the leadership of the chief priest, the organization and establishment of [Exiles] went very smoothly. A certain hope for an ideal hometown spread like a plague in the darkness of the dungeon.

But Allen was keenly aware of something unusual: he seemed to be promoted too quickly.

Even though his own beliefs and paranoia fit the symbols and images of this sequence perfectly, making the "acting method" more effective, the whole process was still too fast. From the potion to the promotion ceremony, this "small" cult seemed to have been prepared for Alan to walk to the gallows.

Compared with these things, what Alan feared more was the whispering in his mind day and night.

It constantly devoured Alan's mind, from subtle influence to concentrated firepower. Those evil and mysterious whispers attacked Alan's fragile spirit and soul again and again, trying to shake his paranoid beliefs.

These whispers became stronger and louder as he advanced, especially after Sequence 3. Allen felt that he could not bear it several times. Maybe he had already been affected by these secret whispers, but he had not discovered it yet. However, he could not do anything about it. This was a conjecture that could not be confirmed.

Alan had no idea how much his current thinking had been invaded by those noisy whispers, and how much of the plans he had long planned in his mind had been rewritten by the evil whispers. He reviewed many aspects but could not figure out what went wrong.

Which are the disasters that you are expecting in your ravings, and which are the struggles that you are longing for?

In Allen's world, these have become blurred.

Can I escape from the next crushing and torture of the mumbling?

This sense of crisis has always been around in his heart, always warning Allen, but he is very fortunate that the obsession that has supported his self-awareness to this point still exists tenaciously. He doesn't have much time left, and he must complete his plan before it is completely wiped out.

It is hard to say that Alan has a firm belief in the evil god above his head, especially under the bombardment of countless whispers in his mind day and night. Alan is more cautious and vigilant towards the God of the Sky. Before his goal is achieved, he must not completely succumb to these whispers.

In Allen's mind, his relationship with the noisy Skyscraper God was more like a cooperation: the Skyscraper God Church provided him with the confidence and strength to make a big fuss, and he provided the Skyscraper God with a newly promoted Sequence Two Angel.

According to the will of the High Priest, God blessed his actions in Backlund, but he also had to use the [Exile] to complete the promotion ceremony and become an angel.

Recalling the activities of his colleagues in the Cult during this period, Allen felt that the Cult seemed to be eager to have an angel on earth in Backlund.

Why were they so anxious? What other plans did they have? Alan knew very little. He was assigned to be in charge of the affairs of the Exiles and knew very little about the actions of his other colleagues.

It seemed that I was being led step by step to become a sacrifice.

Even though he was willing to be used, Allen felt so unwilling to think that the terrible evil god was plotting a treacherous conspiracy against him. This seemed to make his actions no longer pure and passionate. Thousands of lives in red robes no longer died for their lofty ideals, but became sacrifices to the evil god in the conspiracy. The brilliant justice rotted and faded in the vortex.

This should be my glory, the glory of all the angry and hateful people in the dungeon! It is the torch that we light with our lives!

Not you, Lord of the Sky!!

Anger and rebellion lit up Allen's eyes. The crazy whispers in his mind seemed to be about a future of failure. They suddenly rose up, roaring and tearing at Allen's spirit, causing him to roll on the ground in pain. However, the paranoid belief rose again, propping up a wall of will that was riddled with holes.

The piercing pain gradually faded away, and Alan stood up again, staggering, picked up the [Sword of Rift], and suddenly smiled silently.

Come and defeat me, come and defeat me, God of the Sky!

Let's see you completely annihilate my will first!

Or shall I die first in the fire tonight!!