Mysteries: Arcana Wars

One inch long, one inch strong.

This time, he was lucky. The weapon that the Mad Hatter pulled out was a clothes drying rack that was long enough. Under the current circumstances, Klein did not expect any negative effects from the Mad Hatter's gadgets. He only needed them to be indestructible and infinitely refreshable as a seal to fight against Allen's [Sword of Rift] and buy time for the capture of the spirit line.

Not only Allen, but even the spiritual lines of these exiles were filled with a strange and corrupt smell. Klein's intuition told him that if he was not careful, the pollution on their bodies would crawl onto him along the spiritual lines.

Especially Allen. In Klein's intuition, his spirit line was entangled with thick malice, millions of times that of ordinary exiles. If the exiles were completely transformed into secret puppets, Allen's spirit would follow the spirit line to find Klein as the manipulator. If Allen's spirit line was successfully manipulated, this thick and corrupt malice would follow the spirit line to find Klein.

The battle between humans and rats was a battle of swords and sparks. The two were like festive fireworks, flashing everywhere in the dungeon.

Alan's figure moved as fast as the wind, as if he was trying to resonate with this small dungeon spiritually. Then the deadly sword light, carrying the ominous omen of the beginning of a great change, emerged from all kinds of narrow angles, biting Klein's escaping steps tightly, strangling the adventurer's jumping flames.

[Realm of Resonance] At this moment, martial law!

Every inch of land that resonated with Allen was reporting Klein's whereabouts to him, but Klein was not outdone, and the chaotic and restless spirit lingered around Klein. While jumping back and forth, Klein wielded two weapons, one long and one short, accurately smashing every sword light that he couldn't dodge.

The battle between the exiles and the mutant rats became more and more bloody. Ordinary people without extraordinary characteristics fell one by one, and more mid-sequence extraordinary people poured in from other places to join the fight. Various polluted spirits began to rise on the battlefield, pouring out their anger on the mutant rats, and they were responded with spiritual shells specially made by the Tesla family.

The red robe was stained with blood and turned darker. The gray monster moved through the dark shadows and crashed into the yellow earth-colored building ruins. The flickering flames and white light briefly illuminated a corner of death.

"Join us."

An exile suddenly spoke into Klein's ear.

Klein swung his crowbar back and smashed the opponent's head, then moved away. The body and mind of the attacked exile suddenly collapsed like fireworks and exploded on the spot.

[Melissa's Crowbar]: When hitting a Beyonder below Sequence 4, it will cause the victim's physical and mental collapse directly (ineffective against mortals), and has a normalized silencing effect.

The bloody and twisted war between humans and rats continued, and all the exiles except Allen were immersed in the fight. But as soon as Klein walked out of the flames, the exile closest to him would suddenly look up from the life-and-death struggle and turn around to talk to him.

"I'm glad that you are my end."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light chasing Klein hit the distracted exile, and his body and mind collapsed on the road to the ultimate.

Crane leaped in the flames, and a strange language was passed between the exiles, following him like a shadow.

"I will end up as a rebel from Backlund, not at the hands of this city's accomplices."

"Oh, then why are you still running away?" Klein controlled the mutant rat to bite off the exile's head. "I don't think you really want to die."

"Tonight, I must die, but not now."

Men and women, in clear and low voices, Alan's words continued to be relayed among the crowd.

"Because my career has not been completed, my mission has not ended. I cannot fall down before this fire burns the city of Backlund.

"Join us, Hermann, and hate the rebels of this city as much as I do.

“Backlund is a quagmire, a hell, and a man-eating monster.

"This city is unworthy of its people. It thrived on our flesh and blood, while we, the worthless poor, were completely exiled from the social order after being sucked dry by it, with no hope of ever returning.

“We have become the invisible blight of the city, but we have not disappeared.

“We are alive, we need to be seen, we need to be valued.

"Backlund needs change. It needs a thorough subversion and awakening."

"What is this, a savior complex?"

Klein used the clothesline as a javelin and threw it far away, scratching a small bloody mark on Allen's arm. A strong feeling of vomiting immediately rolled through Allen's body. Soon, this feeling of vomiting was evenly distributed to the other exiles, minimizing the impact on Allen.

"No, I'm not a savior. I'm just an ordinary person. I can't find any way to save this kind of city."

The clothesline disappeared after it hit the ground. Klein pulled out another item from his hat to fight back. Fortunately, it was a pool cue.

“What I can do is to tear open this ugly disease and show it to people, so that these problems can be deeply engraved in the memory of this city, forcing them to face up to it, to think about it, and to find a fundamental solution to the problem.

"And the savior who saves Backlund must be my successor."

It looked like a evenly matched chase, but Klein could clearly sense that the Exiles were losing ground.

The dead never tire, but exiles live but once.

This shouldn't be Allen's true strength. Klein admitted that he was at the end of his attack and had not fully recovered after coming out of the library. He needed to wait for an opportunity. Allen was also waiting for an opportunity.

“That sounds nice, but it’s not a reason for you to commit violence,” Klein replied coldly.

The spiritual warning sounded again, and Klein keenly felt that there was a force trying to invade his mind and spirit.

【Synchronicity】

Allen attempted to use words to sync with Klein. The more Klein believed in and agreed with Allen's theories and opinions, the more he would turn to Allen because of "sync".

Given the close personalities, this kind of attunement could also put Allen in danger of being contaminated by Klein, but it seemed that Allen didn't mind this and only used it as a tool to try to implant an idea into Klein's soul.

The paranoia against the chaos of nothingness had a new purpose at this moment. Klein immediately rethought Allen's speech based on the cognitive rules he had just established, and issued a total denial, completely rejecting the part that belonged to Allen.

Those who conform will be accepted completely, those who contradict will be rejected completely, and all understandings of the world will be self-consistent and revolving under the iron law of truth that I have established.

Cognitive boundary nail·Reject!

"Besides, what does this have to do with me?"

Klein rode the mutant rat in pursuit.

"Have you ever heard that villains die because they talk too much?"

“Because my spirit and thoughts need to be passed on regardless of everything, our great paradise will take millions of generations to build.

"As long as there's one more person who shares my philosophy, there'll be a better chance of finding Backlund's antidote.

"But these thoughts and ideas are far from enough for Backlund. Weak thoughts and ideas are too docile for Backlund now, and they can't stir up any waves.

“Only bloody scars can earn the city’s attention and awaken numb people to pursue and reflect on the path I have walked.

"And we will use the anger and hatred of those exiled from the city to carve the deepest and most terrifying scars in this city!"