Mysteries: Arcana Wars

This is... a promotion ceremony!

The spread of exiles, the evil deeds in the dungeon, and the riot in Backlund are all a ritual for the promotion of angels!

...Domain Lord...Banner General...Are these the names of potion-sequences?

Klein recalled Leonard's previous intelligence: there were not only 22 sequences on Earth. After Klein became the Fool and fell into sleep, more extraordinary sequences from the Outer Gods were discovered by the Church, and they were investigated and intelligence was collected.

Then, Allen's extraordinary characteristics also belong to a sequence from the Outer Gods? !

Allen...believes in an alien god!!

Klein suddenly understood where Allen's contradictory attitude came from. His extraordinary characteristics came from the Outer Gods, his promotion guidance came from the Outer Gods, and it was even possible that his promotion was not his personal wish.

Alan's mind...may be contaminated!!

"Come and defeat me, Rebel Hermann!"

Allen roared, opened his arms, and started fighting with Klein again.

"For the sake of the exiles' cause, I cannot let you take a step forward; in order to prevent that person's conspiracy from succeeding, you cannot let me take a step forward!"

This is like a gamble. In order to gain the power to avenge Backlund, Allen accepts the baptism and pollution of the Outer Gods. At the same time, he has to fight in it and use his own death to destroy the Outer Gods' plans before they completely corrode his mind.

He wants to use the power of the foreign gods to complete the great cause of the exiles!

Klein didn't have time to lament Allen's crazy behavior of seeking profit from God. As Allen swallowed the scarlet Beyonder characteristic, evil and twisted red light continued to emanate from all parts of his body, filling his broken body.

This familiar evil glow...

...is the blessing of the God of Sky!!

The violent and chaotic spirit swept the whole place like a storm, and all the exiles screamed. They screamed and grabbed their own faces, and their fragile spirits and self-awareness were repeatedly trampled and cut arbitrarily by the powerful will like the tide, and finally the last line of defense was completely broken, and their souls and wills were crushed into inconspicuous stardust and merged into the violent tide.

The will of "I have you, you have me" was equally poured into the bodies of every exile. This soul-crushing wave was mixed with the chaotic minds of countless people, but Allen's will still occupied the vast majority of the new tide. The will of low-sequence extraordinary people and mortals was still so small and powerless in front of the saint, unable to shake Allen's fundamental cognition.

So the hatred of the suffering people is me, the anger of the awakened people is me, the rebellion of the pioneers is me, countless emotions and wills converge in me and become me.

I am the flag, the direction, and the crowd!

I am the only one!

Equal and identical will!

All the ruins that suppressed Allen were completely transformed into a flowing and terrifying material. No matter whether it was wood, steel, cement or plastic, they all blended with each other under the power of Allen and the red light, and then surrendered.

Alan, his whole body emitting red light, trembled and emerged from the ruins. His face and figure kept changing, and then fixed in the blink of an eye. All the exiles had the same face as Alan, and all the exiles were Alan.

Alan raised his hand in the air, cut open his chest, and pulled out an illusory flag made of light.

The red flag was waved and pointed at Klein.

In an instant, red light poured into the Exile's body, and the Exile ignored the mutant rats' pursuit and pounced on Klein.

Not only was Klein being hunted by the exiles, he was also being wanted by the entire [Resonance Domain]. Under Allen's control, the ruins turned into a solid wave, rushing towards Mrs. Manstein and Crazy Rama. Under the onslaught of the ruins, what was even more deadly was the extremely aggressive spiritual attack of the entire [Resonance Domain]. It was like a huge, omnipresent evil quagmire, stretching out countless invisible hands, trying to split and eat the scholar and the mechanical monster in front of him, until they were completely transformed into a part of themselves.

The red flag was still blurry, but it was becoming clearer as time went by. The promotion ceremony had not yet been completed, and Allen's power was slowly rising.

In this raging tide, Klein stood tremblingly, leaning on his pool cue. Fierce mental attacks repeatedly impacted Klein's self-awareness, attempting to pull him into the wave. Klein completely poured out the remaining weak spirituality as a barrier to resist the assimilation of spirit and mind.

But Klein had reached his limit. The dryness of his spirituality turned into waves of severe pain that struck Klein's head like a sharp cone. The confusion of cognition made the bugs all over his body move under his virtual skin, trying to escape the control of his real body.

Allen's rebelliousness and unwillingness, the poor's confusion and hatred, the dungeon's sorrow and anger... all kinds of emotions from the exiles poured into Klein's heart, vowing to assert his dominance.

Is the revenge of the exiles right? Do you approve of Allen's rebellion? Is the bloodshed and sacrifice worth it?

The various logics and emotions in the outside world were like a mighty army, shouting and attacking Klein's city.

Who are you? Are you a fighter from the dungeon? Are you a rebel in this city?

Do you feel that fate is unfair? Do you feel unwilling to accept the future that has been arranged for you? Do you feel dissatisfied with your current situation?

Are you doubting? Are you wavering?

Are you in denial about yourself, others, and the world?

Are you... me too?

"*** is real! *** is real!"

Klein yelled loudly, trying to stabilize his spirit and cognition in the storm by emphasizing the [Cognitive Boundary Spike]. The strong paranoia was like a dam, resisting all kinds of intrusive thoughts, firmly rejecting all kinds of doubts and reflections, and re-establishing Klein's worldview and self-cognition around the established truth of the [Cognitive Boundary Spike]. This had some effect, but it was not enough.

In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Manstein's hands began to be stained with the glow of wood and steel. The historical projection could no longer obtain sufficient spiritual support and was the first to be broken through and was about to merge with the enemy's turbulence.

The indicator light of the Rampage Rama suddenly flashed a dazzling red light, and all the engines immediately began to overload. Mrs. Manstein immediately threw the crowbar to Klein's body, then jumped onto the Rampage Rama, injecting all her spiritual energy into this huge machine.

Fancy Rama: Final Command!

Before the historical projection disappeared, a huge explosion swept through the entire dungeon, leaving behind a continuous chaotic force field.

The chaotic force field storm uprooted all the people and ruins, and rushed around in the small underground city, breaking Allen's offensive and control. All Allen and the mutant rats were thrown in all directions, and were uncontrollably smashed and pierced by the ruins in the turbulent flow.

Klein was able to catch his breath, and the chaotic force field sucked him to the ceiling. He struggled to stand up from the ceiling, but lost his balance and fell down, sitting on the top of the ground city. But Allen was the first to adapt to the broken new force field. The [Resonance Domain] expanded further, and the strange substances of various properties were boiling in the air with the force field, twisting into rails, and growing into a rugged route in Allen's air, spreading towards Klein.

Deafening whistles sounded from all directions. Several rail cars broke through the soil and reinforced concrete walls, leaped onto the rails with a roar, and rushed towards Klein with a full load of evil red glow.

Klein stood up tremblingly and raised the crowbar firmly towards the rushing railroad tracks. He smiled and took out a faintly glowing talisman.

"…I'm sorry, Leonard, I still have to come to this…"

The spell reappears yesterday!

"…Sorry, I'll leave it to you from now on…"

The small talisman burst out with amazing brilliance, and Klein felt that the world suddenly became distorted and unreal. It seemed that the distorted force field not only destroyed the gravity here, but also wrapped everything in front of him in a sticky transparent liquid. Whether it was the spreading rails or the running rail cars, they all became slow and sluggish.

Suddenly, a shrill and long whistle sounded in the distance, familiar and trance-inducing, and the bright headlights jumped into Klein's field of vision.

An old steam train from the 14th century of the Fifth Epoch rushed onto the track from the end of the world and rushed towards Klein at full speed. The bright headlights were like a pale sun gradually descending, quickly swallowing up Klein's vision.

A flickering gas lamp protruded from the cab.

"Hi! Hi!"

Benson shouted with a laugh, waving his bowler hat in the strong wind.

The white light grew brighter and closer, and the sound of the whistle crushed all other noise.

Klein calmly closed his eyes, stretched out his arms, and let the white light engulf him.

It seemed that it was this car that brought him from Tingen to Backlund.

"Embrace your madness, my little Crane!"