Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The illusory red flag made of light was held in Allen's hand, and the promotion ceremony was still proceeding steadily. But in an instant, there was no news of the adventurer Gehrman Sparrow in the Resonance Realm.

Alan secretly cried out that something was wrong, and the field of resonance immediately became restless, indiscriminately blending everything in the corner. The chaotic existence formed by the fusion of multiple substances was squeezed into waves and spikes, and rushed towards that corner along with the red crowd.

A corner of the underground city was suddenly filled up with wood, steel, concrete, and even the flesh and blood of humans and animals, all tightly integrated with the surrounding soil, forming a huge coffin.

"Hi."

A whisper rang in his ear.

"I'm here."

Alan was startled and turned around to chop down with his sword, but after a while, he hit nothing.

No...it's an illusion!

A crazy and shrill laugh came from above Alan's head.

The adventurer Hermann was squatting on the wiring pipe on the ceiling, laughing breathlessly, laughing so hard that he fell forward and backward, laughing hysterically, and laughing so hard that the pipes that survived the fight made them rattle.

His laughter was very rough and harsh. It was indeed his own voice, but he used some very extreme pronunciation methods and used his vocal cords without any coordination. As he opened and closed his mouth, thick black smoke and dust rushed out of his mouth in large clumps. Even this ominous black substance condensed into liquid, gurgling from his facial features, and then dripping into the air and turning into a cloud of black smoke and disappearing.

The aura of an adventurer... is completely different!

"Hi, how are you?" He greeted Allen in a language Allen had never heard before, "I am...very well now!"

Clearly, Gehrman was right in front of Allen, but he disappeared in the resonance domain. If the resonance domain is a huge local area network, then Gehrman is now like a ghost that cannot be found. Allen accelerated the construction of the resonance domain, but did not dare to act rashly.

"Oh, right, I forgot, you don't use this language...but what does it matter? I didn't expect you to understand it anyway? Hahahahaha!"

With a hoarse and piercing laugh, Hermann fell to the ground. His movements were very strange, and his limbs were dry and twisted to support him from the ground, like a puppet that was not familiar with its own body.

"Oh, are you crying? Are you screaming? Hahahahaha!"

He kept talking to himself.

"I don't care! I snatched it, and these fifteen minutes are mine now! Mine! Mine!!

"Shh! Shut up!

"Hahahahaha! I told you long ago, don't let me get any chance! I told you long ago!!

"You can't lock me up! You can't lock me up!!"

He kept laughing and shouting, twisting his limbs wantonly, as if he was fighting with a certain consciousness inside his body.

Germann seemed to be completely mad, with his crazy spirit surging and rampaging around him. The bodies of the mutant mice that had been able to move freely in Germann's hands exploded one after another and turned into twisted monsters of flesh and blood.

The huge pressure from the person made Allen breathless. He could no longer stand, and his legs softened and he fell to the ground. He touched his ear, and found that it was bleeding. A red glow emanated from his hand. Hermann's madness had turned into a physical attack, sweeping every soul on the field indiscriminately.

Kogelman's self-struggle suddenly came to a standstill.

"No, that's not right. We can't do this. We can't go too far..."

The crazy aura seemed to disappear immediately. Lun even felt that for a moment, Germann's reason returned, and even his speech seemed calm.

Until Hermann suddenly looked up and gave him a dangerous smile.

"So, your last [wish] is for him, right?"

Alan cried out that something was wrong. Although he could not understand what the other party was saying and his spiritual intuition radar was completely paralyzed on the other party, Alan instinctively felt the threat.

All the exiles in the field came forward at the same time. With the blessing of the resonance field, the exiles in the field have completely assimilated with Allen. Now they all share Allen's power, and this power is still rising as the promotion ceremony progresses.

All the matter in the entire space was distorted under the manipulation of Allen and others, attempting to engulf German. At the same time, the sharp and fierce spirits also attacked German, vowing to sink German's soul into the deep sea of ​​exiles.

But Hermann then leisurely walked and jumped in the ever-changing and dangerous field, and the aggressive spirits would disappear immediately when they rushed to His side.

He seems to be able to use even more powerful high-level powers, but he doesn't seem to intend to use it on Alan right now.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll help you solve a small problem."

As he spoke, Hermann thrust his hands hard into his temples until his entire palms were buried in his skull, and he began to turn his mind over and over.

As He stirred, the swarm of spiritual insects that made up the head began to stir restlessly, and a huge gap surged at the temple, spitting out balls of empty smoke and dust.

"Then let me see what good stuff you have here!"

The huge hole on the head was more like a huge weird insect nest than a wound, and German pushed his whole hand into it, scratching and digging in the insect nest covered with spirit insects. As the spirit insects twitched and screamed, German pulled hard again and pulled out a small ball of light.

Regardless of the type and difference of the wishes, all the power of wishes accumulated during this period were forcefully gathered together to form this restless little ball of light, and then all of them were drawn out of Hermann's body.

"…I knew it! You must be hiding something good!"

Before the wormhole on his head healed, he stuffed half of his forearm into his mouth, half-pulled out, half-vomited, a bunch of black hair-like threads, and wrapped them around the ball of light. With a clap of his hands, the thread automatically tied various complicated knots on the ball of light, and they also turned into colorful threads.

“Almost…almost! Try harder, kid! Hahahahahaha!!”

Hermann burst into crazy laughter again, and his actions and spirit fell into madness again. This made Allen doubt that his momentary rationality was just an illusion, and Hermann was actually completely crazy.

The power of the exile continued to grow, but Hermann suddenly turned around, pulled the silk thread in his hand, and laughed crazily at Allen.

"Bless you, poor devil! I wish you a happy and peaceful life!"