Mysteries: Arcana Wars

As the farce in the casino hall intensified, the Five of Clubs immediately turned around and left the private room, and Klein followed him back to the first floor.

The entire casino hall was in a mess. As the conflict escalated, the main battlefield had shifted to the complex and narrow logistics room, leaving only the remains of furniture on the floor.

With his spiritual intuition, Klein felt the front line of the conflict.

Flames and arcs of electricity flew back and forth, spirituality and machinery went back and forth, and without the back and forth divination of the gold coins, it was really difficult for Klein to understand what was going on.

Poachers, cults, and church dealers who were hunting down poachers... No matter what the reason, by some strange coincidence, these three groups of people were fighting in the blink of an eye. The battle was very fierce, and poachers and cults began to die. Although the church dealers had lost some people, they had not suffered any casualties under the protection of excellent equipment, and were in an advantageous position.

As for the three members of the Virtue Society who were jumping around on the battlefield, they were just troublemakers looking for fun. Klein was very sure that the three groups of forces had come to this inexplicable melee today because of them.

But Klein couldn't tell which side these three bastards were on. They were like three mad dogs, smashing, looting and burning everywhere with toilet plungers, vacuum cleaners and a pile of playing cards. They bit anyone they saw and even plucked a handful of leaves from the bonsai trees they passed by.

Looking at the bloody toilet plunger, Klein couldn't help but touch the "Mad Hatter" on his head that randomly generated the toilet plunger.

They are both toilet plungers, so why is there such a big difference in temperament?

As for the wild investigation team that came to track down the cult, they were probably just passers-by who had strayed into this strange land.

Therefore, the most important thing now should be to find the missing Angel.

No matter how fierce the fight between the gods here is, Angel is just an ordinary person who accidentally entered the chess game. He cannot bear such a large and extraordinary scene, and he may even be contaminated by the chaotic spirituality.

Klein finally found Angel in a secret fire stairwell. He was hiding in the basement stairs, holding his head and shivering.

“Damn it, damn it! Are these monsters the ones who kidnapped my daughter!?”

Angel's voice was distorted.

"Listen, go down this staircase to the underground floor, and then evacuate through the underground passage away from the battlefield. If we are all still alive, meet at the fortune-telling square at nine o'clock tomorrow night."

Crane tried to calm Angel down and then threw him down, but Angel grabbed Crane's forearm with his backhand.

"Back there!" Angel swallowed his saliva, "There seems to be something very scary in the room behind. They are leading a very strange person towards that place.

"I care about that person..."

"Got it, thank you for the information."

Following the direction pointed by Angel, and guided by the pendulum and star coins, Klein crossed the battlefield and reached a room at the back. He raised his foot and kicked it open, but was bounced back by the heavy object on top.

...?

Spirituality and divination reflected in his mind a huge and evil complex magic circle. There were also cultists in the room who were starting the ceremony, and Martha who was assisting them.

"Lord God's Messenger, now is the time for us to start the sacrificial ceremony."

The envoy of God was wrapped tightly in a thick hood and cloak, and the cloth with extraordinary power rejected all prying eyes. But from the attitude of getting along with each other, to Martha, this envoy of God was not like a noble envoy of God, but more like a puppet without self-will. Under Martha's control, he began to use his sluggish limbs and started to activate the ritual.

Suddenly, Martha had an idea and discovered something strange about the door lock.

So Klein took out an ordinary match, lit it, threw it through the crack in the door, and then used the flames to jump into the secret room.

As the flames flickered, the gray mist paper airplane holding the match of nothingness pierced into the squirming wall like a sharp blade. The black smoke and fire continued to burn along the wall, devouring the magic circle that was about to be activated.

For anything related to the outer gods of the starry sky, the most effective method Klein currently uses is the combination of void matches and gray fog paper planes. First, the gray fog paper plane can be manipulated by Klein to send these hot matches to the ideal place. Second, when being intercepted, the void smoke can directly burn the gray fog paper plane and cause trouble for the opponent.

Martha's sequence was not high, and she was powerless in front of Klein. Before she could react, she was turned into a secret doll by Klein.

But when Klein tried to pull the spiritual thread of the Lord God's Messenger, he felt a strange resistance, and then Klein's spiritual warning sounded violently.

With a crisp click, the envoy of God leaned his upper body backwards, pressing his back against his thighs and calves. Then he knelt on his knees, completely folding his spine in an inhumane way.

"what--!!"

A shrill and painful scream exploded in the minds of everyone in the casino, and a thousand-pound hammer hit Klein's brain endlessly, as if to squeeze and beat his brain into a cake. The eerie emotions and the cold and suffocating feeling followed, and the near-death experience penetrated into Klein's internal organs with the sound waves, completely restricting Klein's ability to move at this moment.

A horrifying scream flashed by, and Klein was finally released from this horrific terror and coldness and regained his freedom.

The messenger of God disappeared completely from the casino in the midst of this strange and terrifying sound, just like an object that was randomly folded.

The black smoke of nothingness dissipated in the enclosed space, burning the bloody totem painted on the wall to ashes.

Klein was just about to search for the secret doll Martha, but he found that Martha had turned into blood in a horrific scream, and all traces of her soul and spirituality were completely annihilated in this vicious voice.

How cruel... He destroyed his own followers to conceal his whereabouts and intelligence...

…or is it…

...The evil god in heaven, through the hands of the Lord of God, personally and cruelly destroyed his own believers...

Klein couldn't help but shudder, realizing just how terrifying a presence he had just brushed past.

Then fear and dread followed.

The unpredictable and sudden force was like opening a tiny hole in the hard fruit shell, and the flexible and slender mouthparts reached in and licked the sweet flesh restrainedly and accurately, and then retracted before anyone noticed.

Klein was an invisible bubble in the fruit. His existence was meaningless and no one cared about him. However, the terrifying licking at that moment left him covered in rancid saliva, which turned into a chill that penetrated deep into his bones.

Those invisible traces destroyed Martha, destroyed the unused furniture, destroyed the foreign objects piled up on the door lock,

The distorted changes spread along the door of the room and into the corridor. Only the walls and floors that had been burned by the smoke and dust of nothingness could barely maintain their original appearance.

The world faces far more malice than just the God of Skyscrapers.

He suddenly understood that even at great risk and with terrible side effects, Phantom Melissa still wanted him to carry this box of never-ending matches.

The smoke of nothingness burns eternally on his body, devouring reality, and then the mad god who controls [nothingness] and [connection] will endlessly entangle and tear at him.

Under the irresistible torture of pain, the wounds left on his body by [Nothingness] became a bloody blessing.

The black flames burned Klein's existence and also hid his figure.

It turns out that those sudden and meaningless deaths are really so close to us.