Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Scott opened the big box in front of Damien and took out nine boxes from it. Damien fiddled with the boxes for a few times and disassembled them into a huge flame gun, which he then handed over to the Mechanical Heart who came to collect the equipment.

After taking down a few more boxes for Damien, Scott ignored Jarod and quickly checked the scene. Jarod was speechless, but he still ran after Scott.

In the report just now in the church, Scott and his boss Bonova quickly summarized and deduced the existing data and intelligence. They both agreed that this factory was the product of the Ishdar Group colluding with the Ferris Cult.

They first looked for targets with physical disabilities in the slums and "marginal areas", and then looked for opportunities to kidnap them and take them to the factory.

Afterwards, they would use ritual magic directed at the Sky God to perform a kind of "division"... or "alienation" on the victim. Scott believes this may be related to the imagery symbolized by the Sky God.

In this regard, he once made many speculations to Bonois. He speculated that the key words of the image might be "differentiation", "integration", "equality", "difference", "cutting", "fusion", "difference" and so on. However, every time he reached this stage, Bonois would not comment on his speculations, and even warned him not to allow Scott to make any progress in this level of mystical knowledge.

He didn't know which guesses were true and which keywords were false, otherwise he would be able to accurately lock onto the authority of the God of the Sky, but Scott believed that his general direction should not be wrong.

Of course, he was not so desperate as to reverse deduce the full name of the Lord of the Sky. Even in daily communication, the church would use "the evil god of the Sky Cult" instead of directly calling the evil god by this title.

"Even though prosthetics are now common in our daily lives, some of the remaining limbs of disabled people are still stronger and more developed than those of healthy people. People who are missing their left leg often have a stronger right leg than normal people, and people who are blind often have a pair of sharper ears than normal people."

Scott seemed to be talking to himself, but the sound could be heard by Garod who was standing behind him.

So the factory took advantage of this and, with the help of the power of the Sky God, subjected the victims to some kind of "alienation" and then some kind of "combination", as if treating people as some kind of building blocks that can be disassembled and assembled.

He walked to a place and stopped, then squatted down and lifted a piece of white cloth. Lying on the ground was Robert Russell with his head blown off.

"...Based on a certain 'standard', the victim's body parts will develop uncontrollably and without limit towards the two extremes of 'development' and 'atrophy'. The strong ones will become stronger, while the average ones will degenerate or even atrophy. In the end, the limbs that are completely incompatible with each other will tear the victim apart alive, and the beautiful limbs that have been drained of nutrients will naturally fall off from the withered and fragile mother body...

"But is this the end of the 'production process'? No, of course not!

"Because the limb reattachment technology of the Quiet Starlight Hospital is a proud signboard, and an important means for Ishdar to win over people here! In order to seize the initiative in Backlund, the [product] must be perfect!

"There are always some people who have just become disabled and have not yet acquired limbs that meet the standard, such as a habitual thief who had his right hand and right foot chopped off two years ago. These people are used as nutrients, and are reconnected with beautiful limbs, and then extremely differentiated again, until those limbs become perfect [commodities]...

"Beautiful, healthy, developed, and even more powerful than before..."

With the development of prosthetic technology, cheap prosthetics that can meet most daily needs have become the first choice for disabled people. However, in people's minds, this kind of popular basic prosthetics is still not as comfortable as the original ones. Expensive prosthetics that transcend the flesh have not yet been accepted by the public. People still miss their complete and flesh-and-blood selves...

Scott snorted.

"Oh, so what is the real luxury in the fourteenth century? Of course, it is living, flesh-and-blood 'parts'!"

Having said that, Scott suddenly raised his head and looked straight at the little boy who was shivering on the side.

"Don't you want to know who owns this factory?"

He gave the little boy a cruel grin.

"It's your brother, Massimo Ishtar!"

"!!Varied……"

Garrod couldn't bear it any longer, so he immediately ran to an empty corner and vomited.

Just to support himself with his trembling legs, he had already used all his strength. The child leaned against the wall and vomited for a long time. The delicious food he had eaten today, the gossip he heard outside his brother's room yesterday, the speculations and doubts that had emerged over the past few years, all poured out like a rainbow along with his shattered worldview.

If this news is true, then the little discomfort and alienation we feel in our daily lives may not be our own wishful thinking, but rather a definite and real danger signal?

Fear, anxiety, confusion, helplessness, sadness... chaotic emotions surged in his mind.

Scott slowly walked behind Jarod, but made no attempt to comfort the child.

"Now that things have come to this, do you still want me to save your brother?"

Jarod had already started to dry heave; there was nothing left in his stomach for him to eat.

“Save… please save my brother…” the child who was still sobbing shouted weakly, his tears and snot all stuck in his mouth, “Whatever you want… whatever you want… Ishtar can give it to you… I will try my best to get it…”

"…Why? Why did you do this?"

Jarod wiped his face roughly with the sleeve of his expensive suit, turned his head to look at Scott's sharp and terrifying eyes, and cried out again.

"But...but he is my brother!

"...I don't know...I...wuwuwu...

"Shouldn't I go save him?"

"Stop crying! It's so noisy!"

Then a clean white handkerchief was slapped over his face and twisted violently a few times. Before Jarod could react, the cloth stained with tears, snot and saliva was stuffed carelessly into his chest pocket.

"Damien, take the token! Speed ​​up and finish the job within an hour, and clean up this place!"

"Yes, sir!"

The token turned into a graceful parabola and flew away. Scott looked down at Jarod and pushed his glasses.

"Do you have anything else to add about your brother's disappearance?"

"me……"

Gallod incoherently pulled out a small chip and a bracelet from his suit pocket.

"I... recordings... and... my brother's things..."

...This kid actually thought of recording his own brother...

"Damien! And keep an eye on this kid!"

Scott took one last look at Jarod, then turned and left.

"Listen, kid, this is just my mission. I don't want anything from your family, and I don't want to have anything to do with your family. No matter whether your brother is dead or alive this time, I will blow him up the next time I meet Ishdar.

"After today, I and you Ishdar, no one owes anyone anything."