Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The black sticky liquid splashed onto Klein's body, and then the magician's figure exploded into a shattered paper figure with a bang.

Klein jumped out from the flickering flames and shot at the black liquid several times in a row. After making sure there was no reaction, he walked to the side and retched on the side with the gray mist paper cane.

The last flash of Deathstroke dealt a fatal blow to Nelson, and the spiritual bullet and Emlyn's [Dark Gaze] cooperated with each other to achieve the ultimate killing effect.

Although the historical projection of the Deathstroke did not exist for long, it still consumed a lot of Klein's spiritual power. Coupled with the mental attack left by Nelson during the battle, the side effects of the potion became even more serious, causing Klein to feel dizzy and retching.

...Ugh... What on earth did Emlyn put in the potion... It's too strong... Ugh...

Although he complained in his heart, Klein did not blame Emlyn. In such a short time, he had to take care of the hospital, deal with the extraordinary organization and the government, and secretly squeeze his spiritual power to make high-level potions. Even if these potions were crude, they were the result of Emlyn's best efforts. At least they were really useful.

The potion's dizziness and mental shock prevented Klein from completing the puppet transformation before the other party was killed. Klein felt a little regretful about this, feeling that he had missed out on a very useful puppet.

At this moment, the illusory black words that appeared when he just woke up flashed into Klein's mind again.

...hiss...but judging from the assassination by Darkon Abraham, perhaps it is better not to have this kind of secret puppet that is seriously polluted by the God of Sky...

After using the paper figurine to transfer the abnormal state several times in a row, Klein regained half of his consciousness from the negative effects of the potion. He turned his head and aimed carefully again, only to find that the pool of black liquid on the ground had disappeared, leaving only a black mark on the ground.

...Not even any extraordinary characteristics...

Is this... running away?

Under this kind of attack, the opponent should be half-dead if not dead. In short, the demon named "Nelson Korodeko" should not cause any more trouble tonight. His life or death is not the focus of the night, but the burning torch.

Klein, leaning on the gray mist paper staff, stumbled towards Olga.

Olga, wrapped in gauze and bandages, lay lifeless on the sidewalk. Friction and collision left a trail of blood on the ground. Without life support devices, Olga began to bleed and pus once again, but death was slow to come.

Klein gently picked up Olga, feeling mixed emotions.

"You once wished to visit St. Julie's Church again. Now, your wish has come true..."

Looking at the dark church in front of him, Klein was a little dazed. He was very unfamiliar with the extraordinary background of this church. This battle seemed to have happened by chance in the chaos, but all of this made Klein suddenly feel awkward.

The brief but fierce battle took place just outside the church square, but the silent St. Julie's Church showed no reaction.

What was Nelson afraid of? Was it this church?

"For just two coins, you can make three wishes to me. I have already collected the reward from your jewelry. What else do you want to wish for next?"

"...Big...David..."

"…Do you want to save your husband, David Axus?"

"..."

"Well, ma'am, as you wish..."

Klein picked up Olga and stepped carefully onto the church square. He placed Olga beside the fountain and left. Out of respect and caution, he did not use the flame jump.

The church door suddenly opened, and teams of fully armed red gloves rushed towards Klein and the fountain. Their range of activities seemed to be limited to this church and square. The silence just now was just waiting for "trouble" to set foot in this area.

The Red Gloves opened fire at the magician in the distance without saying a word. Before the Vanguard could rush up to him, the magician had leisurely retreated to the edge of the square.

"I'll leave this lady in your care."

The magician smiled and took a step back from the square, taking off his hat to thank the red gloves amid the hail of bullets.

There was a flash of fire, and the magician disappeared without a trace.

Having lost their target, the red gloves immediately turned around and rushed towards Olga, who was standing by the fountain. They approached cautiously with their guns raised, and a red-gloved woman with a black ponytail holding a submachine gun was the first to step forward and test the water.

"Ma'am, can you hear me?"

Olga turned her eyes to look at her, her lips moved, and then two bloody tears flowed down her skin.

Perhaps she was really blessed by the goddess. From the moment she entered the square, Olga suddenly felt a long-awaited tranquility. The roaring and shouting voices in her body that had been roaring and shouting for weeks disappeared instantly, and a trace of clarity emerged from her chaotic mind.

Even the power that was holding her life hostage began to quiet down, and she felt for the first time in a long time that death was approaching her.

The bandages on her body had long been dyed red by her endless blood, and the torn pieces of cloth fluttered in the wind, as if she were wearing the red dress she loved so much again.

The sharp and oppressive atmosphere in front of her was completely different from the St. Julie's Church in Olga's memory. That church should be holy, ethereal, and beautiful, but now it looked like a cruel and oppressive battlefield.

A figure in a black coat and red gloves was swaying in her blurry vision, shouting for some instrument. The black-haired woman in front of her finally put her hand on her and kept shouting.

"Madam! Madam! Please cheer up! The doctor will be here soon!"

That face was so familiar, and a kind of nourishing sweetness seeped out from the shattered memory.

"...I know you...Fina Doshi..."

Olga stammered with difficulty.

Fina Doshi, Fina Doshi...

The dying woman slowly recalled that the wedding between her and David at St. Julie's Church was presided over by Sister Fina Dosi.

At that time, Brother Doshi was wearing a black and red robe, exuding love and tranquility, and bestowing good wishes on the two newlyweds. But the Brother Doshi in front of him was armed with a gun, and his sharp temperament made Olga unable to recognize him for a while.

It was as if some beautiful illusion was finally torn apart by tonight's events, revealing the cruel and depressing truth.

Not only the wedding, but also St. Julie's Church holds many beautiful memories for Olga. Every weekend, she and David come here to attend the starry mass.

David would push her around the square and laugh at his own helplessness. If he pretended to be angry, he would laugh and rush into the flock of pigeons, watching himself laughing among the flying birds.

Pigeons, leaves, balloons, clouds, and spraying water droplets fluttered around...

"...Do you know me?" Brother Doshi pressed the headset, puzzled for a moment, and suddenly remembered a missing person notice, and suddenly realized, "Are you Olga Aksas?"

"……Yes……"

"Okay, Ms. Axus. Please rest assured that you are safe. The goddess of night will protect you." Doshi tried to calm her down. "Do you know me? Have we met before?"

"...my...wedding..."

"You mean, I've officiated at your wedding?" Sister Dosi looked confused. It seemed very difficult to search her memory. She finally came to her senses after being reminded by the earphones. "Ah! I remember! You were so beautiful that day!"

The sight and sound became blurry again, the strength that had just surged disappeared again, and the world gradually moved away from Olga again.

Olga couldn't understand all this. She began to get scared, scared of waking up from the pain again and continuing to struggle in the painful living hell.

Things seemed to become serious all of a sudden, and Brother Dosi at the side even reached out to take the new thing.

...Is that an instrument to heal me, or a weapon to take my life?

Olga lay beside the fountain, staring blankly at the lake water dissolved in moonlight, and then gently closed her eyes.

Goddess above, please grant me a good sleep and tomorrow will never come.

Olga rolled over and fell into the water with a splash.

It was here that she took the first balloon from David.

The red gloves immediately became agitated, and Brother Dosi, who was sitting nearby, rushed to grab them, but he only pulled back a large piece of red skirt from the pool. The lady in the red skirt disappeared without a trace in the pool, leaving only a pool of clear water and black smoke slowly dissipating under the water surface.

Feeling a strange sense of both smoothness and roughness on his hand, Brother Dosi opened his hand and looked down.

It was a large piece of gauze soaked in blood.