Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Geraldine opened her eyes dazedly and found herself on a small island.

She remembered nothing, didn't know why she was here, didn't know what she was going to do, it seemed that her past and future had all disappeared.

But this island was very familiar, as familiar as if she had seen it thousands of times in her nightmares, sitting on the ground with a group of fully armed men, surrounding a few smoking military cans.

Her thoughts were intermittent and fragmented in the dream. The people in front of her should be very familiar to her, but she was unable to find their names in her memory.

At the same time, she felt an inexplicable fear, and her subconscious told her that these people had changed.

The heads of the people surrounding the cans had become some kind of wriggling tumors, completely unrecognizable as human beings, with unknown liquid dripping down. The entire dream was covered with a strange red filter, and even the grass under my feet was a disgusting red.

But the mutants still rigidly followed the plot day after day, uttering vague, meaningless sentences. Geraldine couldn't understand it at all, it didn't seem to be a language, but she couldn't help but respond with something without a beginning or an end.

"*!@（*@!￥##*?"

A melted man turned his head and asked, squirming.

"I don't think we should go in, it's too risky."

"@*&#%￥,#*@!,@#*￥!@#..."

...The mission is to investigate this place?

It's all like a broken music box. Even though all the decorations and dolls on it have been shattered, the mechanical structure in the box is still running, stubbornly performing the predetermined drama, and every line cannot be missed.

"Let's move forward tomorrow, Captain. My suggestion is that we investigate the perimeter for another day."

"*%￥&#!@)#,@￥#%,@￥￥#%8%%@&￥##@.!%@￥&@......!(*@&(*—*."

"but……"

Before this scheduled conversation was over, with a loud bang, a huge crack appeared in the red sky, and a surging blood-red light poured in.

Everyone was still sitting there, completing fixed actions in a methodical manner, but Geraldine turned around and ran away subconsciously.

As she ran, a black wrought iron spiral staircase emerged from the jungle. She climbed the stairs without stopping, and the blood-red light chased her in the distance.

Like a huge tall building, Geraldine kept running upwards along the black spiral staircase, passing through layer after layer of bizarre dreams.

But what was unusual was that this time the spiral staircase did not take her directly to the moon flower field that represented safety, but ended abruptly in a luxurious hotel on a certain floor.

Splendid Holiday Hotel, owned by Ishdar Group.

Geraldine tripped over the last step as usual and fell on the polished marble floor, then her eyes went dark. Before she could react, two big men lifted her off the floor and continued to drag her forward.

She began to struggle instinctively, but she didn't know when someone had tied iron chains to her hands and feet, her eyes, ears and mouth were all wrapped up and isolated, and her body was covered with bruises and scars, which were burning with pain.

The huge power gap made fighting skills meaningless. Geraldine had no strength to struggle, but she still carefully felt her surroundings, trying to remember every detail.

She was in a hotel somewhere, and as she went deeper, more people joined the team escorting her, but David Axas seemed to have gone far away.

This seemed to be a carefully planned conspiracy. The strong men escorting her would pause at certain places and interact with some of the people standing there, which showed that they were an organized group. Geraldine even suspected that they were a group with some kind of "discipline" and common interests or creeds, rather than the kind of impromptu and low-quality bandits who had the idea of ​​robbing a hotel today for fun.

As the road swayed, Geraldine's body bumped into a gangster standing in the passage. The familiar shape and cold touch startled Geraldine.

This... this is dynamite!

They wanted to blow up the whole building!

Soon, Geraldine felt herself being thrown onto a bed, but she did not touch the soft mattress, but fell down in a pile of papers.

The objects that bound her movements and senses also turned into fragile origami, which would break at the slightest rip. The dark iron spiral staircase appeared again in the distance. Geraldine ran again in the white, gradually collapsing origami world, stepped onto the stairs and continued to move forward.

After falling once again, Geraldine threw herself on the endless field of moon flowers. This time she finally reached the safe area under the stars.

An old lady in a classic black dress was waiting in front of her, looking at her seriously.

"I'm aware of your situation and will be there soon."

Gloria reached out a hand and tapped Geraldine on the head.

"Until then, do what you can."

Geraldine woke up from her dream.

She was still locked in the hotel room, and she felt the pain from hitting the wall just now. But she could feel that the people guarding her were gone, perhaps to reinforce their companions.

All memories of the dream quickly disappeared from her mind, except for a hint of the dream that remained deeply imprinted in her spirit.

The changes in the hotel were getting worse and worse. Geraldine pulled hard, and the chain on her hand, which had long been corroded by the changes and had the fragility of paper, broke immediately, and she finally regained her freedom.

Ignoring the pieces of flesh on her hands that had turned into paper, Geraldine walked straight out of the room. The hotel corridor was filled with the corpses of cultists, and the walls and floors were full of traces of battles and paper scraps. The strange thing was that there were no traces of bricks and stones in the cracks on the wall, only snow-white paper.

Due to the suggestion in the dream, a crazy idea arose in her mind.

She came to a place based on her memory of being dragged, then rummaged through the pile of corpses and dragged out a box.

A pack of dynamite.

It was obvious that this group of people would not have only one batch of explosives. Geraldine quickly searched the explosives man's body and indeed found a mobile phone, unlocking it by pulling the explosives man's eyelids.

For hacking technology, social engineering is always the best trick. Relying on sporadic mobile phone messages and the training of blasting technology during military service, Geraldine successfully discovered several explosives hands and their explosive packs and detonators.

After installing it according to experience, Geraldine fled downwards. At this time, the mechanical hearts had arrived one after another, picking up the escapees and entering the scene for search and rescue.

Their strategy was quite radical, because most of the people who had been informed had been protected, and they were still asked to search and rescue passers-by who had not been turned into origami puppets. They were the most serious victims of this extraordinary event. The red light on the roof blocked people's sight and extraordinary perception, and also blocked the mechanical heart from exploring upwards. After completing a round of search and rescue on the floors under the red light, the mechanical heart will prepare for [cleaning].

Geraldine pressed the button, threw the controller into the official well, rushed out of the stairwell, and shouted loudly after meeting the Mechanical Heart team.

"Run! The building is going to collapse!"

Amid the deafening explosion, everyone fled the hotel and looked up at the bustling high-rise building welcoming its final closing.

The entire high-rise building was like a torn paper roll, which was gradually transformed into a torn paper doll in the explosion. The evil red light suddenly converged, then turned black and was quickly swallowed up, turning into a fine, misty smoke, like a huge black cloud covering the entire broken building, and then gradually disappeared in the air.

When Scott hurried over, the disaster had already come to an end. With the ability of the Dream Box as a backup, he was assigned by Bonova to deal with the sudden riot in the city as a priority. He knew immediately that this must be part of the cult's conspiracy.

He watched the building finally collapse into confetti flying all over the sky like snowflakes, but he didn't feel any sense of relief at all.

Because of the sudden black smoke, the all-too-familiar black smoke, the black smoke that shouldn’t have appeared here!

The black clouds rolled and disappeared in the sky, and shock and disbelief hit his mind, as if some established cognition was ruthlessly and completely shattered by the scene before him.

No, this is impossible! There is absolutely no way such a thing could appear here!

Scott looked up and saw Gloria on the platform, who also showed an expression of shock and disbelief, which was rare.

The two looked at each other and immediately read that impossible name in each other's eyes.

Nothingness and smoke!