Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Since he was still carrying Fors, Klein was unable to perform the fire jump, so he had to use the paper soldiers and the secret doll to counter the suicide attack of the drone, while he moved sideways to protect Fors.

The twisted air sent heat waves to Klein's face. Although he was not burned, he still felt oppressive. Before they landed, another group of drones had already approached Klein from the other side.

According to the information Leonard had provided earlier, the Church of Storms' "Seagull" series of drones were engineless drones that were completely powered by the wind of the Punishers. They were weapons and equipment that the Punishers used specifically in urban combat.

In other words, when the Seagull drone appears on the battlefield, it means that there is at least one "Wind-Follower" of Storm Path Sequence 6 operating it nearby!

Klein turned in the air, and a row of sharp gray mist paper blades flew out of his hands. After a few ding-ding-ding sounds, the paper blades broke through the steel, and a series of violent explosions rang in his ears.

If you hurry forward, you will soon reach the slums. The chaotic and crowded slums are a great place to hide!

It seemed that the Church of Storms had already reacted. The number of Seagulls behind Klein increased. They were like a group of lingering wasps, rushing towards Klein in groups, and their speed was getting faster and faster.

This made it more difficult for Klein and the puppets to use their gray fog paper blades. After a brief hesitation, Klein reluctantly took out a Void Match, and put it back into his sleeve after a moment. The strange experiences during this period made Klein very wary of this [Void Match]. Countless mysteries shrouded it, but it was very easy to use, as if it was tempting him to use this unknown power. Before he figured it out, Klein thought it would be better to use it less.

So he shook his wrist, and the gray fog paper blade ignited with fire, and a random red light flashed, rushing towards the crowded group of drones. Before the operator could react, the small group of drones disappeared in the explosion and sea of ​​fire.

The flames shot up into the sky and illuminated Klein's face. For a moment, the streets seemed to return to daylight, but Klein did not feel the heat wave coming towards him.

Klein suddenly realized that something was wrong. Not only the burning sensation of the heat wave, but also the cutting sensation of the wind blade quietly disappeared from his perception.

Then a wave of nausea, dizziness and detachment swept over him, attacking his control over his body, touch, hearing, smell, vision... all his senses disappeared quickly like the receding tide, leaving behind barren and dark reefs.

The misty haziness quickly permeated Klein's soul, and was about to form an indestructible thick barrier.

Klein realized that reality was slipping away from him.

But he was helpless.

Klein gradually lost control of his body and finally fell from the tall building. In order to prevent Fors on his shoulder from smashing into the mud, he grabbed at things passing by, but failed repeatedly, and fell and hit between the poles and shields.

With the last bit of perception, Klein finally grabbed a flag somewhere. But the inferior cloth could not save the people falling into nothingness, and could only wrap the two of them and rush down along the thin flagpole. However, Klein had completely lost his ability to move, and finally, amid Fors's screams, he broke through something and fell to the ground. Soon, even Fors's screams disappeared in his world.

Klein could feel himself falling, but he could only feel himself falling. Fors on his shoulder, the shaking luggage, the heat wave from the explosion, all disappeared from his world. The false illusion now overran all his senses, depriving him of all power to perceive the real world.

No... it wasn't just a void of nothingness. Klein couldn't help but devote all his energy to carefully listening to the whispers lingering in his ears. It seemed to be the only thing that existed in this void, the only nectar that his dry senses could receive.

The sound was layered and melodious, as if many people were singing in his ears, chanting an unknown language...

...What are they singing...A requiem...?

The unknown language seemed to gradually become clearer and was about to become understandable. Klein suddenly realized that something was wrong and immediately forced himself to pull away from the whispers in his ears.

The more you understand, the more you will be trapped in it; the more you are trapped in it, the more you will understand it!

This is the extraordinary world! Knowing is pollution!

Klein didn't know what would happen if he really understood those whispers. Would he be completely dragged into the abyss of nothingness, or would he be completely contaminated by an unknown existence?

Just as he was celebrating, an unknown tune suddenly rose in his ears, shocking his shaky consciousness. Klein even felt that his consciousness was smooth for a few moments, and after he stabilized his mind again, the dark world suddenly became agitated.

The noisy sound of snowflakes mixed with the loud chanting in his ears, and some kind of chaotic fluctuations were transmitted to Klein's perception. He was still falling, but he couldn't be sure, as if "falling" was just a possible perceptual signal, not a fact.

Because a certain stable but blurry image was eroding Klein's vision, like a movie curtain fixed on the wall, firmly fixed in Klein's field of vision, giving him a strange illusion that he was sitting in a movie theater watching a movie. However, these movies brought their own mental pollution, torturing his fragile and shaky spirit all the time.

In his hazy state, Klein vaguely saw someone walking towards him in the void.

Like a broken tape, a woman holding a kerosene lamp walked forward on the flickering ripples. The faint light illuminated her feet. A small piece of stone brick formed under her feet in the light and disappeared in the faint flickering.

Klein, who was dazed, suddenly recognized that it was Melissa.

Different from any version of Melissa in her memory, the Melissa in the swaying picture in front of her was already quite old, looking about 30 or 40 years old. She tied up her long black hair, put on a pair of dense windproof goggles on her head, and changed into a capable trouser suit, just like a mature lady. Unlike the phantom Melissa with black pupils, the Melissa in front of her still had brown pupils in her memory.

But Crane never imagined that there would be such a side to Melissa.

Melissa looked a bit ferocious at this moment, with flames burning in her brown eyes. Anger, disappointment, confusion, and complex and indescribable emotions were the fuel for the fire. Her eyes were even red from crying, and her mature face was covered with tiny wounds and traces of tears that had not yet dried.

"Is-Shizil!"

Melissa yelled with a hoarse voice. Her slender body was covered with various weapons and props, each of which looked weathered and was a product of the steam age. Many of them might be extraordinary items, but they were obviously not used to their full potential.

"You liar! Bastard!"

She walked forward menacingly while accusing hysterically.

"Tell me! Answer me! Face me!"

Seven bullets flew around meaninglessly, and full of resentment they were loaded into the chamber once again.

"Is our meeting just a script you have manipulated? Are my feelings just a toy for your entertainment? My beauty, my time, my dreams... are all the things I cherish just garbage that you sneer at? Or, am I actually nothing, and everything about me has never entered your indifferent eyes?"

Goggles covered her amber flame.

"Why on earth did you come into my life? What am I to you!?"

"Who are you, Is-Shizil?

"Or, should I call you..."

Melissa's scorching muzzle once again pointed at Klein's forehead. Through the transparent glass lens, Klein could even feel the spreading sadness in Melissa's eyes.

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