Mysteries: Arcana Wars

After knowing the information Fors had obtained, Leonard did not assert himself. He just led Fors forward, passing the Seven of Hearts and Klein. Unknowingly, he and Fors became the ones leading the way.

The layout of the entire furniture city factory was distorted by the pollution of the extraordinary disaster. They had clearly left the collapsed office area, but they encountered a brand new office area. After a few more turns, three vertical elevator doors suddenly appeared on the ground, half covering each other and embedded in the floor tiles. And the wall that should have been a vertical elevator no longer had elevator doors for normal people to use, but was densely packed with metal elevator doors as big as mobile phones, which decayed and collapsed with the passage of time. From a distance, it looked like a piece of bread full of insects.

Some of the mutated and twisted mini elevator doors had fallen off, revealing the dark elevator shaft. Fors was horrified at the first glance and dared not look at the black hole again, as if it was a trap that would eat people's souls.

Everything is arranged in this furniture city in a way that goes beyond normal logic, yet so naturally as if they were built this way, and then collapsed together with the damage of time and earthquakes.

This is too weird, For thought. Everything is what she has encountered in her life, but it is presented in a completely distorted form. At first glance, it looks like a familiar and warm place to live, but when people get closer, they find that everything has collapsed, just like an innocent child who took the original house apart like building blocks, and had no idea of ​​the correct way to build it. He just put the building blocks back together for his own fun and bad taste, and finally created a weird place that seems to be real but is not.

A little bear with a distorted face appeared on the crooked shelf, with three legs and four arms randomly connected to its plush body. As the perspective changed, Fors saw that behind the plush bear, there were a dozen identical distorted little bears connected in a weird way, like a weird image copied and pasted in large quantities in computer software, and finally formed a disgusting long-haired centipede, winding around the shelf that was about to collapse.

This kind of strange objects beyond common sense fill the entire space, and yet they decay and age in a seemingly normal state under the erosion of time.

Fors looked around nervously, listening to the changing intensity of the echoes in his head to determine the direction. The adventurer was behind him, holding the Seven of Hearts and the Thinker's Chair.

Apparently dissatisfied with the adventurer forcing him to report the news, the Seven of Hearts kept talking about the robbery case that was suspected to be related to something else, like a childish revenge. As for the latter's nonsense that was like the words added by the author of an online novel, Klein kept thinking about the information that the Seven of Hearts had provided before.

【Exile】

Putting all this information together, it seems that this organization is a group of people who rob the rich and give to the poor. They raid and rob the wealthy organizations and gangs in the underground city, and then help those who are in difficulty. In the chaotic and disordered underground city, these people who have no extraordinary abilities and criminal courage, and live in a sloppy and reluctant way, are the silent majority. The shallower the location of the underground city, the closer it is to the prosperous city, and the more ordinary poor people gather. Those places far away from the above-ground cities have some fragile stability and order because ordinary refugees are difficult to reach or there are oligarchs controlling the underground city.

But if you look at each of these links separately, it seems very strange and bad. Driving out gangs in a bloody way, indiscriminately killing customers and staff of the exchange, slaughtering underground black-hearted factories, blowing up black market banks, suicide attacks...

Especially the slogans shouted by these exiles, they seem to have great hatred and disgust for those who hold wealth. Judging from their appearance, the attackers who participated in the Cotton Alley explosion seemed to be ordinary residents of the underground city, and some were even malnourished refugees. But they were very firm in their beliefs and full of sacrifice. The most terrifying thing is that, unlike their refugee appearance, they have a high degree of mobility and organization, and are very eager to recruit new members. Under this unusual behavior pattern, a familiar feeling gradually came to my mind...

【Preaching】

These people...are they preaching?

This behavior may not literally be promoting a belief in a specific god, but rather promoting an idea, a spirit, an extreme but very inspiring goal...

Do not……

Is this really just the will of "man", or is there still the will of "God" behind it?

Just as he thought of this, Klein's train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the pull of the Seven of Hearts.

"Hey, Violent Man, look at that thing, doesn't it look a little too 'complete'?"

"You can call me Herman, or if you don't know basic manners, you can just say goodbye to your tongue."

Even though he said those harsh words, Klein still looked carefully in the direction pointed by the Seven of Hearts.

It seemed like a pile of tattered pillows and cushions. The fabric had long been tattered by the ravages of time and the corrosion of dust. The fillings had leaked out from large and small holes, and were stuck to other fabrics due to pollution and distortion.

But there is a touch of grayish yellow inside that is very eye-catching.

It was buried in a pile of tattered pillows, with only its head sticking out. It looked like a well-preserved yellow round pillow.

But these things were blocked by heavy metal shelves, and no one could reach them with just their hands. Several thick cement slabs blocked the shelves, making it impossible to move them.

"Do you think it's some extraordinary item?" The Seven of Hearts asked with interest, and then answered herself, "I don't know, but at least I think it's definitely something extraordinary."

The detective and the adventurer didn't speak, and it was obvious that they didn't really trust their proposal and were wondering whether it was worth spending time to verify and obtain the mat.

The Seven of Hearts saw it, but she wasn't angry about it.

"Okay, I know you want it but you're not willing to put in the effort, waiting to use me as a knife. Well, I, the Seven of Hearts, won't care about such a small matter. According to the deal, I have to do whatever you want me to do now."

As he spoke, the Seven of Hearts swaggered towards the stuck shelf, and then flexed his fingers in front of everyone. In just a moment, several playing cards appeared between his nimble fingers.

With a turn of his hands, every card was a "Seven of Hearts".

He smiled, took two steps away from the shelf, and then swung his hand to send the playing cards flying.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The playing cards stabbed towards the mountain of mats quickly. The moment the playing cards collided with the objects, they immediately caused a violent explosion.

boom!

The tattered mats and fragile shelves were shattered by the playing cards, raising huge amounts of dust.

In contrast to the power of the explosion, the Seven of Hearts, which was responsible for detonating the explosion, was blasted onto a distant shelf as if it had been hit by a cannon, completely smashing it. Mountains of debris fell down and broke into pieces.

The yellow pillow finally passed through the dust from the explosion and landed at Klein's feet along with large and small fragments. He squatted down, covering his mouth and nose, and vigorously brushed away the fragments that fell on it.

A funny guy was looking at him sideways.