Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Backlund is ▇▇▇ meters underground.

Dungeon ▇▇▇.

In the dim little room, a middle-aged man in a red robe sat quietly in front of a simple desk. He was thin, with black hair and brown eyes, deep eye sockets and a three-dimensional nose, and dark circles under his eyes. He was leaning back in his chair, thinking.

Alan Friedman slowly opened his eyes.

The aging light flickered a few times. Outside the dilapidated house, the originally peaceful atmosphere suddenly became agitated.

...three seconds, two seconds, one second.

Allen counted down according to his spiritual intuition, and at the last moment, the simple door curtain was lifted, and a young man in a red robe rushed in in a panic. The news he brought was so heavy that his sunken eye sockets were already filled with tears.

"Teacher... the base of Shuiliudao has fallen...

"The brothers and sisters there...all died..."

The young scout choked up. His duty was to stand guard in the tunnel outside the water channel. Every once in a while, someone from the water channel would come out to report. As long as there was still one person lingering in the entire secret base of the water channel, they would crawl out and report at any sentry post. The young scout and his companions did not wait for anyone within the specified time, which could only mean that no one in the entire water channel had survived.

As a scout, the first task for the young man and his companions should be to retreat immediately and bring the news back to the base camp. But perhaps because of the thoughts of living together day and night, or perhaps because of the friendship of sharing the same hatred and enemy, when he retreated, he ran to the entrance of the waterway to take a look.

Then he saw his brothers and sisters, whom he cared about day and night, shouting and running towards the raging fire that devoured the world, and turned into ashes.

This shocking scene brought a huge impact to the young man. He stood blankly in front of his mentor Allen, sobbing and crying, unable to utter a word.

"I understand...I understand..."

Alan stood up slowly, held the young man's face with his two rough hands, and wiped away his tears.

“Thank you for your efforts, which have allowed us to know their dedication and sacrifice in a timely manner. Our brothers and sisters have paved the way for our career with their lives, and we must cherish this fruit…

"But you don't have to feel sorry for them. They just left this painful and terrible world earlier than us. As for us who are still alive, we need to continue to linger here and complete our mission until that beautiful world where there is no difference between people comes to us..."

Alan comforted the young man kindly until he stopped crying, then left sadly after greeting him.

More exiles were looking outside the door curtain, and when the young man walked out, they reached out their hands and gently touched his shoulders or forehead one by one, until the distraught young man disappeared in front of his residence.

The dark hut returned to silence again, and then the noise outside the hut suddenly died down, as if an invisible wall suddenly rose up, isolating the hut from the outside world.

"You obviously knew it a long time ago, but you still pretended to know it just now. How hypocritical!"

A tall and strong woman walked out of another room. She was dressed like a tramp, but she had several bulging packages hanging around her waist and a large, tattered cloak covering everything, so that people could not see the equipment inside or the woman's face. The only thing that caught people's attention was the dazzling and strange golden cup in her hand.

"This is a means of comfort and encouragement. We brothers and sisters need absolute cohesion. As a general, you should not be unfamiliar with this, Ms. [Holy Axe]."

Alan replied calmly.

The scout hadn't been following him for long. In other words, judging from the dark circles under his eyes and the length of time he had been following him, the young man hadn't reached a certain level of [synchronization], and still retained most of his original strong self-awareness, rather than fully integrating into the big family of exiles. This kind of newcomer needed more comfort and guidance before he could completely become everyone's brother or sister.

The more one accepts the philosophy of Allen and the Exiles from the bottom of his heart, the deeper the degree of [Synchronize] of the young man will be. At the same time, uniform dress, uniform daily routine, uniform division of labor and cooperation... these details in daily life can increase the influence of Allen's [Synchronize] ability. When the degree of [Synchronize] rises to a certain level, the Exiles can share senses and even thoughts. The higher the degree of [Synchronize], the more the appearance, thinking concepts, technical abilities, and even extraordinary abilities and genders of the Exiles will tend to be the same without limit, and eventually reach complete consistency.

At that point, there was no difference between the Exile and Allen. The Exile was Allen, and Allen was the Exile.

“Haha, how could she not know? She said that on purpose to disgust you! Everyone can see that Holy Axe hates you! Hahahahaha——”

A burst of crazy laughter rang out from the exquisite golden cup, and was ruthlessly interrupted.

[Holy Axe] did not make any excuses, but just put the noisy [Holy Grail] into his pocket with disgust and silenced it on the spot.

Alan could understand this kind of dislike. [Holy Axe] was a high-ranking general, enjoying endless wealth and splendor in his life; while he was a lucky person in the dungeon who had received a rare higher education, coming from rags and returning to rags. Even though he had obtained the name of [Holy Sword], they were still people from two different worlds. It was understandable that [Holy Axe] felt a little awkward when he saw someone like him working with him. Alan never got angry about this.

After all, my ultimate goal is to completely eliminate these awkwardnesses and differences.

Alan thought so.

"Ms. Holy Axe, I'd like to ask when the weapons we mentioned last time will be in our hands."

"Oh, I can't make it happen for you right now. Augustus has been watching me more and more closely recently, and I need time to take care of it." Holy Axe sneered, "But you, you lost so much information about Abraham, how are you going to explain it to the chief priest?"

This raid was indeed beyond Allen's expectations, and he didn't even get enough spiritual warning. Unprepared, he could only burn his spiritual power to synchronize the exiles stationed in the water channel to himself, but because the distance was too far and the time was too short, he could only complete the synchronization of thoughts and forms, and command these discovered exiles to rush into the fire. As for the exiles stationed underground, Allen didn't dare to synchronize with himself, but let them synchronize with each other within a certain range to quickly balance individual differences.

It turns out that this strategy of attacking from both inside and outside did cause a lot of trouble for the intruder named Field Moretti. But he still easily destroyed the entire Shuiliudao stronghold. The assassination of Abraham may rest for a while, but the actions of the Ferris Cult against Abraham will not end here.

"It seems that we need to act in advance."