Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Even though she had already vaguely guessed the truth, the words spoken by the person involved still stabbed Melissa's heart like a knife.

She was first shocked, then sad, and finally her face was distorted by burning anger. Her skin, her hair, and everything close to Klein faded away along with Melissa's overflowing tide of pain, leaving behind a collapse of black smoke all over the ground.

The smoke and dust cleared, revealing the out-of-control Sanning Tesla within reach.

The negative impact left by the illusion became stronger and stronger. Klein could not recover from the illusion for a while. This series of special complications such as perceptual disorders and spiritual disorder were called "Disillusionment Embers" syndrome by Leonard. Just now, due to the influence of the illusion, Klein could not control his body well in reality, which gave Shanning, who was chasing him, an opportunity to take advantage of him.

But Shanning's victory was far from easy. The scars of his out-of-control spirit and soul were constantly tearing at his remaining obsession, like a pair of filthy hands tightly grasping his faint glow. At this moment, an endless river of pain submerged this delicate branch, and chaos engulfed him.

But Shanning's victory was far from easy. Even though he had collapsed into an incomplete mythical creature, under the dual torture of losing control of his mind and tearing his soul apart, Shanning's fierce offensive still had gaps. The huge pain made him fall into a moment of confusion, and his disintegrated spirituality could not even properly drive [Rama the Fantasy].

In the momentary stalemate, Klein was the first to react. He took out a screwdriver from the Mad Hatter and fired an air cannon at the cockpit.

"boom!"

The sharp tip of the knife was nailed to the cockpit under the push of the air bullet. The huge pressure allowed the screwdriver to successfully penetrate the thick glass and directly sink into the twisted flesh and blood machine.

The screwdriver pierced through the flesh, but got stuck on the twisted mechanical growth, and was completely stuck in Shanning's body. The moment the foreign object invaded, Shanning's rationality was ignited, and the chaotic and turbulent spirituality returned again, and flowed again in the steel and iron bones of [Rama's Fantasy].

The overlapping friction sounds were like the dance music of death. The huge and bloated body actually began to spin. The yellow light crawled all over the steel body like vines, and finally gathered into six dazzling light spots on both sides of the Fantasy Rama. As the machine transformed and reorganized, the six light spots continued to extend outward, and six powerful spiritual cannons were ready to go.

Now, go ahead and crush everything!

Gears and levers sounded the horn of attack, and Rama the Fantasy roared forward like a huge tank, clearing away all obstacles and barriers in front of it, ruthlessly crushing the secret dolls on the road. The six spiritual turrets launched indiscriminate attacks on everything around them, and the fierce shells formed six deadly spirals in the air.

go ahead! go ahead!

Klein kept jumping between the puppets, buying time for the successful puppetization process. The air shells in his hands did not stop either, providing firepower cover for Klein's escape, but these powerful air shells were helpless against the iron shell in front of them, and could only produce bright sparks on the metal, occasionally leaving a few dents.

The only fragile glass made it difficult to aim at such a high-speed movement, which was extremely difficult for Klein, who had not yet recovered from the disorder and chaos.

But the chase between the rolling stone and the flea was suddenly paused. The terrifying huge machine suddenly stopped and stood there like a sculpture.

Why did he stop?

...Wait, that’s not good!

He has triggered the trap!

The spiritual warning struck Klein's mind like a hammer. Before he could react, he saw the walls around him suddenly burst out with astonishing spirituality.

Now, shock!

A deafening roar came from all directions, and then Klein and Shanning were thrown into the air by a huge force.

Not only the two people fighting, but also books, rubble, bookshelves, fragments, all objects that were not connected to the house were thrown into the air by the walls above and below, like a grand pot-shaking.

Shock! Shock!

The originally soft paper pages gained amazing speed under the huge force from all directions, turning into indestructible blades. The flying books turned into deadly birds under the high-speed movement, rushing around at the speed of a cannonball, instantly killing half of the animal puppets in the air. In the blink of an eye, blood splattered in the library again, and the flying blood and broken pieces of flesh turned into a bloody rain in the library.

Three consecutive shocks erupted in an instant. Klein, who had not yet gotten rid of the embers of disillusionment, had no way to dodge them perfectly. The sharp paper pages cut large and small cuts on Klein's body. Transparent, twisted worms squirmed and entangled in the deep and shallow wounds, and after a moment they turned into skin to fill the gap in the skin.

Shanning's [Rhapsody Rama] received even more attacks due to its huge size, but the flying birds only left rough and fine scratches on the hard steel, unable to break through the steel skin of the mechanical creature. Only the glass of Shanning's cab was severely damaged, with dense and deep scars covering the glass like a spider web, making it look shaky.

But Shanning didn't care. His personal demise had already been doomed. Only a trace of obsession drove this pile of rotten meat and broken iron to control this technological treasure and wipe out all enemies that stood in his way!

A huge amount of high-temperature steam gushed out of the pipe. Sanning, who felt gravity again, howled and raised his iron fist. The chaotic spirit ran wildly on the machine along the etched texture again. The heavy machine hit the ground with a faint glow, and circular ripples flashed in the library again.

Crazy Rama Gravitational Bound!

Like a tablecloth being lifted, the irresistible gravity tore everything in the library toward Shanning like a tidal wave. The heavy bookcases fell down one after another under this strong force, were dragged and piled up into a small mountain, and were knocked away one by one by Shanning.

His target was not the bookcases, but the fleeing Klein. The sluggish feeling just now left him with lingering fears. He needed to speed up and get rid of this troublesome guy. He couldn't let him continue to control himself in that way.

Flying books and tiny building debris formed a vortex around Shanning, but Shanning was not satisfied and immediately added heavy blows again and again. Circles of devastating gravitational waves were summoned by [Rama's Fantasy] and descended into this library.

As he wished, under the drag of multiple gravitational waves, Klein was finally unable to resist this great force and flew towards [Rama Fantasy] under the tearing of the airflow.

Finally caught this troublesome guy!

A moment of joy passed through Shanning's collapsed soul. He controlled the machine, gathered his spiritual power, and was about to deal a fatal blow to his opponent. At the same time, he could no longer control his desire to vomit, and vomited violently towards the hole in the cockpit.

Then, let you experience my pain and torture!

Filthy and smelly sticky stuff gushed out of the cab, but it spread around [Rhapsody Rama] like gas. It was the filth and pollution that Shanning vomited out under the influence of the mad hatter's screwdriver. In addition to sticky pieces of flesh and blood and twisted metal parts, there were also violent mental storms, mental pollution from Shanning's madness, and other indescribable things that came from nowhere. Now these things are entangled together, lingering like dark clouds, and sticking and squirming like liquid fuel.

The negative state brought from the illusion, the embers of disillusionment, still lingered on Klein, affecting his thoughts and actions. Facing the approaching pollution belt, Klein subconsciously took out the void match, struck it, and threw it.

Devour the pollution, black flame!

The command to burn took effect immediately when the match was lit. But the moment the match slipped out of his hand, a constant stream of regret and shock immediately flooded into Klein's mind.

No...wait...how do I...

Oh no, I shouldn’t have used that match just now!

However, it was too late. Black flames formed by the smoke and dust had risen beside him, rapidly devouring the pollution belt around Shanning.

The lightless flames burned more and more vigorously, and the black smoke rushed towards Klein like a black tide, engulfing him and trying to flow into his mouth, nose, eyes, and soul without any explanation.

The longer he was awake, the more seriously he was polluted, the stronger the influence of the illusion would be, and the more severe the symptoms of the Embers of Disillusionment would be. The contact and use of the Void Matches and Void Smoke would greatly accelerate the deterioration of the situation. The erosion and pollution of the Void and the illusion would drive Klein to ignite the Void Matches more easily in the chaos.

This will be a vicious cycle with no solution.

Now, the chaos that had accumulated for a long time finally broke through the dam, and the dark tide completely submerged Klein's world. Dizziness, nausea, headaches, and the huge sense of disharmony brought about by the spirit and senses shattered Klein's perception.

The sound of the mechanical roar in his ears began to freeze, and then began to rewind. The sharp and piercing sound of snowflakes ruthlessly crushed every sound Klein received. His vision began to distort and shatter in the black smoke. Shanning's twisted flesh was cut into several pieces and flew in all directions. Melissa's painful face rushed out of the picture in the flesh and blood, and was melted by the colorful stream of light in a moment, revealing Shanning's hideous figure.

Who is pulling my hand, is it the will of my own soul, or the claws reaching out from the illusion?

Who is facing the huge mechanical monster, Klein Moretti in the fantasy, or Is Xizil in reality?

Is this a glimmer of truth from the past, or the turmoil of present difficulties?

The illusionary compass was tightly held in my hand, but it kept flickering in my mind, like a broken neon light. All the pointers on the dial were twitching wildly and spinning repeatedly.

The thin piece of paper that separated reality and illusion in Klein's mind was finally torn into pieces.