Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"Is" looked straight into Melissa's brown eyes and walked towards the huge prototype step by step. The mechanical components captured by him floated and rotated silently in the air.

"I really don't belong here. If you think I'm from the stars, that's fine."

With just one word of acknowledgment, Melissa's prototype suddenly erupted again. Huge and sharp blades popped out of its limbs, then rotated, turning into two deadly flowers, and the gears and machines sang a mechanical dance and charged forward.

"I knew it... I knew it! You admitted it!!

"You just want to snatch my baby!"

A crazy and evil laugh burst out from Shanning's rotten flesh, and the hand knife made of fine steel split Klein in half before he could dodge. The twisted transparent worm was like a surging sticky slurry, wriggling towards the other half of the body that was moving away, trying to fill this huge gap.

This clumsy but successful attack gave Shanning a glimpse of victory. He screamed in excitement, and more spiritual metal blades slid out of the metal body of Rama. They were all spiritual metals forged by Mrs. Manstein herself, with more powerful properties than ordinary metals. The sharp blades could easily split the spiritual wall of the demigod.

The crazy blade drew a deadly arc in the air, but suddenly froze and stagnated in the air. It seemed that invisible threads tightly wrapped around the prototype's body and limbs, making Melissa unable to move.

"…This is…this aura…as expected…"

"Is" completely ignored the prototype's threatening movements, strolled forward, and carefully examined the long dagger extending from the prototype's left forearm.

"It would be better to replace this dagger that is stained with aura with a metal blade that contains spirituality. Do not use this dagger unless you are in a life-or-death crisis. If other angels on earth discover your relationship with that great being, you will easily be at a disadvantage."

"Oh, so I can become your tool and pawn just like this?!"

Melissa roared, and then the whole library flashed with dazzling light again.

Shock!

The force field flips, the pages of the book fly, and the buildings collapse!

After the violent shock, the gravitational field of the entire library changed drastically. For everything in the room, the spacious library suddenly rolled like a kaleidoscope.

The falling pages of the book made a snowfall in the library. In this heavy snow, Yis was like a gentleman strolling along the rolling wall, but he kept up with the speed of the gravity field. He raised his hand and a crowbar swam over from the floating cloud of parts and fell into his hand.

It was just an ordinary old crowbar, just an ordinary swing, and the books that had fallen to the ground and were rolling around were once again lifted into the air, and the gradually weakened snow became restless once more.

Across the ominous snow, "Is" holding a crowbar looked at Melissa who took the opportunity to escape and was ready to attack at the other end of the room.

"I thought we could talk."

The reply that came through the heavy snow was Shanning's sharp blade.

The chase was repeated many times and was tirelessly staged again. The waves of chaos washed Klein's mind back and forth. He tried to gain a bit of clarity in the invasion of nothingness and grab the opponent's floating spiritual threads. However, Klein's body and spirit seemed to have betrayed his will. The black spiritual threads gently passed through his palms, making him look as embarrassed as a poor man who fell into the water and struggled to grab the life-saving straw.

"I came here in accordance with the command of the Father. His ultimate goal is to sneak me and my brothers across that terrible barrier."

Klein's lips trembled, and unfamiliar words flowed out of his throat.

"According to Father God's plan, as a forerunner, I first sent a small clone to sneak across the barrier during the turmoil before the end of the Fifth Epoch. Here, I established the necessary 'connections' and observed whether this place could really survive the inevitable death in the prophecy."

No, those voices, they are not in my throat, they are not my voices, they are in my head, in my body, in my soul…

They are my voice.

boom! !

Melissa's sharp blade actually shattered the bookshelf that was originally invulnerable to swords and guns. Facing the flying wood chips, Klein did not dodge. Instead, he stretched out his hand to meet the sharp wooden thorns, allowing his hand to be cut in half, revealing tangled, colorful and eroded silk threads instead of transparent and strange worms, exposing his most evil nature to her.

The mental shock of looking directly at the mythical creature dealt a heavy blow to Melissa's mind, but she did not stop her attack, and the blade and fury attacked Klein like a whirlwind.

"I need a complete and real enough relationship to establish a real enough [Is-Shizil], so that the spirit world, the astral world, and the underworld can all recognize [him] as a real, native person. In this way, I can establish a real and stable "connection" with the civilization of this planet. If this civilization really succeeds in surviving the predicted doomsday, then with this connection, I can come here in its entirety with my Father God and brothers.

“But this is only my Father’s plan, not mine.

“My brother and I have only one goal, and that is to completely escape the control and imprisonment of Father God.

"So in this plan, a stable and complex social network is an important part. Becoming a university lecturer who can contact many students and having a stable family relationship will establish more connections with this civilization. I can indeed use extraordinary means to edit and weave these connections and turn them into what I need. But the more I use my extraordinary abilities in this regard, the easier it will be for the original gods on this planet to discover me as a stowaway, and the less recognition and feedback I will get from this civilization. Therefore, I need to build the most real connections with the minimum intervention of extraordinary power. The richer these real and identity-compliant connections are, the more real and credible the existence of [Is Xizil] will be.

"You are a very good choice. You are a young single scholar who has just made a name for yourself in a famous university, and you are the focus of the Steam Church's training. Although you are not born in a noble family, you have dealt with and understood all classes of this society. These factors will help me establish a deeper connection with this civilization. In particular, your rational and exploratory character can help me understand and discover the secrets of this planet and the truth of society.

"But when I chose you as the core of the plan, I didn't realize that you had such a close relationship with other great beings. But now, I think I have a better plan."

Facing Melissa's violent attack, Klein was still hiding. It was as if he had read through all of Melissa's questions and doubts. Although Melissa hadn't started her interrogation yet, Klein had already told her everything she wanted to know. This made Melissa feel her own insignificance and powerlessness once again. Her struggle was ultimately nothing more than a minor fight that posed no threat to these great beings.

Here it is again...

That's it again!

Again!! Like this!!

That nameless rage once again engulfed Melissa, and the majestic spirituality drove the prototype to overload!

"Enough, enough!"

The sharp blade made of gray mist burst out at an astonishing speed, spinning from top to bottom and cutting a huge gash in the opponent's body. Bunches of tangled and twisted ropes wrapped in strange and colorful colors gushed out from the crack in the skin.

"So what am I in your eyes?!

"A tool to complete the plan? A foil to complete the setting? A machine to accompany the protagonist?!

"Is it the background for writing the legendary story of your long journey? Or is it the rendering and setting off of your great character and rebellious spirit?

“Is it a passer-by, a medium or a stepping stone!?

“Is it a reliance, a means of support, or a destination!?

"Tell me! What am I in your damn narrative of gods?!

"Reply! Answer! Me!!!"

“Who am I!!!”

Melissa's roar suddenly stopped, and a beam of light sprinkled on the prototype's arm. With the sound of metal stirring, the outermost layer of mechanical parts bathed in light actually fell off the solid shell and flew away like a butterfly.

"You're Melissa Moretti."

[Lively Flashlight] It was unknown when it came into Klein's hands. Wherever the light shone, various parts on the surface disintegrated and fell apart, flying in all directions.

Klein slowly approached Melissa step by step, quietly watching the prototype in front of him disintegrate layer by layer like an onion.

The huge mechanical monster gradually revealed its hideous skeleton, but Melissa still refused to admit defeat and continued to roar forward while dragging the gradually collapsing prototype.

But the next second, with a loud bang, the four limbs of the prototype instantly lost connection with each other, and the entire body completely fell apart.

"I remember that I also made quite a few components for this prototype."

The cockpit, which lost its support, fell heavily to the ground, rolling into a large hole on the ground that had not yet been repaired.

Klein walked slowly towards the wreckage of Shanning and Rhapsodyne. It turned out that the [Lively Flashlight] in his hand had rolled away somewhere. Uncontrolled smoke and dust flowed out from the wounds on his body and gathered into a black sword in his hand.

But this sword was erratic and unreal, making people doubt its existence. Klein subconsciously grasped it, and felt the roughness and coldness of the old metal in his hand. He looked down and saw that the black smoke and dust had disappeared. There was no sword left.

Oh, it's a crowbar.

He climbed up to the cockpit step by step and finally saw the bleeding pilot under the glass.

"in my eyes……"

Crane watched himself raise the crowbar and pierce Melissa's chest.

“You’ve always been Melissa Moretti.”

There was no screaming, no roaring, not even any questions, only an indignant, blood-stained hand tremblingly climbing up the old crowbar, and then another hand grabbed Klein's wrist.

But Melissa actually smiled.

As her smile bloomed on her disheveled face, her eyes changed from a charming brown to a bottomless black in the blink of an eye, the blood splattered everywhere began to flow back, the old retro skirt began to glow with bright colors, and even the fine lines on her face began to disappear.

In an instant, time began to flow backwards for her, and the mature and embarrassed female scholar turned back into a young girl in her twenties in the blink of an eye.

After suffering the torture of the struggle between reality and illusion, Klein finally broke the string, gradually lost consciousness, and fell into a coma.

"Great, this gift..."

The phantom Melissa touched Klein's face.

“…I really caught up…”