Mysteries: Arcana Wars

"...Wait, what's that sound..."

"Oh no! The Exiles are coming to kill us!"

The refugee at the front screamed and ran desperately towards the rail car.

The situation is really bad.

The best way now is to abandon this group of people and run away with Rad.

No, even Rad could be left behind. He could easily leave these people behind by just turning around and using some tricks. While the exiles and refugees were consuming each other, he could completely stay away from all this trouble by relying on the advantages of his extraordinary characteristics.

The cowardly approach would have saved her life at every juncture.

Luna looked at the red dot getting closer and closer and gritted her teeth.

"Quick! Everybody! Get in the car!"

As she spoke, Luna rushed forward, slapped Rad hard on the head, then picked up the little boy by the waist and jumped onto the track car in a few steps.

"Stupid kid! What are you staring at?"

Luna cursed.

"Driver! Ignore the body! Just drive forward and don't brake!"

"But, on the track..."

"Don't worry about it, leave it to me!"

The driver gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator. The powerful motor engine started running at high speed, rushing towards the oncoming exiles and crushing Atala on the rails.

The shouting exiles were getting closer.

This was the first time Rad had seen such an exile.

A dozen exiles wearing tattered red robes advanced in the tunnel like a ray of red light of destruction. Most of them were injured, but they still charged forward tirelessly. Some even inserted an iron rod into their broken legs, tied them with iron wire to serve as temporary prostheses, and then continued to run with the crowd.

The morbid and insane fanaticism tore apart the exiles' sanity. They screamed and shouted, using their guns and machetes to drive the refugees in front of them.

"Rebirth! Or, destruction!"

"Join us, be us!"

They chased these refugees all the way here from a small underground city. Everyone was almost exhausted, but those dry and fanatical exiles were still tireless. Not long ago, a layer of corpses had already covered this place, and now they would add another half meter of thickness to this land.

The exhausted refugee could no longer support himself and stumbled to the pile of corpses. The exile behind him immediately stepped forward and grabbed the refugee's collar viciously.

"Why are you running? Are you feeling guilty?

"Why don't you want to join us? You've been tortured in Backlund's underground just like us. Why don't you want to work together to create a paradise where everyone is equal for future generations?"

A tattered red robe was torn from the corpse and stuffed across the refugee's chest.

"...No, don't kill me..." The frightened refugee babbled incoherently, "I don't want to die!"

"Why refuse? Why don't you support our poor brothers and sisters underground?"

the Exile roared.

"Or were you once one of those who oppressed us, and you only begged in front of us in order to escape the blame and live in disgrace?

“If you have no guilt in your heart, why don’t you wear it?

"That's right! That's right! You must be hiding something! You must be the target of our revenge!

"Go to hell, you beast!"

With a gunshot, the terrified refugee's head exploded and he fell to the ground, becoming part of the tunnel.

Under this fierce attack, some refugees who were captured put on red robes tremblingly in order to survive. Then the madness and fanaticism immediately tore his reason apart, making him take up the gun and machete, become a member of the exiles, and slash at the refugees in front of him.

Soon the exiles exhausted the refugees who were driven over and rushed towards the rail car.

Under Luna's trick, a layer of solid and sharp spikes condensed on the front of the rail car. With the help of the master of tricks and the electric motor, it violently crushed the bodies on the rails along the way, and with its heavy body, it slammed heavily into the team of exiles.

Screams, cries, and screams were heard, mixed with harsh friction sounds. The ice cones were immediately stained with blood and pierced the exile's flesh.

Even the approach of death could not stop the exile's rage. The dying man, scraped on the icicle, swung his weapon mechanically but could not hit the glass of the cab until the last moment of his life.

"Driver! Don't brake!"

"No! There are too many things on the track! We're going to derail!"

"Then change lanes at the fork in the road ahead, in the direction with fewer bodies!"

Luna yelled.

She quickly climbed over the cab and stood directly at the back of the truck bed.

"Just keep going at full speed, and leave the rest to me!"

The scattered exiles immediately turned around, screaming the names of their fallen companions, and chased after the rail car again.

They burst out with amazing strength and speed, and even gradually narrowed the distance with the rail car.

Then some exiles started shooting. Some stray bullets passed through Luna's spiritual wall and hit the refugees in the bumpy car, causing another round of screams to break out in the car.

Wait, that's...

Spiritual Bullet?!

Why do these exiles have such advanced equipment? ! !

Before she could be surprised, Luna once again strengthened the spiritual wall for the rail car, and then fought directly against the exiles.

The invisible hand spread out completely, scratching the walls of the tunnel, and large pieces of dirt, pipes, and corpses scattered on the ground all flew towards the exiles behind the car.

Anyway, everyone has seen me, so now I have no choice but to fight!

The wailing came from behind the truck bed, the wailing came from inside the truck bed, and the wailing filled Rad's whole world. He sat in the truck bed dully and numbly, tears flowing silently. The swaying of his body came from the badness of the track, and the badness of the track was the resentment of the corpse.

Overnight, everything seemed to be shattered. Those who once gave him love and education were killing each other with another group of people who gave him love and education. The once fragile beauty and vision disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Why is this happening? What went wrong?

why?

Rad's immature and shallow intelligence made it impossible for him to understand all this.

He touched the package with trembling hands. For some reason, a bright corner of the ominous red robe appeared, lingering around.

Sister Luna would never flee with the red robe.

Rad didn't think too much about it. He just held a corner of the red robe and rubbed it absent-mindedly.

Perhaps, just as the exiles shouted, this world is completely hopeless. No matter if they want to survive or not, they will always die in ways they don't expect for various reasons.

All people's wishes and expectations will be crushed by this world.

Maybe the exiles were right.

This world is crazy, sick, and dead. No one’s dreams can germinate and grow. So we have to destroy this world completely before a beautiful new world can flourish in the pure land.

Backlund needs to be destroyed before he can be reborn.

Now, the exile is the fire.

Rad stood up from the truck and put on a red robe.

I am the flame.