Mysteries: Arcana Wars

As soon as Gehrman finished speaking, the power of wish was forcibly activated in a way that was inconsistent with the original operating program. However, due to the madness and dislocation of the user, this wish was completely distorted.

The ball of light representing the power of wish shattered, and the colors of the surrounding threads kept flickering and changing, indicating a huge change in the situation.

Alan's original body exploded first, his flesh and blood rolled out from the inside out, and each part of his body no longer wanted to embrace each other. Under the bloody and rotten flesh, an evil red light burst out from the flesh and blood. As the ceremony progressed, parts of Alan had been transformed into some kind of soft cloth composed of glow, and now this part also hated each other, turning into several flags and rushing out of Alan's body.

The physical torture had not yet stopped, and the mental torture followed. Misery, anger, grief, disgust, regret, inferiority...all kinds of powerful negative emotions gathered into a powerful mental torrent, impacting Alan's soul again and again. On the rock of his firm and persistent ideal, the green seedling of self-hatred broke through the stone and quickly grew into a towering tree, and its strong roots completely crushed the boulder of faith.

Allen had never hated himself so much, loathed himself so much, and was so hostile to himself. All kinds of emotions invaded his mind and became spiritual weapons to attack himself.

"I...can't die yet..."

Alan's fragile spirit clung to the last shred of faith.

"One hour... I just need to hold on for another hour..."

The wounds inflicted by the exiles in Backlund were not painful enough, not severe enough, and not enough to make hundreds of millions of people reflect on the city's chronic illness from generation to generation!

They need more intense fire! More painful wounds! More terrible disasters! !

Alan could no longer think about whether his beliefs were distorted by the God of Sky and became an excuse to whitewash the evil deeds of the Outer Gods, or whether it was the path of sacrifice that he believed in from the bottom of his heart and believed that this path would begin with his great sacrifice.

The strange and twisted wishes are still spreading. All the exiles in the resonance area have become Allen, and all of them have become the target of the wish. The erosion of the body and the collapse of the mind are spreading among Allen like a plague.

The collapsed flesh and blood monsters longed for fusion and acceptance. They sought embrace from the material waves in the resonance realm, but they were rejected under the influence of their wishes.

Destined to be lonely! Destined to be miserable! Destined to be disillusioned!

But Gehrman seemed unsatisfied, and he took out a bunch of black silk threads from his mouth and threw them into the air. The silk threads tied up the broken flesh and blood of the secret puppet again, and forcibly wrapped it into the shape of the mouse when it was alive, forming a kind of flesh and blood puppet, and launched an attack on the Allens in the audience.

The forcibly fabricated flesh and blood puppets were like a poor imitation of the secret puppets, bloodily trampling on the remains of Alan crawling on the ground.

The more endangered and oppressed you are, the more you must resist and unleash stronger waves and power to fight back.

At the same time, you will become more blind!

Make a scene! Make a scene! Use more strength!

Hurry up! Get to that——

Threshold!

When Alan finally gathered his strength to launch a counterattack, he found that the corpse puppets had stopped.

He looked up and found that Hermann was already standing at the edge of the dungeon.

He stood there, as if standing on an unreachable towering cliff, looking indifferently at the raging waves below his feet, and he was just a small figure strangled by the waves, about to be swept into the terrible abyss by the current.

“Hahahahahaha – hi!”

Hermann laughed at Alan's embarrassment unscrupulously. He took off his Mad Hatter and waved it goodbye, then turned and ran away.

"Goodbye, you stupid bastard!

"Hahahahahahahahaha..."

With a puff of black smoke, Germann passed through the wall and disappeared into Alan's world.

No... it wasn't just vision. It wasn't that Gehrman couldn't see or hear. Allen found that something in his mind seemed to have disappeared as well.

He clearly remembered that the person he had just fought with was the sleeping crazy adventurer Hermann, but something seemed different from before.

It was as if Hermann's disappearance took away some suspicious traces as well. All those weird, strange, and uneasy traces were wiped out by Hermann.

What Allen didn't know was that this was also the reason why He didn't use His higher-level abilities to quickly resolve the problem just now.

The higher the rank of the ability he uses, the harder it is for him to clean up the battlefield and eliminate traces. By forcibly connecting the abilities of the fortune teller through some [lines of connection], he can easily eliminate suspicion and traces, and also make it easier to pass the buck and avoid detection.

It was just a trance, and Allen seemed to have forgotten that Hermann had just eliminated some of his traces, and only remembered how he fled in the end.

...Why did Hermann suddenly run away?

Wait... No!

Click.

Following a crisp sound, Alan noticed with horror that there was actually a well-preserved stone tablet in this area of ​​resonance.

One! Unscathed! The Night Monument!!

The resonance field failed to integrate and synchronize it, and even Alan did not discover it. Everyone on the battlefield ignored this old dark stone tablet, but it was incredibly preserved from the terrifying and strange extraordinary battlefield!

...No...these stone tablets...these stone tablets blooming everywhere in the underground city...

They are not just ordinary monuments with stamps on them! Absolutely not…absolutely not!!!

What kind of monument was built by the residents? It's all bullshit!

That must be the Church of Night! Absolutely!

...they are...they are...

And now! It actually——

Broken! ! !

Allen completely understood that Hermann was forcing him to exert his supernatural power. Once he crossed this threshold, the terrible thing sealed in the stone tablet would burst out!

But it was too late to realize it now. The front of the stone tablet was completely shattered, and a puppet in a black dress and black gauze stepped out of the dark stone chamber.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying force like a tide suddenly crushed the entire resonance area!

It is a soft hangman's rope, a sweet mustard gas, a warm injection, and an endless and irresistible divine power.

There is no longer any rejection that can stand above this spiritual tide.

Before Alan could react, he was completely drowned by this gentle and deadly tide.

Endless peace healed every sad wound in his soul. Whether it was sadness, grief, loneliness, or anger, regret, all were washed away in this dark sea.

Only eternal peace.

The resonance realm was completely shattered. Whether it was the living Alan or the dead marionette, whether it was the lonely body or the out-of-control matter, everything in the realm was lifeless and fell into eternal silence.

The doll wrapped in black gauze took a deep look at the place where Hermann disappeared, then completely shattered, turning into pure spirituality and joining this mysterious power.

As Allen fell silent, the effect of this divine power spread among all the exiles. The people wearing red robes had once made up their minds to share Allen's beliefs, and therefore shared Allen's power. Now, the exiles are connected by fate, sharing Allen's peace and death together.

Whether on the ground or underground of Backlund, people in red robes fell like a tide. They gathered around each other and embraced the final peace until the flames were completely extinguished.

The red wave died on the streets of Backlund, leaving a layer of dark red and moist moss between the tall buildings.

The algae will eventually dry up, and the story will eventually die down. The wave cannot catch Backlund when it comes, and it cannot stay in Backlund when it leaves. It just came, and Backlund is still there.

Just like every time over the centuries.