Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The subsequent pioneers followed closely behind, rushing towards Plum Blossom Five from the darkness. Plum Blossom Five took a step ahead and turned around to disappear into the embrace of the smoke. The next second, two pairs of black hands stretched out from the smoke, and when the smoke kissed their ankles, they harvested the lives of the two pioneers respectively.

"Tsk, one is the real body, and the other is a dummy." Cube Three quickly kicked away the corpse and the wooden block, "Be careful, their high-end combat power is still behind!"

"Then we can't just wait here for them."

The Seven of Hearts licked her lips.

"Now it's time for us to move forward at full speed and take the initiative - who's in favor? Who's against?"

Actions speak louder than words. Everyone said nothing, but followed the Seven of Hearts forward tacitly.

Relying on Klein's divination, the team descended into the battlefield from a tricky narrow hole and encountered the main force of the Tianming Cult, taking them by surprise.

Under the cover of smoke, the four-man poker team worked together seamlessly, moving quickly across the battlefield. The Five of Spades and the Seven of Hearts kept moving around the enemy team, while the Three of Diamonds covered Derrick as he harassed the enemy with firepower everywhere, and from time to time he wielded his dagger and staff to suddenly cut off the enemy's extraordinary skills that were still being cast.

The team was reducing the enemy's numbers in a chaotic but efficient manner, leaving Klein with no chance to attack.

Seeing such strong teamwork, Klaus couldn't help but feel gratified.

Although these younger generations always seem to be out of tune, they are surprisingly reliable at critical moments. In this battle, they have inherited and developed many excellent abilities. Cooperation, coordination, mutual assistance, restraint, tactics... This is an effect that Klein could not achieve when he was in this sequence. It is really an exquisite battle!

This made Klein feel relaxed, excited, happy, and joyful. It made his whole body feel refreshed. It seemed that there were waves of intense pleasure rising from the depths of his spirit, blooming his spirituality into clusters of colorful fireworks in the world inside his mind.

No…no…no!!

This is not a battle - this is a beautiful picture and gorgeous music!

This is art, this is enjoyment, this is splendid. It is beautiful, happy, gorgeous, fun, charming, magnificent and romantic...

This is a——

A grand performance!

That's awesome, kids!

I have to admit, you guys succeeded in pleasing me!

Wonderful! Wonderful!

Klein couldn't help but burst into laughter and clapped his hands vigorously.

Wonderful! Wonderful!

But, children, there is still one thing, that is...

Is your tempo a bit...too slow?

Too slow, too slow, too slow!!

The rhythm of this performance should be faster, stronger, more conflicting and more intense!

Now, it's time to fast forward the show!

In the chaotic battlefield, where no one paid attention, Kress walked briskly forward.

Take a step, raise your hand, and press down.

The believers froze at this moment and flew straight up together, hanging above the cave.

All the Tianming believers in front of him were instantly lifted into the air and became secret puppets.

The cave was silent for a while. The remaining companions walked out of the smoke and looked at Klaus silently.

Those beams of blazing light made Klein shudder violently, and he suddenly broke free from his morbid enthusiasm and joy.

Wait, what just happened?

Was all this done by me?

Klein looked up and was shocked by the row of neatly hung secret dolls. He thought of Antigonus, Zaratul, and the Blessing and Infinite Heavenly Lord who was always eager to devour him.

A strong feeling of nausea surged like a tide, pulling Klein's mind out of blindness and madness, and then drowning him in the icy deep sea of ​​fear.

He struggled desperately in chaos and pain, but the morbid and fanatical pleasure just now squirmed and spread from the sea of ​​​​the soul, licking Klein's spirit, leaving behind a thick and sticky pleasure, sweet and fragrant, irresistible, and penetrating into the bone marrow.

Admit it, Lord of Mysteries! You just enjoy playing with living beings and teasing the world!

No…this isn’t me!

"Bravo!"

The cave erupted in deafening applause and cheers. The Seven of Hearts' hands were swollen from clapping, and she even whistled and shouted at the top of her lungs.

"Well done, Hermann! You've done a great job!

"You are so lovable. You are destined to join us crazy bastards! You will definitely bring endless fun to everyone!"

...No...It's not me...I'm not like that...

There was a suffocating enthusiasm flashing in the eyes of the playing cards. They were deeply attracted by this twisted pleasure, and expressed their pursuits and desires in a chaotic chattering.

It was not until this moment that Klein truly realized that these guys were a bunch of twisted, eccentric, hopeless, and hysterical lunatics!

Madman! Bastard! Asshole! There is no hope for him!

But in this frenzy, Klein felt a tiny but real sting!

That was the gaze from Derrick, his clear eyes were filled with fear and panic, carefully hidden under the collective enthusiasm, clapping hard.

"That's... that's great! Mr. Hermann, you're amazing!"

no no……

No no no no no no!!!

that's not me!

The poker cards gathered around him with laughter and screams, but Klein wanted to escape. But his limbs were empty and he couldn't move. He had just fallen into a mad outburst, which mercilessly drained his spirituality, leaving him almost exhausted after the tide receded.

It was as if at that moment, the pleasure-seeking god descended upon Klein's soul and unscrupulously played with Klein's lowly and broken body.

That's not me! That's not me!!

That must be a trick of the Heavenly Lord! It is the pollution of the outer gods! It is the malice in the unknown darkness that distorts my soul and spirit! It is the evil pollution of my cognition and personality! !

It must be like this! It must be like this!!

Klein forced himself to control the urge to collapse and scream. He opened the suitcase tremblingly, took out several bottles of potion and drank them all in one gulp.

The time was still too short. Emlyn had limited materials, and Fors had sent all the potions he could use, but it was still not enough.

Three hundred years had changed the urban environment of Backlund and Bayam a lot, which made it difficult for Fors to open the door and teleport. But thanks to the help of several people in the Tarot Club, Fors still managed to smuggle the magic medicine supplies to Kress within a day.

A little bit of spirituality gradually returned, rising in the empty body, but it was still unable to fill the spiritual weakness, just a drop in the bucket. The remaining madness in the soul was deeply rooted and difficult to remove, as if this joy was born as a part of Klein's soul.

"Quiet!"

Kress tried hard to collect his thoughts, calm his spirit, and put on Hermann's mask again.

"Don't make a fuss, hurry up and investigate the battlefield."