Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The fragments flying in the sky are like bringing starlight to the hall in broad daylight.

However, along with the stardust, what fell was the shocking fear.

The Dawn Knight's vision suddenly darkened, and the world seemed to have peeled off its hypocritical mask, revealing the dark and deep horror. The fear in his heart was so thick that it was about to turn into a sticky and filthy liquid, pressing on his internal organs and gushing out of his mouth.

Outside of myself, every brick and tile is so hideous; inside of myself, every bit is so horrifying.

Amid the thick smoke, Mrs. Gloria slowly walked in the endless darkness and fear. She had her silver hair neatly tied into a simple and solemn bun, and wore a modern modified gas mask. Her hands in red velvet gloves held a huge anti-material rifle, and under her simple and solemn black retro dress was a pair of small leather shoes with heels.

Da da da.

Unlike Gloria's slow pace, the other fully armed Red Gloves moved very quickly. They were wearing a full set of pure black tactical equipment. Compared with [clergy] or [religious police], the Red Gloves team in front of them was more like the [special forces team] in the public's perception, except that they used conspicuous red tactical gloves and fully covered bird-beak masks.

In the Fifth Age, doctors believed that this bird-beak mask would help them resist the erosion of diseases. After entering the Sixth Age, due to the slow development of technology and the strong religious atmosphere, this bird-beak form was preserved. At least in the church system (especially the Earth Church), the standard gas mask is still mainly composed of bird-beak elements.

The first thing the well-trained Red Gloves did after landing was not to shoot, but to drag people away. They were divided into different groups, and with the cooperation of the extraordinary people from different paths, all the sleeping mortal gangsters and passers-by in the hall were dragged away.

In the routine operations of the Red Gloves and Nighthawks of the Sixth Epoch, as long as conditions permit, reducing the impact of extraordinary events on ordinary people remains one of the top principles.

Two more red gloves immediately stepped out of the dragging line, each pulled out a folding trekking pole, hit the floor vertically, and released it, letting it fall everywhere. After a brief exchange, the two made tactical gestures and immediately followed the two two-person teams to quickly leave the hall.

Da da da.

A Beyonder gangster in the back row suddenly bit his back teeth, and blood and a brilliant red glow spurted out of his mouth, regaining a moment of clarity from the stiffness brought by fear. He raised his arms with all his strength and muttered in ancient Hermetic language:

"God said...it's invalid!"

Those who were drowning in the sea of ​​fear suddenly woke up from their nightmares.

Oh no...the final evacuation isn't over yet!

Leonard's years of professionalism made him run up. He simply held a red glove and a sleeping security guard between his legs, swung them out of the hall, turned around and kicked the last door shut.

Including the equipment, the red gloves weigh a total of 180 kilograms:?

Within a minute, the hall was completely cleared.

After kicking the door, Leonard realized that he had subconsciously locked himself in the battlefield.

Oops, it’s finished.

With the loud bang of the door closing, the Dawn Knight gained clarity in the previous second, and the next second dazzling light poured down from his body like waves.

Fortunately, it was the Church of Evernight that came... In a situation where the attributes are counteracting each other, there is still a chance of fighting back.

The most severely mentally tortured gangster finally stood up. He used his spirituality as fuel to ignite a raging fire on his mechanical limbs, turned around and ran towards Leonard with a wild laugh.

"Look at your mom, you bastard!"

Amidst the flames and smoke, the Dawn Knight mobilized all his spirituality, and the storm of light that restrained the wronged souls and evil spirits swept across the field, as if the holy goddess was leading thousands of troops to defeat the filthy nightmare. The huge Sword of Dawn was raised high, and the knight on his deathbed launched a final attack on the dark bishop in the dazzling glory.

The notary raised his arms again and shouted:

"God said... ahem... it works!"

All of a sudden, the light and flames in the hall suddenly increased.

Hey!

Gloria didn't care. She took a step forward calmly and looked at the charging knight through the lens of her mask. After three hundred years of experience on the battlefield, the gangster's full struggle allowed Gloria to estimate more information.

Notary, Dawn Knight, Arsonist.

Sequence six, sequence six, sequence seven.

Beware of backhand.

The red hands steadily pulled the bolt, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

A 20mm caliber bullet rushed out of the gun barrel, followed by a thick and deep nightmare of fear. Ferocious and terrifying spirit creatures exhaled a thick darkness that seemed to be real, hissing and roaring as they stepped into the air. The lights in the hall shattered with the sound of the gunshot.

A strong spiritual warning hit his mind like a hammer, but before the attacking Dawn Knight could stop, a bullet hit his right shoulder. In his vision enhanced by his extraordinary ability, he could only watch the huge bullet tearing his armor apart bit by bit, crushing his flesh and blood. With the burning and explosion, his blood, flesh, and bones dried up and decayed along with the broken armor in the blink of an eye, and then bonded and pressed together under the extraordinary power and high-energy impact, turning into clusters of shriveled black rose petals, gushing out of his wound.

The shoulder and right upper arm turned into withered petals flying everywhere the moment they were shot. The knight lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. The Glorious Sword of Dawn shattered, and the disconnected forearm left a long, gleaming trail of blood on the smooth floor. In the blink of an eye, the thin blood solidified into withered petals and was blown away by the wind.

Before the fallen knight could wail in pain, he was seized by a dark tide of fear and nightmare. The glorious and holy divine light was pierced and broken by the spear forged in darkness, and the spirit that emerged from the darkness tore at the dawn and devoured the light.

He heard his skull rumbling, he heard his spinal cord whirring, he heard something inside his body wriggling, making a sticky and disgusting sound, trying to crawl out of his seven orifices and be reborn.

The distorted dream sang loudly and crushed the reality. Everything within the reach of his senses became a gloomy and terrifying evil spirit. As his mind was churning, he suddenly remembered that under his back teeth, he still had the blessing of the God of the Sky. However, the fear of himself completely shattered his shattered thoughts. He could only twitch and spit out large mouthfuls of blood and flesh, bones and spinal cord, as well as large pieces of mutated and twisted tissue.

The knight subconsciously tried to figure out whether those mutated tissues were the product of his own loss of control. The next second, in his dull gaze, the arsonist, whose mind was overwhelmed by fear, ran away screaming. His out-of-control body was twisted along with his mortal mechanical prosthesis, but the madness still could not resist the madness that penetrated deep into his soul. The terrified arsonist fell to the ground, then tore off his mechanical arm, and desperately stabbed the burning limb into his mouth quickly, once, twice, three times... until he fell to the ground and died in a sea of ​​blood and flesh.

The death of their companions aroused the last desire of the two to survive. The notary began to squeeze his spirituality, indulged himself into overloaded madness, and the pure white holy fire of light ignited on his gradually changing body. A lot of white and red holy light fell from the sky, and most of it fell on the Dawn Knight in the front.

“God said…Ah!!”

The bullet, like a small cannon, shattered the notary's spine. This large-caliber weapon used to attack vehicles completely blew up his stomach. The next second after being shot, the ring on the notary's hand emitted a faint light, and disappeared among the withered petals in the blink of an eye, flashing in front. The upper half of the body stuck to the Dawn Knight, and the finger with the ring was stuffed into the Dawn Knight's mouth.

"God said...it works! Praise...the God of Ferris!"

The pure white flames were completely extinguished. The one-handed knight, relying on his last bit of sanity, flashed in front of Gloria, raised his sword and shouted:

"Above the heavens... eh..."

After hitting the notary, Gloria's anti-material rifle had already transformed into a slender axe with a swing of her arm. She turned around and chopped at the Dawn Knight who was rushing towards her, cutting from the hard Dawn armor all the way to the mouth of the man who was chanting his honorable name, interrupting the chanting. Finally, she tilted the axe blade and chopped hard at the Dawn Knight's heart. With the huge force brought by the Beyonder characteristic, she managed to cut off a large piece of the gangster.

There was no blood, flesh, or bone slag splattering from the huge fracture, only withered petals that were so decayed that their colors could no longer be seen flying all over the sky. In the eternal nightmare, the Dawn Knight, who was split in half, fell in a sea of ​​black flowers.

The last ray of light went out, and the hall fell completely into silence and darkness.