Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The slender and ethereal spiritual threads spread out in all directions, stacked up in clusters, and disappeared from the camera's sight.

Of course, Wellington was not the only staff member in the vault. Where the black lines were entangled, there were groups of security personnel and bank employees.

Their consistent professionalism was an important barrier that enabled the Prussian Bank to survive for hundreds of years.

When the first alarm started to scream, the security personnel threw the bank staff into the safe door and immediately closed it. Unlike the security guards, the staff who were allowed to work in the vault carried the key to open the door. In a sense, they were no longer just "staff", but part of the safe, and even part of the customer's property and secrets. The key must be safe before the higher level of authority is issued.

The client's property and secrets are above all else. This has been the unchanging purpose of the James Bank for hundreds of years.

The suppressed and insane David Axus broke out of the transport capsule and fired the first shot in the chaos. Then, amid the fire and smoke, the lunatics following him shot the security guards through the heart with burning bullets.

A contract was signed, and the gold medals in the Loen Ranking that had been pocketed became their life-saving money. The well-equipped security personnel followed the terms of the agreement and rushed towards the extraordinary criminals without hesitation. Gunshots rang out, and with David and the madman as the center, the turbid smoke was stained with a strong blood color.

But before the lunatics who had taken advantage of the situation had time to appreciate the flying bones and flesh, the exploding air bullets blew their heads into fireworks. Red, white, and yellow, they hung on the armor of the survivors, but the lunatics who were so angry didn't care. For desperate people like them, companions have always been consumables.

In just a short encounter, both sides suffered heavy losses. The increasingly advanced modern equipment made mortals more powerful, but also made the advantages of low-sequence Beyonders smaller.

But once high-sequence Beyonders join the battle, advanced weapons will turn into more treacherous blades.

Klein immediately grasped the invader's spiritual thread, then fired an explosive shot with his backhand, following up with an air bullet.

In this sudden chaos, the first priority in combat is to kill quickly and reduce the number of the enemy. Relying solely on the delayed killing by the secret puppet will only create more variables. But if there are survivors left, the secret puppet can buy Klein more time.

But after just a simple first contact, Klein felt something was wrong with David. The strong, unstable malice enveloped him tightly, causing his spirit body's thread to twist unnaturally in the air, making Klein's operation extremely difficult.

The filth that seemed to be corrupt and evil actually became the protective umbrella of the maniacs.

The two sides completed their first fight amid lightning and thunder.

The bullets were exhausted in a moment during the rapid shooting, and the loss of his companions did not affect David's aim at all. The abnormal sluggishness affected his movements, but as the machine sounded, the advanced mechanical prosthesis was overloaded, and the powerful power and intelligent semi-automatic auxiliary system overcame the obstacles in the initial stage of the secret puppetization, and he still unloaded the magazine and changed the bullets smoothly.

At this moment, more than a dozen clusters of bright fireworks suddenly exploded in the cramped underground corridor, rising from the hands of the injured, from the heads of the dead, and from every corner of the underground structure. The blazing flames made the several passages around the Transfer Square as bright as day.

The stagnant flesh and blood could not cover his eyelids immediately. The strong white light mixed with the pressure from the high-level person pierced into his eyes, and his brain completely shut down in an instant.

A strong sense of crisis came from behind. David opened his eyes again, and a magician in simple clothes jumped out from the burning flames behind him, raised his hand and fired a gun.

"boom!"

The invisible and colorless air bullet tore through the turbid smoke and attacked David. But David's mechanical prosthesis suddenly roared violently, and short but high-pressure gas gushed out between the metal joints. Instantly, the huge power actually flew David out of the spot. The deadly air bullet blasted a big hole in the wall behind David, leaving only a twisted mark on the metal shell of the prosthesis.

This prosthesis... is too smart!

The stagnation caused by the process of puppetization can only work on the flesh with life, but it cannot stop the process of the machine. When the signal is received or the program is triggered, the established process will proceed unswervingly, reloading, covering, emergency avoidance... until the lifeless machine faithfully completes all its established processes.

However, semi-automatic mechanical intelligence is still not enough to completely replace the wisdom of living beings in this extraordinary battlefield with ever-changing rules. Due to the sluggish thinking, the mechanical prosthesis can no longer receive timely instructions and can only rely on external judgment to perform simple self-disciplined actions. At this time, there is a sense of disharmony with David's original activities, as if David and his two mechanical prostheses have their own ideas.

In this way, the incomplete flesh and the advanced machinery fought a mad dog-like resistance in an increasingly bizarre way.

The flames flickered in the small space. The unpredictable magician jumped from a cluster of fireworks and fell into a cluster of flames in the blink of an eye. David shot at every afterimage, but he always found another silhouette in the corner of his eye, just like a ragtag player who failed repeatedly in whack-a-mole and was furious at the fireworks. He could only watch himself being slowly taken away by the cold machine and dragged around by the chaotic automatic shooting process and strong recoil.

Klein, whose flames kept jumping, seemed to be at ease. He even used paper figures to transfer the wounds of several survivors in the flames. Small pieces of paper exploded in the flames, as if he had lit a wedding salute at the cold and bloody prison break scene, adding a sense of absurdity to the battle.

But David was unwilling to sit and wait for death in this false blessing. He sent a final strong signal to the mechanical arm, and the inorganic machine began to run at full speed, becoming as crazy as David. Hot gas gushed out, and two submachine guns roared as they rushed towards Klein.

Hysteria! After leaving the police station, David is best at hysteria!

He bet all his chips and completely cut off his own retreat. His desperate flesh and blood, his crazy spinal cord, everything could become a sacrifice to achieve his goal. Then he dragged everything around him into the abyss of madness, letting all that existed join him in a desperate gamble. Even the machines that had never lived were infected with hysteria by David!

come on!

Anyone who stands in my way is destined to face my madness!

The red body desperately sounded the alarm, wildly announcing that an explosion was about to happen. But at this moment, the three remaining mercenaries around David suddenly turned around, reloaded their guns in unison, and aimed at the speeding David with their ammunition!

The mercenary puppet transformation is completely completed!

The unknown rules from inside the vault vaguely restricted Klein, making it difficult for him to operate the spiritual thread. David was also covered with a thick layer of filth and malice, making his spiritual thread chaotic and twisted.

Controlling David is tricky, but even under the influence of the vault, controlling the remaining mercenaries is a lot easier!

Da da da da da!

Brilliant blood flowers exploded all over David's body. He was originally dragged along passively like a sculpture, relying on the pulling of his arms. Now he was falling apart like a broken stone statue. The huge and intensive destruction finally separated the self-destructive prosthesis from the weak flesh and blood.

The thick gray fog condensed into a long paper roll, and immediately turned into a hard and sharp weapon under the influence of spirituality. Klein cut David's runaway prosthetic into eight pieces with a sword flower, and disappeared in the flames.

The next second, a hot flame ignited on the ceiling.

Klein leaped into the air and raised his sword towards David!

Ding!

Before the sealed blade could reach the flesh and blood, the thin paper touched the giant sword and made a sound like steel!

A lady covered in red spots and wearing a red dress, holding a huge sword, suddenly appeared in front of Klein and blocked the fatal blow.

This is...Olga Aksas!

The giant sword suddenly ignited with filthy flames, turning into flowing magma and igniting her flowing blood-red skirt.

Olga, with disheveled hair, raised her head, the firelight illuminating the scars on her face.

"……haven't seen you for a long time……"

It was an evil, ferocious smile.

"Welcome to my big show, Mr. Magician!"