Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Nelson Korodko!

The Olga Aksas in front of us was forged by Nelson Korodko!

The appearance is very different, but the arrogant smile is just as hideous and hateful.

So, was David Aksas' madness created by Nelson alone?

So, are the phantoms that David pursued desperately in his hazy dreams, those unattainable hopes, the suffering and separation of the soul and the flesh, and the redemption that can be achieved as long as you run towards it, all lies carefully woven by the "bloody killer"?

The girl in the red dress floating in his crazy world is not his schizophrenic hallucination or visual hallucination, but a murderer who changes his form after drinking the water from the Holy Grail and exists in reality!

Klein's thoughts began to run wild the moment he discovered Nelson Korodeko. All the unexpected encounters since he woke up seemed to be reassembled and connected by the key clue of "Nelson Korodeko" at this moment.

When you think about it this way, it makes sense!

But Nelson didn't give Klein much time to react. His arrogant laughter resounded throughout the basement. The flames on the giant sword suddenly rose up and climbed onto Klein's paper sword in the blink of an eye.

The filthy flames seemed to want to burn the roll of paper, but the flames did not realize that the raw material of the paper was the gray mist that Klein tore off. After biting it for a long time, it was unable to burn it at all and could only flow on the surface of the paper.

Klein's face suddenly froze. The sudden emotional fluctuations made him feel that his sword-holding hand was somewhat out of control, and it immediately broke into flying confetti in the filthy flames. Then the electric lights in the air ignited sparks, and Klein distanced himself in the leaping flames and began to exchange with the secret puppets present. The shock of the moment was immediately calmed down by these stress reactions.

When encountering a master of the "demon" sequence, the most taboo thing is strong emotional fluctuations. Whether it was the last fight in the church or the raid on the vault this time, although Klein's high status did not bring him the extraordinary power he deserved, he had a strong resistance to mental manipulation and emotional fluctuations. Except for the shock of the accident, Klein no longer had any more emotional fluctuations. His excellent combat instincts and angel-level spiritual intuition guided Klein's offense and defense.

But Klein's initial resistance to the demon's mental control did not mean that the terrified survivors could escape the demon's tricks. A scarred woman with evil fire and flowing red dress suddenly appeared, like a demon crawling from hell to devour souls, igniting endless fear in the hearts of the surviving security personnel. And these ordinary people, in fear of death, became the demon's playthings.

The controlled security guards picked up their guns and fired ammunition at Klein, creating a web of fire in the vault corridor, which was not spacious to begin with.

So the new secret dolls also pounced on them at the first moment, and soon their chests were shattered by the dense bullets, but they still rushed forward and wrestled with the security personnel who fired the gun.

As the sound of paper dolls exploding continuously rang out in the vault, Klein reached into his pocket, ready to use a new "matchstick tactic" in a different way.

Suddenly, Klein had an inspiration and put the match back. Nelson, who was wearing a red dress, suddenly froze in her smile, and then a strong and powerful force of peace swept over from above the vault.

This power gave people a gentle and peaceful feeling, but it came with a fierce force, overwhelming them with an irresistible force, forcibly calming the fluctuating emotions of the security guards. The agitated survivors fell down and fell into a deep sleep. Klein also took the opportunity to control the secret puppet and fell down, pretending to be a corpse that had been completely calmed down.

Gloria Mitchell has arrived!

Nelson's consciousness went blank, and he turned around to be met by a black bullet of huge caliber. The strong warning of danger pulled his body down, and the bullet just brushed past his giant magma sword and hit the maglev platform opposite. The small and solid reinforced concrete platform was blown to pieces, decaying into a large mass of withered black petals that exploded in the depressing underground space.

Amid the flying black petals, a bright knife light cut through the smoke and flower language, and the axe wrapped in the breath of decay chopped down at Nelson's head, and then stuck to him - her thigh cut off most of her red skirt.

The weakening of the rules of the vault itself also affected Gloria, and Nelson's blessing from the God of Sky also increased his resistance in the spiritual battlefield, but it was still not enough in the face of the gap in status. So under Gloria's powerful sleeping power, Nelson always wandered between dreams and reality.

The consciousness struggles between reality and dreams. Can the powerful crisis warning still control the body to dodge instinctively?

Gloria was not angry after several failures, and she even had no emotion at all. She immediately picked up the axe gun and chased Nelson like a precise fighting machine.

The cunning Nelson was not willing to get entangled with a powerful Bishop of Fear. He barely dodged three blades and pounced on the broken David Axus with his last bit of consciousness.

There was a flash of red light, and the axe and spear came down heavily, but it didn't hit anyone.

Nelson disappears in the vault with David.

Gloria didn't leave any of them behind, but her face still showed no emotion. She put away her axe gun and folded it into a large black gun that was nearly as long as her. She stood guard for a moment before turning around and quickly walking towards Klein.

"Those who are still alive, hurry up and follow me."

With a cold and serious expression, Gloria stood directly in the center of the maglev room. Several spirits were released from her teeth, which circled around the ground and explored the corridors around the small square.

The few surviving guards immediately demonstrated their strong professionalism, and together with Klein, they quickly treated the wounds and began the rescue.

A restless sense of crisis gradually crept into Klein's heart. He looked in the direction Gloria was looking at. There was nothing under the flickering lights, but Gloria's eyes never left the end of the aisle.

Combined with the constraints he felt during the battle just now, Klein vaguely understood that this underground vault was guarded by some extraordinary being. Large-scale extraordinary battles here must be strictly prohibited, and no matter how fast their blitzkrieg was, it broke the rules here.

Suppress the extraordinary existence here - it is very likely that the seal does not have the ability to absolutely isolate extraordinary destruction, but it is enough to give the invader the most deadly punishment after leaving enough safety time!

Now, the wrath of the true guardian of the vault is about to reach the collapsing battlefield.

"Wait, sir!" Klein grabbed a survivor and knocked on the solid safe door next to him. "Mr. Wellington Tran is still in this safe room!"

"Wellington? Wellington Tran? The 'key' who's on duty here today?"

The survivor was a guard who had worked there for many years. He took Klein away without saying a word.

"Don't worry, they are much safer in the safe than us. As employees who keep a part of the keys, they are as valuable as treasures when they hold the keys."

"Then do we have time to run... or should we just open the door and hide in the safe room?"

"…I can't do that. Our guards don't have the key to open the door. The staff on this floor who have the key are now in the safe room. The key can only open the door from the outside, not from the inside. The authority to open the door is in the hands of a higher-level manager, who can do it remotely from the central control room, or other staff on duty that day can get authorization and come to open the door on site."

"...then if the line is broken, or they are buried..."

"Then they will be buried underground forever along with the clients' secrets... At least until the entire safe is dug out, the items entrusted by the clients will be safe..."

Klein was silent. He felt that he could not evaluate these systems and choices because this was Backlund, a city that had stood for a thousand years. There were always some things in this city that were stacked under the lens of the promotional posters, just like the huge underground city.

Above the guards and staff is the supervisor, above the supervisor is the president, and above the president is the board of directors who controls the entire bank. Could this be another plaything in the hands of some big shot?

Not everyone can live as carefree and arrogant as Leonard in the fourteenth century of the Sixth Epoch. After all, not everyone has an angel-level protective umbrella behind them.

At least Wellington would be able to survive this crisis in the safe room today. But the situation was not certain for the safe room in the distance. The iron door had been blown through by the melee just now, and the boxes and the wall had collapsed along with it.

This was still the same as the previous floor, with the cheapest safes, small in size, and up to standard equipment. After the damage just now, several boxes fell off the fixed shelves due to the huge impact and smashed to the ground. What surprised Klein was that even the cameras in the corners were smashed to pieces by the collapsed wall, but those small safes didn't have any scratches at all.

In this small piece of ruins, two weak spiritual threads fluttered in the safe room.

He was the first to get into the safe room and quickly pulled away the bricks and stones where the spirit line was connected. A tuft of fiery red hair stood out from the ruins.

Geraldine Lightning!