Mysteries: Arcana Wars

The scene fell into an eerie stalemate.

The fully automated wish-granting machine and wish-granting website that steals other people's identities have been active as an urban legend. Although church members speculated that it might be a Sequence Three or even Sequence Two being, everything that is happening now has just confirmed the church's judgment that the other party does indeed possess angel-level power.

In the case of ordinary urban legends, the officials, being extraordinary individuals, would likely turn a blind eye to this unknown and suspicious entity, given the other party's restrained and secretive actions.

However, before this terrorist incident has escalated into an extraordinary calamity of angelic magnitude, this sealed artifact with its own independent consciousness and angelic status has already made its move openly, which is a serious violation of the "Treaty of Silence".

According to the treaty, under such circumstances, all angels can attack and subdue the angel wish-granting machine without bearing any guilt for initiating the battle.

At the same time, this is also an extremely dangerous situation.

When multiple angels descend together to fight and subdue, it can easily cause large-scale destruction and extraordinary pollution. Moreover, some people may take advantage of the chaos to "justifiably" attack other angels or even attack churches that have angels, causing even greater disorder.

No one wanted to be the first to charge forward, nor did they want to expose their power to this unknown, activated wish-granting machine before the situation was clear.

This gave Klein, whose mind was in turmoil, a chance to catch his breath.

Exhausted, Leonard lay sprawled on the ground. The battle of the titans before him was not something a mere Sequence 7 could meddle in, so he simply followed Pales's example and passed out instantly, letting himself lose consciousness.

Anyway, Klein won't die here.

Trust in your teammates!

Klein, equally drained of his spiritual energy, supported the doll Alice beside him, forcing himself to stand calmly on the ruins. He appeared composed, but in reality, his head was throbbing, his steps were unsteady, and he felt as if he were about to crumble into a pile of worms.

For a moment, none of the four angels made a move; they simply looked up at the red crack in the sky.

The black, ethereal smoke gnawed at the red glow in the sky, and more and more smoke turned into clumps of fine threads that rose upwards, shuttling back and forth between the two ends of the red crack, attempting to sew up this filthy and twisted wound.

The crack in the sky resembled a gaping, blood-red mouth, trying to spew out more red light, but it was ultimately annihilated in mid-air by the black flames.

The guiding angels on Earth had been concealed, and the pillar of light, without its foundation on Earth, rapidly shrank and thinned, further accelerating the closure of the wound. Everything seemed to be moving in a direction of safety.

Suddenly, the remaining red glow flickered. The wound, which was about to close, now struggled again, trying to break free from the shackles of the ethereal smoke.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the church's angels immediately ended their standoff with the magician and took the lead in resolving the crisis that was about to resurface.

The first to strike was Gad II of the Church of Storms. The blizzard raged and materialized into divine punishment, with angry clouds carrying the wind and snow rushing toward the wound.

The charge had begun, and Bonova and Ariana followed closely behind, launching a fierce attack on the wound in the sky.

Without its foundation, the radiance could no longer resist such a powerful force. Under the siege, it reluctantly shut its mouth, and in its final struggle, it was completely sewn up by the ethereal dust and disappeared into the sky.

The dark clouds finally dispersed, and the round, bright moon finally appeared in the winter night sky, casting its clear moonlight.

Snow stopped.

A gentle breeze scattered the swirling ashes, and a fine, icy rain extinguished the warm flames atop the ruins. The acrid gray fumes from the burning debris rose in wisps, like the mournful spirits of innocent buildings that had perished in the street.

Klein, with one hand on the doll and the other on the crowbar, forced himself to stand upright between the vengeful spirits and the ruins, concealing his exhaustion and depletion.

He wiped the black blood off his face, shook it forcefully, making it disappear into the air, and then revealed the signature smile of a wishing machine magician.

The real life-or-death struggle has only just begun.

How will the angels of the Church deal with themselves, this mysterious Sequence Two who has been involved in this extraordinary catastrophe?

The situation once again descended into a tense standoff.

Such a dangerous, unknown angel deserves the Church's joint suppression. However, having witnessed the unimaginable power just now, the Church's angels dared not take a step forward, fearing that the magician's weakness was merely a feint, and that the entire amusement park was filled with dangerous traps, ready to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

In fact, the Domain? Rhapsody is still running, but Klein is powerless to resist the erosion of nothingness. The chaotic logic can hardly weave more stories to maintain the operation of the Rhapsody.

Facing the seemingly effortless magician, it was still Gad II of the Church of Storms who made the first move. Lightning that appeared out of thin air coalesced in his hand into a huge trident crackling with electricity, which he slashed towards Klein.

The magician tried to dodge, but the weariness and fear brought on by the ascetic entangled his feet, and Bonova's strange power twisted his spirituality, leaving him only able to watch helplessly as the halberd of death descended.

Arriving, drawing near, getting even closer, within reach.

Is this the end for me this time...?

When death looms, is there still a chance for me to be resurrected?

At the critical moment, a wisp of black smoke suddenly drifted past Klein's eyes.

First came a few black dots, then a few wisps of black clouds, and finally they swirled and connected to form a black vortex that began to devour reality from the edge of Klein's vision.

Melissa suddenly leaped out of the black smoke and rushed towards Klein from the void.

She reached out in mid-air, struggling to grasp the void, gritting her teeth, she swung her hand, gripped it tightly, and then pulled with all her might.

Millions of colorful threads flashed in her hands, then instantly collapsed, breaking into countless colorful paper ribbons that eventually vanished into nothingness.

Melissa, as a false illusion, directly impacts reality at this moment!

Immediately, a large amount of ethereal dust surged into Klein's vision, swirling and entangled around him. The black vortex accelerated its rotation, devouring all of Klein's understanding and perception of reality, dragging him into the void.

Melissa descended from the sky, from the vortex center of reality that had not yet been swallowed up, and pounced on Klein, whose reality was gradually collapsing.

In the blink of an eye, Melissa's hands touched Klein's shoulders.

When Klein met Melissa's deep, abyss-like black eyes, time seemed to stand still.

Shock, joy, bittersweetness, and a desire to stay—Klein's complex emotions surged into the other's eyes like a tide, yet were also like pebbles falling into a well, landing in those empty eyes but unable to reach the distant shore, ultimately transforming into a faint smile on Melissa's face.

"It's alright, Klein, don't be sad for me."

The expected embrace did not appear. Instead, a gentle force pushed Klein towards the vortex of nothingness, and Klein successfully left this cold reality on the verge of death, falling towards the safe and warm nothingness.

Melissa, like a burnt-out ball of paper, drifted helplessly down from the sky, trailing a cloud of black smoke. Black smoke billowed from her eyes and the cracks in her body, only to quickly disappear into the air.

"Melissa! Melissa!"

As Klein plummeted downwards, he struggled desperately, trying to hold back the burning, disintegrating girl, but his arms passed through the ethereal black smoke countless times.

Finally, he grasped Melissa's cracked hand.

“My dear brother…”

Melissa's lips moved slightly, casting a weak smile at Klein before she shattered into a wisp of black smoke and vanished from Klein's world.

A warm light shone on their clasped hands.

"I'll see you on the other side!"

(We'll meet again on the other side)