Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 480 An Abrupt Cessation

The magician plans to start by building the story from some concrete, material basic images, verifying his ideas in the most familiar way, and then moving forward.

The dragon roared, emitting a sound like a car horn, its light bulb-shaped eyes emitting a terrifying light, repeatedly biting and scratching at the monster trying to break free from the dream, interfering with its resistance.

The monster would never sit idly by and wait to die; even at the cost of its life, it would divert energy from the struggle in its spiritual world to deal with the attacks from the physical world. Countless iron spikes emerged from beside the monster, piercing the attacking dragon in the blink of an eye.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

The monster's consciousness grew clearer, its thoughts more fluid. It channeled its corrupted power, instantly purifying the various metals within the ruins, creating a dense forest of sharp metal spikes that firmly blocked the colossal creature before it. Simultaneously, the spikes surged in all directions, encasing the monster's soft flesh in a metal wall, transforming it into a malevolent sea urchin.

A world of different phenomena, a new beginning!

The hard, sharp spikes hindered physical attacks while simultaneously launching indiscriminate attacks in the surrounding area, but the magician was not fighting alone. He quickly retreated a few steps, and the knight, with perfect coordination, rushed forward, a sharp scythe whistling through the air, a crescent moon reaping most of the dense metal forest.

The severed metal spikes clattered to the ground, and the bound dragon broke free of its shackles, soaring into the sky once more.

The corrupting power was not over yet. After the metal spikes fell, they seemed to come alive, crawling on the ground and transforming into all sorts of shapes as they attacked Leonard.

This foul power, flowing along the metal and emanating from the monster, surged outwards like ripples, attempting to decompose all matter within its range, refining the rich and diverse mixture into an extremely pure arrangement, obsessively separating piles of impurity-free matter to launch new weapons against the knights and magicians.

The dragon in the sky, caught in the broken iron spike, was also affected by the corrupting power. Spiritual energy surged into the dragon's body along the broken spike, attempting to dismantle the magician's dragon by separating its material components. In the blink of an eye, the dragon showed signs of falling apart.

The corrupting power climbed up to the nearest knight, whose weapons and warhorse trembled and howled, the twisted miracles that made up the warhorse confronting the evil filth that was being decomposed and refined.

The decomposition of matter led to the collapse of the spirit. Leonard could feel that under the influence of these corrupting forces, his thoughts were becoming increasingly extreme, and his tactics increasingly simplistic, seemingly reduced to nothing more than a frenzied and absolute attack. So he turned his horse around and retreated step by step, taking the lead in withdrawing from the area of ​​influence.

The Cavaliers' retreat does not signify giving up, but rather the beginning of a new offensive.

The magician raised his staff, and a bizarre puppet hopped into view. Strands of hair, as hard as steel, sliced ​​through the swirling, foul power, descending from the sky and piercing the ground, attacking the monster. While launching the attack, they simultaneously covered the knight's retreat.

Since close-quarters combat was not an advantage, the knight and the magician switched tactics and used ranged guerrilla warfare.

Klein manipulated the puppet Alice, recalling the attack methods of the Mad Goddess Alice in the illusion, attempting to use the Mad Goddess's abilities through the puppet.

In fact, Klein had no idea what this cumbersome thing was for. He only knew that it could be used as a puppeteer, but it couldn't use its own power as the Lord of Mysteries like an ordinary puppeteer. However, it seemed to be able to use the abilities of the Mad Goddess Alice to some extent.

The bad news is that Klein has no idea what Alice's specific abilities are, or what role this puppet can play. Divination is useless in the face of this puppet; he can only try to figure out its power by relying on his memories of being beaten up.

The good news is that at least Klein is aware of His negative effects. As the connection with the puppet grows stronger and the relationship deepens, the madness hidden deep within the puppet becomes more active, climbing up the magician's mind along the false spiritual lines.

The experiment was an unprecedented success. While controlling the puppets to launch attacks with the threads, he held a crowbar high, facing the howling wind, and enthusiastically told some wondrous story to the falling snow. The amusement park responded to his call; ruins and buildings seemed to come alive, forming all sorts of fantastical creatures that attacked the monsters.

The knight beside him also cooperated with the magician's tactics. With a thought, several powerful spirits flew out from the knight's teeth, carrying dreams and misfortune, and flew whistling towards the monster.

Harassed by the aerial dragons, the two sides entered into a tug-of-war.

The monster roared, rapidly disintegrating the surrounding matter to create spikes and weapons that clashed and tore at the dragon's claws. While struggling to separate all the matter around it, it also launched mental attacks on the knight and magician, attempting to intensify their emotions and thoughts.

The magician's creations and the knight's spirit launched various attacks around the monster, only to be captured by the monster's power time and again, then broken down into new weapons for their own use. Sharp, blade-like threads burst from the ground, drawing deadly black lines, becoming the only indivisible substance on the field, forcefully entering the battlefield, specifically designed to catch the monster off guard.

Finally, the [misfortune] on the monster accumulated to a terrifying level. Upon seeing this, the knight immediately shouted.

"It's now!"

The magician's story finally reached its climax. Fantasy creatures made of ruins gathered together, crushed in mid-air, and then reassembled, transforming into simple, unadorned spiked bombs that rapidly fell towards the monster.

The monster wanted to dodge and disintegrate, but the accumulated drowsiness made it confused, and the powerful misfortune caused it to make mistakes. All of the monster's evasive measures ended in failure, and it could only face the large and fast spiked ball head-on.

Finally, the pile of rubble slammed into the monster's body, sharp steel beam fragments piercing its flesh, and broken bricks and tiles embedded in its shell. Then, the pile of rubble that had flattened the monster exploded like a missile, producing a deafening roar, with rubble and flesh flying everywhere.

The crushing and explosions dealt a fatal physical blow to the monster, and the physical damage caused its spirit to waver. Finally, it could no longer resist the encroachment of the dream and fell into a deep sleep.

Leonard looked at the limp, evil monster, preparing to drag it deeper into the dream to kill it completely, but just in case, he still asked the magician a question.

"...Is this the end of the story?"

He was just about to execute the monster when he heard the magician's warning.

"and many more!"

The magician raised his hand.

"...Don't you think this monster is a bit too weak?"