Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 482: The Prologue to the Story

Leonard and Klein braved the wind, snow, and light as they made their way toward the center of the anomaly.

Bathed in red light, the fleshy monster transformed into a bizarre and enormous creature. At first glance, it resembled a flying dragon, but upon closer inspection, it sent chills down one's spine and sent shivers down one's spine.

Three distorted human faces grew on its head, with eyes of all sizes covering its entire head, squeezing and deforming all the facial features. Tight, pale skin glistened with moisture, outlining a chaotic skeleton rejected by rational thought. Each bone defied human understanding of animals, growing wildly in all directions and combining together in ways that violated biological theory.

The monster stretched out its body, and three pairs of six wings sprouted from its back. The feathers on those wings were sparse and turned a nauseating red under the glow. It arched its back and stood on all fours. Its forelimbs seemed to be composed of countless hands, intertwined and embracing each other to form forelegs. Its hind legs were composed of countless feet, stuck together and biting each other to form hind legs.

Rather than a twisted dragon, it was more like a cursed six-winged angel, contorting its body in a painful and bizarre way, stretching out its six wings that could not fly, and crawling in the shadows on the ground.

Rings of different materials floated around him, like satellites orbiting a planet.

A powerful mental attack followed, and a wave of extremism engulfed everyone. Klein clearly felt that his joys and sorrows were becoming isolated and separated, his thoughts were becoming uncontrollably extreme, and even the matter and spirituality within him were about to disintegrate under the dominion of the supreme truth prescribed by the guiding angels.

Ecstasy surged forth, followed by a torrent of sorrow. Rough, hard anger tore through the water's surface, rising abruptly from the tsunami to the heavens, only to disintegrate and crumble in the gale of sorrow.

Countless extreme loves and hates tore apart Klein's normal thinking logic, and the madness in his bones burst out, embracing the madness that kept pouring in from the outside. The two forces of madness hit it off and merged into a river, challenging the little rationality Klein had left.

No...no!

This is... my story... my domain!

Klein went all out, manipulating the puppet Alice to infuse him with a massive amount of madness, which gnawed at his sanity until his madness could no longer be suppressed and grew unchecked under the power of the guiding angel.

What should have been a knife to slowly torture the spirit has now become a tool to help Klein's madness shed its emotional impurities, making it more intense and pure.

Now, it's time to show you who the real master of this domain is!

Klein struggled to his feet in the storm, straightened his back with his cane, and raised his left hand to the sky with a maniacal smile.

"The story begins with the mysteries of transforming matter and nature!"

As he spoke, Klein pressed his palm down, and the satellite band of the guiding angel suddenly stopped for a moment.

Certain unseen forces, under this declaration, became materialized, transforming from an ethereal and unknowable spiritual power into a tangible, material storm. Clumps of red particles condensed into a brown haze, outlining the traces of the surging spiritual energy like gel.

At this moment, the angel's spirituality is no longer a mysterious and illusory feeling, but has fallen into a tangible reality.

It can be seen, touched, and... peeled off!

Klein closed one eye again, aimed, and grabbed at the air in his field of vision. Gritting his teeth, he tore it apart with all his might. The bricks and rubble surrounding the angel were ripped from reality like tape, turning into a giant sticker in his palm. Different ruins were frozen on this sticker.

Grab the sticker and flick it around casually; the large piece of paper immediately magnifies several times, becoming a large sheet of paper printed with brick ruins, still bearing traces of being torn and chewed by dogs.

Klein hummed a little tune as he tore the piece of paper in his hand into several pieces, quickly folding each piece into a different animal, and casually tossed them towards the guiding angel. The origami immediately expanded and grew larger in the air, finally transforming into real monsters made of brick ruins with a crisp sound. They defied the angel's imposing presence and spiritual power, launching suicidal attacks against their opponent.

The remaining scraps of paper, completely ignoring the storm, swirled in the air a few times before landing on Leonard, transforming once more into armor made of sheet metal and steel bars. This time, black flames faintly emanated from the gaps in the armor, protecting Leonard against the power of the separatist authority.

Nightmares are his cloak, fear is his weapon, poetry is his lament; the warrior on white horse wields his scythe, cleaving the cursed storm with a trail of black flames.

Leonard no longer conserved his energy, burning a large amount of his spiritual drive sequence binary power to cleave through the materialized spiritual haze and attack the guiding angel at the center.

This opening breached the angel's defenses, and the remaining spirits, filled with fear and nightmares, surged forward, tearing at the angel's spirit and will.

The situation reached a stalemate.

Leonard repeatedly cleaved through the filthy spiritual entities, blocking the angels' extraordinary power. The angels, in turn, used their extreme power of differentiation to disintegrate Klein's creations and Leonard's mental attacks, transforming them once again into separate matter and pure spirituality, and then repairing the gaping wound in their own souls.

He seemed to have no desire to fight, and simply silently defended against the two attacks in the eye of the storm, until he finally lost patience and let out a long howl.

What a distorted cry it was, damp and sticky like riverbed silt, dry and cracked like barren dry land, dull and oppressive like fossils from the earth, sharp and piercing like iron spikes. Countless contradictory and extreme sensations were forcibly bound together in this cry, repeatedly ravaging the senses of any living thing.

Amidst the angels' cries, the path of His descent became clearer and stronger. A red beam of light pierced straight into the clouds, further tearing open the dark red wound in the sky.

The powerful aura emanating from the high-ranking being swept over the two of them, while the filthy and malevolent power in turn eroded their will. All the brick and stone structures were disintegrated by this powerful spirituality, becoming pure and simple substances that eventually merged together, turning into dust that rushed upwards toward the horrific wound, ultimately becoming part of this horror.

The purpose of angels is not destruction and attack; their duty is to guide!

They absorb flesh and blood and resentment as building blocks, supplement them with spirituality and material things to build bridges, and finally sacrifice their own body and soul to offer to the gods.

First, establish resonance with the divine through [sameness], becoming one with it. Then, use [differentiation] to allow the divine part within your body to expand and grow to an extreme, causing all the power in the heavens to be absorbed by the angels on earth.

The angel, which was originally incomplete and pieced together, began to gradually complete itself under this red glow, moving towards the true Sequence Two.

When the angels and gods have completely merged and absorbed each other, that will be the moment when the God of the Sky descends.

He will use his divinity and authority to bring the god of the sky beyond the barrier to the earth!

"All the rituals of the Sky God Cult have the weakness of taking too long!"

Leonard shouted to Klein. He had been fighting the Cult of Sky for a long time and had long since developed a set of methods based on experience.

"Their need for enough flesh and blood and spirit means we can buy them more time!"

"We still have a chance!"