Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 479 Gradual Piano Melody

Those were gray rats released by Emlyn.

Hours earlier, the Harvest Church Earth Church Hospital, where Emlyn works, was attacked by terrorists. Cult members posed as emergency room patients, disrupted the medical services, and then indiscriminately attacked surrounding patients and medical staff.

With Emlyn's authorization, the Steam Church's Mechanical Heart immediately launched a saturation barrage on the emergency center, blasting the cultists to smithereens.

Despite the fierce attack, several cultists still managed to leave the hospital with a monster and a girl.

These small animals, carrying bags and obsidian, were released by Emlyn and Klein. They believed that the obsidian would guide them in their tracks.

After a long journey, they finally arrived at the amusement park, tracing a path in front of Klein, guiding the magician to continue exploring and fulfilling their mission.

Birds carrying small bundles also arrived at the battlefield. They gathered together and advanced with the mice, outlining three-dimensional directional signs and showing traces of the monster's activities in space.

These are the monster's footprints from the story.

"Look, the monster's footprints are heading in that direction!"

The magician brandished his crowbar and cane, striding confidently along the tracks. His steps appeared leisurely, but in reality, he was agile and swift, disappearing from the knight's sight in just a few steps.

The horse-riding scythe-wielding knight seemed somewhat puzzled, but still spurred his horse to follow.

As for the little mouse whose backpack was opened, Leonard couldn't resist looking at all the little animals around him and stuffed the mouse into his pocket.

I don't know what these little guys are for, but it's always good to be prepared.

This action, which deviated from the story's premise, caught the magician's attention. "They" should be abstract footprints, not concrete "animals" that could be played with.

This action disrupted the intended imagery, and Leonard had to find a suitable reason to justify his actions.

"Sir Knight, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Uh...it's...it's a fairy!"

Realizing he had strayed from the story's trajectory, Leonard quickly tried to recover, getting back into character as a determined yet bewildered knight, responding to his teammates' calls.

"I...I found a little sprite in distress in the monster's footprints!"

"How pitiful, being trampled under the monster's feet, on the verge of death."

"I want to take it with me on the road, and I hope it can get through this difficult time."

"Squeak!"

The little mouse even squeaked a few times in response, as if it knew it had met a kind-hearted but confused person and desperately wanted to stay. In its own way, it proved its role to the magician and to the story.

The incongruous actions were now given a reasonable explanation, the plot hole was plugged, the gears of the music box continued to turn, and the performance returned to normal once again.

Following the animal tracks and the monster's footprints, the knight and the magician arrived at a ruin.

Like other ruins in the amusement park, the ruins were huge and broken, nothing special. The explosion blasted holes in the surrounding buildings, turning the amusement facilities on the site into scrap metal, bricks, broken walls, scrap iron, and tattered cloth, piled layer upon layer on the broken walls and ruins, forming a huge, twisted mound, burying the withered laughter of children.

Exposed steel bars and broken mechanical structures are stuck in this mound, occasionally revealing a few sparks that serve as incense sticks in front of the grave, a tribute to the beautiful amusement park that has died.

Upon reaching the ruins, the animals abandoned their orderly ranks, dispersed on the spot, and went their separate ways, as if their mission for the day had finally been completed and they could go home and sleep.

After the rats and birds had completely left, the knight stepped forward, extended his scythe, and gently poked at the nearest piece of building debris, cautiously probing the suspicious pile of ruins.

……despair.

boom! !

A twisted, fleshy monster burst forth from the collapsed ruins, like a powerful landmine exploding through the rubble, roaring incoherent and filthy words as it lunged at the magician and the knight.

The Scythe Knight took the lead, spun his scythe to shield the magician from the sharp debris, and charged forward at the monster with his weapon.

Before the sickle arrives, there is an irresistible dream.

Muddy misfortune and sticky nightmares followed one after another, turning into an invisible flood that surged toward the monster, attempting to drown the cursed creature in endless nightmares.

The dream, soft as a cloud, pulled the monster's consciousness into the abyss, shattering its sanity in an instant.

The onslaught of misfortune is even more insidious. Faced with the monster's predetermined mission, it can only scrape at the monster's fate bit by bit, insignificant and fragmented, yet undeniably present, nibbling away at the towering tree of destiny until it suddenly collapses.

The knight did not expect misfortune to strike immediately. He waited for insects to bore into the tree and ant nests to erode it. The small damages gradually accumulated and eventually brought about a disaster that would change the outcome.

However, the anticipated dream did not materialize. The twisted flesh paused for only a moment before reacting immediately, struggling in a state between sleep and wakefulness, mobilizing all its mental strength and the filthy curse to resist, attempting to escape this deadly nightmare. The scales of its mind were slowly tipping towards lucidity.

But even this brief moment of sudden sleep bought the magician valuable time.

A moment is enough!

"The knight and the magician were ambushed by monsters, but the protection of the dream helped them successfully repel them."

The magician chanted, and with a whoosh, firmly pointed his cane to the sky.

"So the magician performed a miracle, and a dragon rose from the earth to aid the knight in his arduous battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ruins of the buildings surrounding Klein trembled and quickly flew upwards.

The machinery formed a grotesque skeleton, the bricks transformed into twisted flesh and blood, and the trees became sparse hair.

Twisted bones pierced the skin, exposed outside the body. Swaying fur grew inward, embedding itself into the flesh and bone.

Colored lights are the eyes, speakers are the sounds, and steel bars are the claws.

Various fragments of ruins tumbled and intertwined in the air, eventually forming a terrifying and eerie giant dragon that entered the battlefield to harass and attack the monsters.

[Rhapsody] affirmed the magician's story and responded by giving him the plot he deserved.

—In a distorted and absurd way.

Klein wasn't entirely clear on how to use [Rhapsody], so he could only try and figure it out as he fought the enemy.

This realm possesses unexpected and immense power; its potential is certainly to unleash magnificent miracles, but its floor is also very low. Without a compelling story and the ability to delve into the characters' deeper traits, this breathtaking rhapsody will be utterly meaningless.