Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 463 Red Snowflakes

Backlund time, 10:00 on Winter Festival Day.

There are 10 hours left until the Outpost launch.

Klein, Leonard, and Audrey had been wandering the streets for a long time, but hadn't found much.

The image quality obtained by the citizen identification system is extremely poor. Surveillance of cult members is often severely hampered by the mysterious forces associated with them, and can only vaguely outline their movements.

Those who had just attacked the church hospital scattered like stars in the sky, disappearing into the vast Bakerlande like a cup of water poured into the ocean.

Tracking everyone is not an economical option; the only person Klein and Leonard have been tracking is the one with the coffin lid.

In the barrage of fire from the steam church, everything in the emergency center was reduced to dust, but the cultist and his coffin board miraculously escaped unscathed.

He must be an indispensable key figure in this attack plan. The coffin lid in his hand is definitely a crucial prop in tonight's disaster.

The power of the god of the sky has permeated the limbs and bones of the cultists, eroding their souls and destinies. To rashly engage in divination and prophecy, to peek into their fate and truth, is likely to result in contamination through assimilation and homogenization, or even to directly confront the gaze of the evil god.

This was an extremely dangerous operation, so the two of them had to piece together the jammed surveillance footage and chased after the enemy all the way, but they were always one step behind.

"Damn it, he's like an eel, I can't catch him no matter what."

Leonard was a little annoyed and wanted to pound the wall to vent his anger, but remembering the strength he had now, he ended up giving the wall a weak tap instead.

Time ticked by, but we were unable to gain the upper hand.

What worries Leonard even more is that the sun is about to rise, and the long winter night is about to end.

Nighttime provides a significant boost to Extraordinary Beings who traverse the Night, making it the Church of the Night's primary battlefield. During the day, while the Church of the Night's strength remains largely unaffected, it inevitably becomes somewhat more constrained. Over the past few centuries, with the development of mortal technology, the Church of the Night's daytime and nighttime combat power gap has gradually leveled off, a fact that veteran angel Leonard remains quite concerned about.

The bad news is we missed the early morning darkness; the good news is today is Winter Rite, and five hours after sunrise, night will begin again.

Either force the problem to be solved during the day, or try to drag it out until sunset.

Klein solemnly stroked the gold coin, tossing it several times before finally catching it in his hand.

Time waits for no one, and he had no choice.

Regardless of day or night, they must resolve this disaster as quickly as possible.

"Although the Sky God Cult has gained the upper hand now, I believe that the second half will definitely be our home game."

"You have an idea?" Leonard turned his head.

"Shh, don't ask."

Klein smiled and pressed his index finger against Leonard's lips.

"If you say your wish, it won't work."

"..."

Leonard felt a chill run down his spine when he saw Klein's strange smile, and a shiver ran down his spine.

Leonard's centuries-long experience in outwitting and outmaneuvering madmen told him that the moment that smile appeared, Klein was about to go insane.

In truth, Klein had no confidence.

He remained somewhat wary and distrustful of his future plans.

The story I silently wrote in my heart was too absurd, the role I was about to play was too crazy, and the final wish was too greedy.

But the truth beneath all this... is far too cruel...

Klein understood that his self-doubt and distrust were eroding his sanity and brewing an impending madness.

Tonight, if the actors cannot immerse themselves in their roles and stray too far from them, they could ruin the entire story.

You believe in my ending, I believe that any part of the three souls is "me", I believe that I have experienced both suffering and glory.

But Klein found it hard to believe that the beauty represented by Melissa was a thread he truly held in his hands.

These beautiful scenes evoke so much warmth and longing, yet the truth beneath them is filled with so much despair and cruelty.

what is that?

Is it a reflection of my own madness? Is it a malicious trap set by an Outer God? Is it a cage carefully set by someone else?

...Can I really have...?

Klein knew perfectly well that this question was the key to today's operation and the source of his mental turmoil, but he simply couldn't convince himself and could only "perform" as if he already believed it.

While this clumsy performance successfully propelled tonight's "story" forward, it also bred endless madness, gradually pushing Klein to the brink of losing control.

Klein didn't know how much longer he could hold on, and he had to solve the problem as soon as possible.

Leonard swallowed hard, stealthily taking a few steps away from the strangely behaving Klein, while wiping away non-existent sweat with his inner Parles clone.

The terminal suddenly twitched, and a strange message claiming to be from a reporter was sent to Leonard's terminal. Like a virus, it automatically projected its content onto Leonard's screen, accompanied by a constantly flashing navigation map.

“Geraldine has the clues you're looking for b(￣▽￣)d——cwaoo_”

...?

Electronic ghost, what a mess...?

Why did it suddenly appear and get involved in this mess?

Could this disaster also be related to it?

Wait, no—

It hijacked Geraldine's phone!!!

"Klein, I think we need to go find our reporter first."

Leonard shared the message from the electronic ghost with Klein and Audrey.

"Whether it's the navigation map it sent, its message, or its kidnapping of Geraldine, every single point is worth our immediate attention."

"I never expected that our reporter would actually be having an affair with Kovau."

Klein chuckled, then turned and strode toward the navigation.

Everything seems to be connected.

From the initial video of the sheriff's crime sent by Kovau to the later inclusion of Kovau's name on the intelligence list.

It was no accident. During his time as an investigative journalist, Geraldine maintained close intelligence ties with Kovau and even developed a huge intelligence network.

But that's not the point right now.

Why would Kovau expose his relationship with Geraldine at this time?

"……not good!"

Leonard immediately jumped onto a motorcycle from the roadside and pulled the energetic young man off.

"Get out of the way! This is a police operation in Siviras! Your car has been requisitioned!"

The three men rode their bikes overloaded, following the navigation program of the Khovau, speeding through the heavy snow of Dongrei, and rushed straight into the alley without cameras, but they were still too late.

The red fox lay in a pool of blood.

Blindingly red.

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