Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Chapter 476 Enjoying a Mad Life

The opinion leader realized something was wrong and immediately stopped firing, but by then the prolonged circling and bombardment had already consumed most of the ammunition.

Despite being surrounded and pressured by the other side, the opinion leader felt a strong sense of crisis.

Unlike her lone adversary, the opinion leader had countless followers. She raised her hand and adjusted the shooting abilities of the surrounding cultists, greatly enhancing their shooting capabilities at the cost of reduced physical strength, and once again shouted towards the ruins.

"I propose we follow him and fire into the ruins!"

This time, the "proposal" only applied to a portion of the group; the rest who remained in place were freed. The modified followers swarmed forward, unleashing a torrent of fire upon the ruins where Field was located without warning.

Hiding beneath the massive ruins, Field was completely focused. As his mind caught up with his body, reason and spirit worked together efficiently. He closed his eyes, took another deep breath, and gripped the paper dart in his hand.

The locomotives made of steel are too fast, but the low-sequence flesh made of bone and blood is too slow.

Beneath the ruins, no one saw Field disappear into the black flames.

A wisp of black smoke leaped out of the burning flames and transformed into a hiding place behind another burning ruin.

Whoosh, snap.

A paper knife, a sliver of white light, a cloud of blood mist, a wisp of black smoke.

With a scream, one of the followers fell to the ground.

"Alert! Guard the surroundings!"

"I propose we fire in the direction of the attack we just witnessed!"

Field would never launch a second attack in one place; he had already left the ruins, and a flame leaped out, appearing on the other side of the battlefield.

Whoosh, snap.

Another follower fell to the ground.

The opinion leader panicked and tried to use some extraordinary items to attack.

Unfortunately, these extraordinary items only inflict negative status effects on individuals and have no effect on Field.

Damn it, if only I could use one of those extraordinary items with powerful attack capabilities!

Whoosh, snap.

As her thoughts raced, a beam of white light grazed her arm and pierced the chest of a follower behind her.

The other party... can keep up with the speed of the motorcycle?!

No... Judging from the movements of the followers, the near miss was just a coincidence.

So, could the next coincidence be your own heart?

Whoosh, snap.

Another person has fallen to the ground.

The opinion leader finally lost his temper, shielded the motorcycle in front of him, and issued another order.

"I propose that you cover my retreat!"

The "proposal" that the gunmen had previously followed had become ineffective. Most of the Skywalkers around them were Sequence 8 or Sequence 9, unable to resist the assimilation of the opinion leader, and more followers joined the ranks to implement the new "proposal".

The Sky Cultists gathered instantly and rushed toward the battlefield of the opinion leader, firing freely in all directions, but they couldn't catch Field's elusive figure and could only occasionally get a pile of broken black paper figures.

Sometimes, Sky Cultists would rush into the illusions set up by Field, reaching open and convenient areas, only to be killed one by one by Field.

These illusions are actually not stable and are significantly inferior to the illusions of a normal Sequence Seven magician.

Unfortunately, apart from opinion leaders, the followers responsible for causing trouble were all of relatively low rank, some even being ordinary people without any extraordinary characteristics, and they could hardly resist even this level of illusion.

It's really intriguing; where did the other trainee priests go during this operation?

Whoosh, snap.

Enraged, the opinion leader quickly directed his followers to get into vehicles, using motorcycles and human walls to cover his retreat.

At the same time, the opinion leader's skin developed a metallic sheen, while the motorcycle displayed the soft, delicate texture of a young girl's skin.

She tried her best to assimilate the steel motorcycle to enhance her physical strength. However, due to her low sequence, her assimilation ability was not perfect, and she could only inject steel into her skin, while her flesh and blood remained weak and suffering inside.

Unfortunately, the cult members' own motorcycles, due to assimilation, were covered with a soft skin, affecting the motorcycles themselves. Eventually, the motorcycles became unusable, and the opinion leaders simply abandoned them, using them as cover against bullets.

Whoosh, snap.

Once off the motorcycle, the opinion leader's movement speed immediately slowed down. His followers were then killed one after another by paper knives raining down from all directions.

Whoosh, snap.

The opponent was very calm and composed, carrying out precise strikes at a steady and unhurried pace.

Whoosh, ding.

A paper knife pierced the opinion leader's hand and pinned him to the motorcycle behind him.

With gritted teeth, she spread her injuries among all her followers, and then, at the cost of her wisdom and courage, enhanced her movement speed and physical strength.

Turning around, he pulled hard on the paper knife, finally freeing his hand. But when he looked back, he met a pair of indifferent eyes through the gap in the human shield.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

Because his hands were pinned down, the opinion leader paused briefly, and in that brief moment, several more followers fell to the ground.

The defense, composed of motorcycles and human flesh, sped up once more, with Field walking unhurriedly behind, throwing his paper knives at a steady, even pace.

After several attacks, seeing the wounds on his followers, Field figured out the opponent's ability to transfer injuries and determined the opponent's methods and sequence.

The rest was easy. Field once again pulled the black submachine gun from the air, gripped it with one hand, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da da da!

Opinion leaders and their followers had completely exhausted their ammunition and could only watch helplessly as Field reloaded, powerless to retaliate.

After running out of ammunition again, the opinion leader's followers were almost entirely wiped out. Field simply pulled out his paper knife again to conserve ammunition.

For Field, these black bullets were an unlimited supply, but the gaps in the magazines were deadly, so it was essential to keep his magazines full at all times.

Of course, sometimes it's also due to unnecessary frugal habits.

With one hand holding a gun and the other pulling a paper knife from his pocket, he approached the opinion leader step by step, slashing at her and her followers one by one.

Despite the attack being aimed at her followers, there were always so many coincidences that caused the throwing knife to leave wounds on her body, or even miss its mark and hit her directly.

As the opinion leader suffered more harm, the harm she distributed to her followers also increased. Some of the weaker ones could not withstand the damage and died during the transfer.

As Field drew closer, her wounds multiplied until she reached the opinion leader, at which point her injuries became too numerous to share with anyone else.

The surrounding Sky Cult members rushed to their aid, becoming followers of the opinion leader, and one after another exhausted their ammunition, dying amidst the flying knife attacks and shared damage.

Now, in the surrounding environment, only the opinion leader, a cultist, is alive.

The motorcycle was parked alone at the intersection. Even if she rode it and turned on the throttle, the soft motorcycle couldn't carry her to safety.

But the opinion leader couldn't do it; her injuries were so severe that she couldn't even stand up and could only slowly crawl towards the intersection on her motorcycle.

She was powerless to help even though the path to survival was so close.

Click, click, click.

Field finally took steady steps and slowly approached the opinion leader.

She saw those chilling, empty eyes once again.

boom!