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It is unknown, absolutely unknown.

The battlefield was in complete chaos. Wanqi was focused on Arcana and was going all out, but every attack he made was an area-of-effect attack. The area was mostly populated by followers and cultists of the Hand of Reconstruction. In short, the Hand of Reconstruction was taking a beating from start to finish.

But this is just the beginning. Don't forget, Wan Qi is a necromancer.

Traditional necromancers rely on corpses, while more advanced necromancers study alchemy. Wan Qi, bored to the extreme with plenty of time, combined the two methods to achieve what he thought was the desired effect.

The necromantic bacteria were spread, quickly burrowing into every corpse and living creature, and then taking their place.

In other words, any living being, whether human or plant, is transformed into an undead creature. Then, alchemy is used to crudely combine them, and lightning extracts various elements from the earth. After applying enchantments, these elements are fused with the undead creature and used directly as high-quality cannon fodder.

Soon, Arcana saw images that people born before 1999 would never have seen.

The overwhelming skeletal drones were all imbued with the Red Sea power crystals that made her eyes twitch uncontrollably.

"Like my DJI drone? Bomb it!"

The battlefield expanded again. Vanchi's full-scale attack meant that he didn't care about the lives of others. Arcana himself was also someone who didn't care how many others died, so the surrounding environment was no different from the Western Front of World War I.

Throughout this process, Arcana kept trying to fight back, but each time he was directly suppressed by an even more ferocious force.

Wherever Wan Qi went, the land was covered with deep red crystals characteristic of the Red Sea. After flowing through this world, the seawater turned into a special solid substance, which seemed to be more solid. However, in Wan Qi's perception, the energy level of these crystallized seawater actually decreased.

Yes, it feels like it's been weakened, but it can still create a rank difference against the mystical power used by Arcana.

Therefore, in any place that has been flooded by Wanqi, Arcana cannot use anything there. As soon as she reaches out to touch it, those energies with devouring properties will devour her without hesitation, without any reason.

Since becoming the leader of the Reincarnation Hand, Arcana has never fought such a frustrating battle.

In this desperate situation, there was still a safe haven: the Si Chen team members, who were sealed off and protected by Wan Qi's bone prison, and they suffered no losses whatsoever.

"Si Chen, the headcount is complete, everyone is here. That assistant has perfectly protected all of us."

"Everyone is fine."

Veltin nodded; her current thought was how to get out.

Wan Qi's condition was clearly off; he looked like he was overdrawing his life force to unleash a powerful burst. For mystics, overdrawing one's life force to unleash powerful energy is the most common tactic in desperate situations. After all, in desperate situations, life is one's last bargaining chip; if one doesn't gamble it, the enemy can simply wipe out the entire enemy force and win.

"Si Chen, what about Mr. Wan Qi's condition..." The sonnet's worry was palpable.

Wan Qi protected them, that's an objective fact. Sonnet has absolute respect for comrades who fought alongside her, so she doesn't want the outcome of this battle to be a disastrous exchange of pieces.

Moreover, if Wanqi dies, Virtin will definitely be heartbroken.

There's also information about immunity to "torrential rain," which are all bargaining chips that could reverse the balance of power in this special era.

Encountering so many things during a single field mission, Sonnet deeply felt what it means to "know is easy, do is hard".

"it's complicated."

Just now, Virtin tried to communicate with Wanqi via telepathy, but the other party did not respond.

The most sensible thing to do at this point is to wait for the battle to end in the safety of the bone cell, but that would truly be the end.

Calm down, Virtue. There must be another way. We must try.

Just then, the bone prison suddenly began to disintegrate without warning, and soon vanished into nothingness.

This scene sent a chill down everyone's spine—it was over.

Who won?

At this time, Chicago, a once bustling city, was half reduced to ruins. But the destroyer was not Wan Qi, but Arcana. She sacrificed all the followers of the Hand of Reconstruction in the city, using them to construct a massive sacrificial array, directly sacrificing half of the city.

This is the trump card of the leader of the Reinventing Hand: as long as the location and circumstances are right, he can replenish his losses with a tragic loss of life, and even summon more "selves".

Arcana is one person, and we are Arcana.

The sky seemed to crack open, and black liquid began to gush out. In Wan Qi's mental perception, the number of Arcanas increased from one to many, and then recombine into one again.

"They may not be very close to God, but they are already very far from man."

While Wan Qi mocked, he raised up and activated the necromantic bacteria that had long since entered the bodies of the dead. One by one, the skeletons stood up again, and the flesh and blood combined to form new bodies. The surrounding reinforced concrete buildings were filled with the proliferating flesh and blood, turning into deformed monsters that made people's sanity points drop wildly.

Amidst the crimson waves stand monsters resurrected from the dead, while countless Arcanas dwell in the black swamp.

“We’re in the same boat,” Arcana said with a smile, his tone sarcastic.

"You still have that same carefree smile. It's clear that you've assembled countless versions of yourself over the long term. At least when it comes to surviving, you've certainly managed to give me a headache."

"What, calmed down and want to beg for mercy?"

"Then kill as many as you can! Kill them all!"

Wan Qi wielded the bone plating, and the undead army collided with the black giant wave. Countless bone-based undead drones in the sky launched a suicidal charge.

Poor Chicago, it's practically dead.

But that's fine too; dead entities and towering buildings are readily available resources.

The products assembled on-site were too abstract in design, but that did not prevent these abominations from being useful. Even though their own attack power was negligible, their enormous size was enough to fill their bodies with Red Sea water. As long as Arcana killed them, he would be sprayed in the face with deadly Red Sea water.

Arcana is indeed very strong, but her aura is fading away like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

Wanqi may not be able to completely kill Arcana, but he can severely damage him. Once the core leader of the Reincarnation Hand is severely injured, the St. Love Foundation, as an enemy, will definitely not let this opportunity pass.

The only regret is not being able to get that final kill, but beating the enemy to the point of wishing they were dead is also not bad.

Just then, Arcana suddenly concentrated his power, drawing all of himself back into one body, and then charged toward Wanqi with an attitude of abandoning everything.

"Trying to go all in by boarding a ship, huh? You're overthinking it."

Wan Qi instantly teleported a thousand meters away, and then fired thirty Holy Lances of the Dead.

But at that moment, Chicago, which was almost in ruins beneath his feet, suddenly transformed into a giant ritual array.

“I have a habit of leaving some gifts for the places I’ve been,” Arcana said as he appeared.

"That's a good habit, why don't you try it!"

Earth Magic - Meteor Spell

Coincidentally, Wan Qi, who had been tricked once before, was also prepared outside the battlefield this time. He launched thousands of elemental cores containing earth elements into the sky, which could perform a set of palm techniques that descended from the sky when needed.

You like setting up magical arenas, huh? I'll blow up your dueling ring!

Poor Chicago is completely dead this time, but the ceremony doesn't stop.

“You should control your emotions,” Arcana said slowly, revealing a victorious smile.

“Anger disrupted your emotional stability, and that was the point of attack I saw. However, I also admit that you are indeed a tough opponent who pushed me to the brink. All you lack is experience. But victory is victory. Finally, is there anything you would like to say?”

Wan Qi felt his consciousness sinking, but before losing consciousness, he gave Arcana the middle finger.

"If you're so capable, then go ahead and kill me!"

As darkness fell, Wanqi's consciousness sank into silence within the ritual trap set by Arcana.

But just as Arcana was happily preparing to receive his spoils, the surrounding red crystals suddenly emitted a blinding light and then rapidly converged towards Wanqi, quickly forming a seemingly thin but terrifying isolation barrier that sent chills down Arcana's spine.

This is a forbidden area; do not overstep your bounds.

This was truly an unexpected situation. What made Arcana even more helpless was that, through this ritual, her spiritual power and most of her soul had been bound together with Wan Qi. According to the normal procedure, what she needed to do next was to dismantle the enemy's body to peel away his soul, and finally completely devour him to obtain everything he had.

But she can't do it now. The power of the Red Sea is unknown to her, and she can't find a solution in a short time. But if she cuts it off like this, she will lose most of her power.

That's exactly where it froze.

"The more precious the gift, the more securely it should be wrapped."

Arcana wasn't frustrated; on the contrary, she wanted everything Wanchi had even more.

She wouldn't give up the delicious food she had in her mouth until at least other new dangers appeared that could threaten her.

At that very moment, Si Chen's team infiltrated Chicago, which was now indistinguishable from a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

Section 19: Everyone's Choice

(Fourth update!)

In human history, 1945 was a turning point, because that brilliant radiation awakened a second sun.

But in the world of mystics, such world-destroying power is not unimaginable, because there have been people in history who have actually achieved it, and they have become gods through their own power, gods walking among mortals. "This is... Chicago..."

Sonnet felt his ability to speak had been stripped away. Faced with a city that had almost turned into apocalyptic ruins, all language seemed utterly pale. Just a dozen minutes ago, this was a prosperous third-largest city in the United States, a shining pearl of the Great Lakes region.

Humans spent nearly a century building it (the earliest Chicago was built in 1833, and then rebuilt in 1871 due to a fire), and then Arcana sacrificed it, and Wanqi unleashed a massive attack, leaving only ruins as stubborn proof that a civilization once existed here.

The black swamp representing the power of Arcana and the red crystal symbolizing the power of Vanchi are intertwined, but upon closer inspection, it can be seen that there are gaps between them, and the power of Arcana does not cover them, but rather retreats.

However, after the final ritual was initiated, Arcana withdrew most of her power and is now focused on dealing with the forces protecting Wanqi, attempting to breach this final fortress.

This also means that she doesn't have the extra energy to observe her surroundings now.

Snyder and Forget-Me-Not are nowhere to be found. The other minions of the Reconstruction Hand were wiped out in the recent AOE attack by Wanqi. Hiding underground won't help. Can't you see that 80% of Chicago is now a huge crater at least 100 meters deep?

Arcana devoured life within the city through sacrifice, while Vanzie physically shattered Chicago.

It truly possesses destructive power on par with the legendary Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix.

"over there!"

Veldin saw where Vanci was, and unsurprisingly, Arcana was there too.

However, the latter's state was strange. Under normal circumstances, one's gaze would definitely be noticed by the other, but Arcana remained completely still, while Wanqi was also asleep in the deep red crystal. The two were in such an eerie standoff.

So that's how the standoff started.

Wilting immediately determined that the current situation was still a stalemate, but this stalemate could not be directly observed at the physical level.

Arcana, have they really been forced to this point?

But a new problem has also arisen: where is the breakthrough point?

Ideally, the two sides are currently in a fragile balance, which could be disrupted by the intervention of any force. But a new problem arises: is this fragile force within our control, or beyond our control? The fragile force seen by an ant and the fragile force seen by an elephant are two different concepts.

"Everyone, come here for a moment." Veltin gathered the team members and then asked, "Which of you can use mental magic to allow me to establish a mental connection with Wanqi?"

Xingdi was shocked: "Are you crazy! These kinds of mystical arts are very dangerous."

"I also wish there were a safe way, but our enemy is so insane that we have to take a risky approach," Wilting said firmly.

“Si Chen, this is too dangerous. You can’t put yourself in this risk! Let me do it.” Sonnet volunteered.

"No, only I can do this."

Because spiritual connections are generally made between people with relatively close relationships. It's like going to someone's door; if it's someone you know, you just call out and they open the door. But with a stranger, who are you? You don't know them, and there's no one there.

If this were a game, then Xingdi, Apple, and Wanqi would be considered friends, and I would have a somewhat favorable relationship with him, but as for Sonnet and the others, they would only be slightly familiar strangers.

This level of intimacy isn't close enough to invite someone over to your home.

The inner world is an extremely sensitive place for everyone; to want to launch a single product when there isn't enough goodwill is just wishful thinking.

"But……"

"Sonnets, believe me."

"Okay... alright, but Si Chen, you must protect yourself!"

"Yes, I promise you."

Faced with Virtue's gaze, Sonnet yielded.

“That’s a crazy plan. So what kind of technique or ritual will we use to achieve it?” Xingdi asked a crucial question. After all, you have to knock before you go to someone’s door. If you can’t even knock, then nothing else matters. “There’s a spiritual resonance ritual that can do that. I saw it in an ancient book, and we happen to have the medium.”

The medium that Virtin mentioned was the mental communication talisman that Wanqi gave her, the most direct mental channel between the two. Although it did not have this function itself, it did indeed connect Wanqi and her mental power in fact.

Of course, this is only the most superficial level of attraction, not even as deep as Dior's finger poking his temple. Furthermore, the ritual requires cooperation from both parties to be effective; it's like making a phone call—if the other party simply won't answer, there's nothing you can do. This isn't a missile strike targeting a satellite phone; it's like free shipping, no returns, and no negative reviews.

The probability of success is uncertain. If this tactic fails, the only thing Virtin can do is call the foundation for help. He believes they will be interested in Vanchi, who is capable of driving Arcana to the brink of defeat.

But this also means that Vanci is completely exposed to the Foundation's scrutiny, and considering what the organization has done to him in the past, Virtin does not want this to happen.

Therefore, this is a high-stakes gamble with no guaranteed returns.

Even so, Virtue decided to give it her all, hoping for that one in ten thousand chance.

Meanwhile, Arcana also encountered an unexpected situation.

The power emanating from Wan Qi was a threat and an unknown to her, but Wan Qi himself was rejecting this power.

Yes, it's ironic, that force has been pulling at Wanqi's soul, seemingly trying to take him to another world. And for Arcana, even in the spiritual world, that force is still effective, leaving him powerless.

Completely disregarding the power of spirit, soul, and space, it operates across all dimensions—something never before seen in Arcana.