The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 346 Genuine and Pirated

"Greedy, they have been coveting the secret of eternal life, but divinity is the brilliant spark produced by the collision of soul and law. It is difficult for mortal things to easily get involved. Forcibly absorbing it will only lead to death on the spot." Santanice talked eloquently.

"The establishment of the Federation was short-lived, limited by the lack of accumulation in the mysterious field. For a long time, there were treasures that could not be used, and they could only make simple and rough items with great flaws and very low effectiveness."

She glanced painfully at the few remaining capsules and slowed down the speed of dispensing them.

"It wasn't until after World War II, when the Third Reich's magical heritage was seized, that research advanced by leaps and bounds, and finally a breakthrough was achieved in recent years..."

Santanice raised her right hand high, the golden orange pellet between her thumb and index finger was soft and blurred, with a strange sense of beauty.

"The emergence of the [Super Power] potion is its greatest achievement, allowing ordinary people to become extraordinary in one leap! Even though the super power activated through this method can never cross the [Knight Level], and has the flaw of easily losing control, but Still a revolutionary invention!”

Santanice's sharp canine teeth loomed on her lips, her expression was half mocking and half sarcastic, as if she saw her jealous and wealthy neighbor about to go bankrupt:
"The talents of the short-lived species are indeed terrifying. The height they have reached in just a few decades can be compared to the power that I have achieved in hundreds of years, but it doesn't matter... Wait until they fully master this kind of technology, you annoying human magicians. , I’m afraid it will be completely eliminated!”

Two red talisman papers painted with flying flames floated out and turned into a red cloud. He held up the sun and stabilized the position a little. Zhu Mingyao still did not show his figure and calmly retorted:

"It doesn't matter. At most we will be unemployed, and you dark monsters will probably be crammed into laboratories and zoos."

However, his counterattack was met with only a sneer.

"Idiot! By then I will have swallowed Kukulkan's divine blood and pushed open the door to eternity! But now that your curiosity is satisfied, you can die in peace!"

It was clear that her life was at stake, but the other party's behavior was too calm. Santanice suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable irritation. She didn't want to be entangled any longer. At several points, the Venus burst together, and the mist-like rainbow light disappeared into the giant python. , we must kill the chatty boy in front of us in one fell swoop!

"We thought of it together." The young man smiled leisurely, "Thank you for your enthusiastic explanation, now... you can go and die!"

"boom!"

The tall figure suddenly jumped out of the void, the indigo ax was entangled with thunder, and with great power, it suddenly rushed towards the feathered snake.

"Idiot, how can an undead soul compare with the incarnation of a god..." Santanico's manic laughter like a night owl suddenly stopped.

The seemingly indestructible field of wind and rain opened in front of the thunder ax without any hindrance.

Then came silvery scales, a long body, and bones that were neither gold nor jade.

This blow almost cut the giant python into two pieces vertically!

After being severely injured, the corrupted black blood in the lower body could no longer be suppressed and vaporized into large black clouds, infinite and as deep as a prison, and chaotic thoughts leaked out, like thousands of voices arguing endlessly:
"My Lord, why do you abandon us..."

"Manpower is exhausted, and we need more spirits to fill the divinity..."

"Where else? Where else--here!"

The sharp pain of tearing came, and Santanice looked down in confusion. The scattered fangs, which were like solidified mercury, broke out of her body. The huge mouth then closed ruthlessly, taking the [Super Power] potion in her hand with it. Swallow the snake belly below the abdomen together.

"Why?" Relying on the extremely tenacious life of the advanced vampires, she widened her eyes and opened her mouth hoarsely.

She was defeated and died in a daze, and she really refused to die in peace.

There is a huge gap between divinity and mortal things. No matter modern firearms or extraordinary powers, it is difficult to cause harm easily, right?

"Although this thing is half true and half false, its power level is indeed high enough. If I were to fight it alone, I would have no way to deal with it, but I happen to have an item that can provide the right remedy."

As if he saw what she was thinking, Zhu Mingyao pointed his sword slightly, raised the blue blade again, and without any pity, slashed straight towards the beautiful face!
"For example, if an arrogant and domineering branch of a noble family meets a direct descendant of the family, what will be the result? Or, as a work of art from the same author, if a patchwork of fragments meets a complete original, which one do you think? More valuable?"

Turning the prey into reward points and pocketing it, he pushed the magic technique again, and the [Jiesen] ax swept across, easily cutting through the giant python seven inches from the heart, and cut open a piece of meat that looked like rotten silver. The feathered snake burst out He convulsed and twisted, then fell to the ground exhausted, no longer alive.

The huge and complicated thoughts lost their restraints and dispersed into the dark wind with a roar. The largest one naturally followed the ax blade and was transmitted to the heart of the Yaksha ghost general.

However, the dead person has no intention... The mental reverberation, which is enough to turn a senior psychic into an idiot, just spins helplessly on the cold body for a few times, and then disappears into nothingness.

For the Yaksha Ghost General, it was just a breeze blowing by, but for Zhu Mingyao, as the controller, it was a glimpse into deeper secrets.

That was a story from long ago...

The bright sunshine shines on the majestic stepped pyramids, the surface of the volcanic rocks formed by high temperature shines with a dark green glassy light, the cool breeze blows slowly, and the square fertile fields are filled with fruits.

The lush and thick green leaves are now mostly dry yellow and thin, setting off the corn cobs as thick as arms, which are mixed with gold and jade, and look particularly pleasing, like a sea of ​​topaz dotted with a few strands of emerald.

The muscular slave was bare-chested and carrying a basket. His sweat coated his brown-red skin with an oily sheen. Even though he was tired, his face was filled with the joy of a good harvest. The priests wearing gorgeous feather crowns were holding bunches of bright and colorful Mexican dahlias, standing aside and urging them gently, without any hint of arrogance or ferocity.

Such a slightly strange scene, at first glance, seems to have a humorous meaning of the great harmony of the classical slave society.

But the people inside did not feel anything wrong, because the Lord they believed in was the most benevolent of the many great beings on this land. He hated bloody sacrifices and had no need for cruel rituals. All that is desired is pure faith.

"Ah, Kukulkan...

You are the symbol of wind and rain...

It is the embodiment of life, death and fertility...

We pick flowers and fruits and offer them with devotion, today, tomorrow, and forever. "

The soulful and melodious prayer shook the stone tower and echoed in the wilderness, as if it could touch the slowly moving white cloud in the sky, just like it had for hundreds of years...

It’s different from what it was in hundreds of years!
Countless exclamations came one after another, and in the eyes of millions of astonished eyes, the elegant and slender giant slowly rose into the sky from the top of the temple.

It's like the scales made of platinum reflect the holy soft light, the wind and thunder are blowing together, and the mist is mist, holding up a noble and sacred figure.

The otherworldly python swam its body, its head showed a humanized apology, and the snake opened and closed its kisses several times but remained silent.

Now that he has made up his mind, the arrogance of the gods does not allow any more false comfort. He gazed deeply at the land and people of his hometown for the last time. The rainbow wings that covered the sky danced and flew towards a vortex of stars spreading high in the sky.

At the same time, a thunderous message spread throughout the hearts of all believers in an instant.

"Do not--!"

Desperate cries and wailings, like boiling seas and mountains rising to the sky, slave farmers, samurai priests, and mortals desperately grabbed the ground with their heads. The soft flesh collided and cracked on the rough rocks, and the blood instantly dyed the soil red.

All the noise converged into one hoarse begging:

"Great Kukulkan, please don't abandon us!"

The figure did not look back after all, flying higher and higher in the heart-rending retention.

However, at the moment when he was about to step into the endless sea of ​​stars, the giant python's body still trembled as if he couldn't bear it. His pure eyes like the finest diamonds turned gently, and the endless nostalgia and shame turned into a drop of golden red blood tears. It seeped out from the corner of his eyes and fell into the arms of the youngest priest on the top of the temple.

"Has He left?" His companions gathered around him in a hurry, murmuring.

Feeling the still warm tears, the young man clenched his hands blankly, as if they were more valuable than his own life and soul.

"He is still there..."

Time flies, swords and fire come and go, years go by, civilization and faith rise and fall, and the torrent of history sweeps past, but it fails to wash away this golden red tear of blood.

Using this as a source of power, the priests can still maintain basic spellcasting abilities even though the god's throne is vacant. It is a parting gift from a great person to his believers.

But...human beings are not satisfied with this.

It was quietly placed on the black agate altar, overlooking the absurdity below.

The priests who had lost their servants died one by one, and the silvery bones were dug out of their bodies one by one, piled up around them, and spliced ​​into the shape of a long snake. In the end, only the young man of the year was left.

"That's not Him!"

The strong foreign warrior stepped up the steps step by step, arrogantly raising the bloody butcher knife. Behind him were the long-abandoned cultivated fields and roads.

The last shaman priest hunched over and slowly turned his head, with the former look vaguely visible on his dying face.

"No, that's Him..."

He whispered to others and also to himself.

The obsidian sacrificial knife sank into the skinny forehead, and the crystal-like skull rushed out and melted into the formation of bones, wrapping up the blood and tears in layers.

As a result, the world was shaken, and the pyramid temple sank underground with the invaders. A strange and powerful force with divine power but no divine heart, a divine form but no divine soul, was born from this.

(End of this chapter)