The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 378 Son of Hermes
Obey or...die!

The words uttered by the ordinary-looking middle-aged man wearing a worn yellow jacket were so harsh that they even sounded absurd and funny, like the ravings of a madman.

But the burning evil energy contract floating beside him turned all the funny things into murderous ones!

However, the problems in this world cannot be solved by lies alone.

Wolves have been known for their unruly and aloof nature since ancient times. Even though modern biologists have revealed the husky heart beneath their cold appearance through research, no one can deny their tough and ruthless fighting nature.

The moonlight rolled over the soft silver-gray fur, emitting a pearl-like fluorescent glow. The old werewolf in the lead stood up, and the joints of his bull-like body stretched and deformed.

The fur billowed backwards and turned into a rough coat, revealing the old and vigorous face of the alien shaman. Two brown-black eyes were embedded in the wrinkles of time, emitting a wildness as sharp as a knife.

"The wolf is like the long wind blowing through the mountains and will not accept any enslavement. Get out of our territory, demon!"

His thumb rubbed across the cover of the small drum at his waist, and a deep, vibrato that shook every inch of the land suddenly rang out. This was the wolf pack's battle song, their oath of freedom, and every drum beat was like the roar of a wild beast.

Invisible sound waves squeezed in the air, stirring up a turbulent vortex that was powerful enough to tear apart steel, with phantoms of various shapes and forms looming in the air... The spirits deposited by the death of thousands of birds and beasts in the mountains and forests were transformed into vicious spirits by witchcraft, which could even cause an elephant to suffer an instant heart attack.

Before such an attack, even if it was a demon from the lower plane, one must treat it with caution...right? The werewolf priest thought with certainty.

And then...he died.

The shattering sound waves and tides of spirit energy swarmed in like wolves and tigers, and stopped abruptly in front of the figure, as if they had crashed into a void space, causing only ripples, without making even a sound, and then dissipated silently.

A dim light emerged, like the remnants of sunset clouds, the sand and dust of the Gobi Desert, floating down alone. Carrying the breath of the final collapse of all things, ignoring the armor formed by the swirling air currents, the body comparable to rock sank directly into the depths of the old wolf's soul.

"Ugh!" The short groan only lasted halfway before it suddenly fell silent, like a dying sigh.

Under the clear silver moon, a body as strong as an old oak tree shrank and fell to the ground. In the black smoke and devil flames, a canine creature with completely lost fur and protruding bone spurs climbed up docilely.

No procrastination, no mercy, no wasted words, the cold and decisive "arguments" are worth more than a thousand words.

Then all the beasts lay low.

The law of the jungle is the law of nature. The wolves trembled in fear and allowed Zi Yan to leave his name on the seal.

In the video, the devil was so powerful that he could decide life and death. Outside the video, Zhu Mingyao clicked his tongue in confusion.

Although the opponent's strength is strong, he can only reach the [Lord Level] at most. He is either a projection or a clone.

He was somewhat confused by the sneaky act of recruiting dark monsters - why was he so careful? With the status of the Demon God of Hell, did he still need subordinates?

He shook his head and continued watching. The perspective of the picture trembled slightly, representing the extreme horror of the peeping Tom in the distance.

"Hmm?" The man suddenly raised his head, and a dim yellow light suddenly poured out from his eyes, like a flood, sweeping across the forest in a few seconds.

The demonic light instantly approached the field of vision, and the people watching the illusion could almost feel the despair of the Rakshasa ghost.

However, at this moment, a ray of bright light suddenly appeared in the wilderness in another direction.

"It's me." A pool of blue water was flowing slowly but actually quickly, and a fat black woman came riding the waves barefoot.

"The area I'm responsible for has been completed. Your progress is too slow." A soft voice, which was completely different from its appearance, complained.

The man silently dispersed his magical power and said without emotion: "My [Protection] domain turned into [Destruction] the moment it fell into hell in the past. It is not suitable for this kind of delicate work. If I were to degenerate them all into demons, it would be very fast."

"That would defeat the purpose." The black girl raised her foot and stepped lightly, and the water surface became as smooth as a mirror, reflecting many evil and strange shapes:

The fat maggots burrowed in and out of the zombie's body, sometimes landing on the glowing scales of a nearby lizardman, only to be flicked away in disgust by the latter.

The slender Wendigo devoured the human flesh in its hands. Above it, ethereal ghosts danced like gray mist, greedily sharing the blood.

"Don't underestimate today's humans. They are not fools." The woman said solemnly.

"We only send out these weak avatars, and try to subdue them instead of turning them into followers, just for safety reasons.
——There are already strong people following behind me. If I am caught, it will be easy for them to predict my location. I don’t want to be besieged.”

The burning sheepskin fluttered and swept across the sky. A group of giant wolves flew up into the air involuntarily and turned into wolf-head runes that stuck to the scroll. The demon parasitic on the man croaked, "So I suggest that we kill them directly and detonate that embryonic form of hell to see if they still have the leisure to chase us."

"I'll let you take away that guy's power, right? You're the only one among us who has the same system and similar properties as him, so you're the perfect supplement."

"Hmph! Everyone is doing the same thing for themselves. Haven't you found a good prey?" The devil didn't get angry when his hidden thoughts were revealed. He just snorted coldly, implying that he was not completely ignorant.

"Your Highness Azazel, don't judge others by yourself. The ocean's heart is always broader than the magma of hell..." The black girl raised her thick lips slightly.

"I don't intend to selfishly keep it all to myself. Instead, I'm happy to share my discovery with my companions." She stretched out her palm, and the warm and moist light held out a small object.

"Since the great son of Hermes has fallen into depravity and madness, attacking and devouring nature spirits everywhere to prolong his life, as a relative of the same race, I believe it is my duty to help him free himself."

"I am amazed by your ruthlessness and decisiveness." After seeing the object clearly, the demon said in a half-sarcastic and half-sincere admiration. "If it were back then, you should have a place on the obsidian throne of the Nine Hells."

"Thank you for your compliment. The pan flute has seven pipes in total. Only after they are all collected will the place where the master is sleeping be revealed. As for the rest, I'll have to ask my allies to take care of it..."

While they were negotiating the deal, the figures walked away, the screen disappeared, and Zhu Mingyao and the other two were speechless for a while.

The two evil spirits of the Wen family were naturally shocked by the true identity revealed by their enemy. The reputation of Satan's lieutenant was heard of even by ordinary believers who had read the Bible, let alone the demon hunters who were familiar with the mysticism.

What Zhu Mingyao cared about was what the black girl took out.

It was a hollow golden reed with remnants of beeswax on both sides that served as an adhesive.

Just like what he was holding in his hand now.

Recalling the little information revealed by the unknown existence, his face was extremely solemn.

"Reed... pan flute... the son of Hermes, turns out to be [Him]."

I'm afraid we'll have to seek external help for this matter.

(End of this chapter)