The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 388 Enter
The peculiarly shaped aircraft flew across the sky, and the huge roar when it broke the sound barrier resounded through the clouds and shook the surrounding air.

The silver-black fuselage gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the stars. The light and heat generated by the combustion of complex chemical fuels turned into a gushing orange-red tail flame, leaving a bright trail behind it, like a sharp sword piercing into the darkness in the distance.

"Our Chamber of Commerce actually has a magical version of a private jet. This is the first time I know about it. It feels great to ride on it. Why isn't it promoted?" Zhu Mingyao looked at the surrounding layout and marveled in amazement.

Except for a few seats in the cabin, all other facilities had been completely removed. The large space was vacated and pictures of ghosts and gods performing rituals were carefully painted with gold and stone pigments.

These ghosts and gods all looked similar, with leopard heads, round eyes, square mouths and fangs, wild hair flying wildly, bare chests and bare feet, and wearing wide indigo robes. They were like vivid creatures, leaping and dancing among the spiritual lights and shadows.

Without exception, these inhuman-like beings all held a bulging leather bag in their hands, spewing out airflow-shaped runes outlined by lines, which penetrated into every part of the aircraft, reducing its friction with the external air and weakening the internal noise.

"The main reason is that the cost-effectiveness is too low. The cost of refining a set of True Shape Talismans is two or three times that of the aircraft itself, but it can only increase the speed and stability by a little bit. Who can bear it? So after the production of this [Wind Lord], the subsequent plans were stopped."

Bai Ziyuan lowered his head, playing with a crystal clear, flawless white bone sword with great interest.

"It seems that in this case, if modern technology and supernatural powers can be integrated so easily, why would the federal government rush to drag us into the game?"

He straightened his attitude and snorted, "Due to the delay of the local government in the early stage, the strange fog has already covered five or six towns, trapping nearly 40,000 people. The authorities have tried every possible way but can only slightly curb the speed of expansion."

Bai Ziyuan put away his usual frivolousness and said solemnly with a serious face:
“Although according to detection feedback, the energy intensity displayed by these alien creatures that appear in the fog is limited, their number is extremely large.

So don’t take it too lightly…”

While they were talking, the aircraft suddenly shook violently. The two men reflexively grabbed the handrails, narrowed their eyes, and looked out the window together.

A grayish-white color appeared at the edge of the dark purple night sky. As the plane moved, the vibration became more and more obvious and clear.

"Such a strong electromagnetic interference. This alone is enough to destroy most of the sophisticated weapons and equipment. No wonder they are so anxious." Zhu Mingyao leaned against the porthole, his eyes shining brightly.

He has now opened [Eyes of God] and [Forehead God]. The former grants him the ability of farsightedness, allowing him to see through physical entities; the latter gives him the power of clairvoyance, allowing him to peek into intangible entities.

The combination of the two is like carrying a high-powered psychic telescope with him, allowing him to clearly sense the many evil auras lurking in the gloomy fog, like sharks leisurely swimming in the deep sea.

"Uncle Lai and the others are over there, let's go down and report first!" Zhu Mingyao looked around and pointed to the northeast. In his eyes, there was a column of dim and imperceptible golden light shooting straight into the sky.

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The burly man in a camouflage vest took out a suede and wiped the knight's sword until it gleamed coldly; the white-collar worker in a suit and leather collar shook the foot-long chestnut staff, which ejected strands of brilliant magic sparks; the ruffian with a buzz cut stroked a skull necklace and whispered to a ghost...

Black smoke was emitting from more than a dozen LCD screens from time to time, and under strong electromagnetic interference, the screens continued to scroll patterns and texts of unknown purpose.

At the same time, not far away, there was a bustling crowd, with all kinds of classical weapons and magic tools matched with modern attire, creating a weird fantasy punk atmosphere.

"... Let me reiterate, your mission is to do your best to gather the residents, establish a safe point, and wait for us to launch a blockade of the town from the outside. Collect the supplies now, and set off in five minutes... Seeing the other party's tragic expression as if his father had died, Zhu Mingyao listened to the pre-war mobilization of the person in charge with the most basic courtesy, and then quickly walked to several familiar figures.

Compared to the scattered soldiers who were urgently recruited, these real masters are showing their extraordinary abilities:

The clear clouds condensed into the innate eight trigrams, and the sixty-four trigrams evolved in pairs, spreading across the void...

A giant green anchor condensed from pure light was suspended in mid-air, with a majestic two-winged flying dragon hovering above it, emitting waves at a fixed frequency...

A marble cross that was taken down from some old church stood tall, and more than a dozen clergymen of at least bishop rank knelt down devoutly and chanted in a low voice, stirring up a shower of holy light...

A totem as thick as a palace pillar, about three stories high, was erected. A North American bison carved from sandstone and obsidian was raised with its head held high and eyes glaring, breathing heavily like a living creature, confronting the ferocious gray wolf...

Lines of equally powerful forces coming from various systems extended across the board, firmly pinning down the spatial anomalies and making it impossible for the fog to get beyond the line.

However, the action of force is always mutual, and the classical laws apply to the extraordinary field as well. When the situation is temporarily stabilized, the feedback pressure also makes the above-mentioned personnel unable to move.

Lai Henry solemnly sat cross-legged on the carpet, spinning the brass compass in his hand. Upon seeing them coming, he nodded slightly to the witch principal Cordelia next to him, then turned around and instructed:
"Even if we work together to cast a spell and completely seal the space, it will take at least 12 hours. It will be difficult to rescue during this period. You must be careful in there."

He thought about it for a moment, and a trace of pity flashed across his face.

"Save as many people as possible while ensuring your own safety."

He flicked his finger and a crystal glass mirror rolled over, reflecting broken limbs and flesh all over the ground, a large number of blurry black shadows tearing at human flesh, and desperate wails rising and falling.

The mirror shattered into powder. Even though it was just a glimpse, the bloody cruelty in it made people feel cold.

"It has been proven that fog can block perception. Please remember to stay where the survivors are and wait for help. Do not run around."

Rune potions and other consumables were distributed like water. Many extraordinary people formed simple teams according to their professions, and entered the dense sea of ​​fog one after another with full alert.

As rare elite players present, Zhu Mingyao and his partner formed a team of their own, selected a target direction, and prepared to set off and catch up.

"Hey, you guys come really fast, wait a moment." At this moment, two pretty figures in robes floated over in a hurry.

The sweat on the tip of her nose made the girl's skin look even more fair and lovely. Madison panted and said:
"You are in charge of Hard Town, right? A relative of a classmate of our sisterhood lives there. Let's change our target."

The situation was urgent, and Zhu Mingyao didn't bother to exchange pleasantries. "Who is your target?"

A roll of detailed color maps was stuffed over.

"Long Lake Town!"

(End of this chapter)