The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 392 Madness
The hymns are loud, the hexagrams become clouds, the totems stabilize the earth, and the light anchors the sky.

In front of the busy and tense battlefield, the power of many different systems, carefully coordinated with magic tools and strange objects, was injected into the mist at a set frequency.

These forces cooperated tacitly like an army, with clear division of labor and advancement step by step, gradually separating this unknown alien space from the real world.

The laws within the white fog are very different from those of the outside world. Although it blocks almost all detection, it also restricts countless monsters from leaving, thus reducing a lot of trouble.

Since there was no harassment, the sealing work went very smoothly, or even said to be... too smoothly.

Lai Henry stared at the vast sea of ​​fog that was churning and wriggling, and occasionally fiddled with the Feng Shui compass, as if he was in a trance.

"Is there something wrong?" The witch headmaster Cordelia was proficient in mental power and was the closest to him. She noticed that he was thinking about something, so she maintained the wide-space anchor and gave him a questioning look.

"It's just that there's still no feedback from the front, which makes people anxious." Lai Henry answered casually, stroking his shiny black mustache.

"The deeper you go, the stronger the interference will be. That's normal. Besides, haven't you all confirmed it? Although there are many enemies inside, their strength is limited. It is difficult for them to pose a fatal threat to the dispatched personnel..."

Feeling that the other party was being too cautious, Cordelia chuckled nonchalantly, causing the gloomy-faced government officials around her to look at her sideways and criticize:

——What you mean by no danger to the dispatched personnel is based on your own disciples. As for others, that’s it.

After swallowing a bottle of silver-shining potion, strands of pure magic gushed out, like a trickle of sweet mountain spring water, nourishing her over-consumed spellcasting source. The witch wiped the water from the corners of her lips elegantly and whispered softly:

"You care too much about the younger generation. Those young guys should be trained more."

While we were chatting, an official liaison officer came running over nervously and respectfully handed over a few pages of documents.

"Hawkins Laboratory, the sealed space crack... Heh, it turns out to be the remaining agents of the Crimson Alliance."

The contents of the information came into view, and Cordelia said with some surprise: "After so long, he is still trying his best to avenge his homeland. What a touching loyalty!"

After all, it is the world's hegemonic superpower. Even if it is internally rigid and lazy and has deep bureaucratic problems, its intelligence system cannot be underestimated.

After the initial confusion, the authorities quickly found the alarm record of a former Transcendent Project experiment in the vast amount of information. They followed the clues and figured out the current situation.

After taking the information and examining it repeatedly, Lai Henry's eyes were deep, as if he wanted to find some clues between the lines.

He was at the highest level among the people present, and he always felt a faint sense of strangeness since just now, but he had no clue what it was.

This is a common trouble for high-level transcendents. Because their inspiration is too strong, they often capture inexplicable fragments of information, but when they examine it carefully, they have no idea where to find it.

"Please speed up." He suppressed his thoughts and decided secretly, "When the alien space stabilizes, we will attack together and completely flatten it!"

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"Don't come over here! Are you... and all of you crazy?"

David waved his pistol in shock and anger, and yelled at the crowd in front of him.

He felt like he had fallen into an absurd nightmare.

Under the influence of the mysterious power of the fog, the power supply system has long been cut off. The only lighting now is provided by a few kerosene lamps found by the supermarket plumber.

On the cashier counter, tools from the last era emit a soft yellow light, illuminating the not-so-soft faces.

Inside the carefully built refuge fortress, the survivors who had worked together were now divided into two camps.

A small group of people, mostly children and young people, hid behind David, looking at their relatives and friends who seemed to have become different people. The air was filled with confusion and panic.

Opposite them were middle-aged and elderly men and women, who made up the majority of the group, approaching step by step with strange expressions on their faces.

“Wake up!” At the front of the crowd, an old woman in a gray sweater shouted loudly, holding high a cross hastily made of two white wooden strips, her thin body trembling with excitement.

Her overly exaggerated expressions and movements made her behavior look ridiculous, like a bad farce.

"Look, a miracle happened, and I was right!" The old woman said hoarsely, her tone full of pride.

"There is an angel hidden in every devout person, and I awaken them!

This disaster, fog, and monsters come from human blasphemy and depravity. This is undoubtedly the ultimate judgment of the Lord on the sinners! "

Her dry lips twisted and squirmed like two dehydrated slugs as she shouted with saliva flying all over her mouth. Even the dark age spots on her face were engraved with confidence and arrogance. She looked like a high and mighty judge.

"Shut up, Camo!" David blocked the children behind him, looking as ferocious as a beast protecting its cub. The black muzzle of his gun flashed with a cold metallic light, and he wished he could hit her on the forehead.

"You old witch, you have cast some evil magic to blind everyone and even want... want..." His palms were sweaty and he could hardly hold the handle of the gun. He stammered and cursed.

A slender figure stood out, the woman's bright eyes were pious and mixed with sadness: "My dear, Mrs. Kamo is right, this is a test, only by sacrificing the purest children can we wash away all sins and end this terrible disaster."

"Don't be afraid. Just as Abraham sacrificed Isaac, God will let our baby be reborn in the holy fire. Listen... God's decree is there." She opened her hands and placed them to her ears, as if listening to something, her voice was hazy and intoxicated.

Such inhumane words were paired with a calm and serene expression. The contrast was so evil that it made everyone who was still sober shudder and tremble.

"Crazy, all crazy..." The painter looked at his wife Stephanie's seemingly peaceful appearance. His rationality almost broke. He managed to resist the urge to pull the trigger by struggling to maintain a little affection between husband and wife.

The heavy knives and axes fell silently, and the tables, chairs, even the decorations and the ground were pried open.

Gray, yellow, white, and other colorful wood fibers were broken and shredded, piled up in a messy place, forming a growing pile that was soaked in a sticky liquid.

A strong, pungent smell of fuel suddenly wafted out, instantly pulling the onlookers back into the Middle Ages hundreds of years ago.

Burnt offering ceremony!

"Get out! Bang!" His spirit was finally completely crushed. David fired a shot into the air, hugged his son who had been frightened silly, and called on the chosen [victims] to run back.

"Everyone, go to the warehouse and close the door..." His joints suddenly tensed up, as if they were filled with quick-drying super glue, and he couldn't move even a finger.

The bone-chilling breath traveled along every muscle fiber and condensed into an invisible chain that bound him in place. He could only watch as a pair of skinny hands with exposed veins took away his beloved.

“Mmmm——!” The man’s eyes were bloodshot and almost popped out of his sockets.

He struggled with all his might, trying to break free of the invisible restraints. However, the force was like a demon from the abyss, cold and merciless, binding him tightly, leaving him with nothing but despair, watching those crying teenagers being tied up and then put on the pyre.

“Look, the fire and the wood are here, the fire and the wood are here, but where is the lamb for the burnt offering?

My child, my child, God will provide a lamb for a burnt offering." Faces were grinning, slyly grinning, and laughing wildly, reciting the classics of rebellion and rebellion. Under the flickering lights, a scene like a group of demons dancing wildly was reflected.

"Lord, if you really exist, please open your eyes!" David

The blood-red flames rose up, foreshadowing the human tragedy that was about to happen in the next second.

However, at this moment, a rapid sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from afar, breaking the despair and darkness that was about to descend.

The man tried his best to move his eyes, and saw a bright golden light coming out from the broken window outside the house and hitting the ceremony that was about to turn into purgatory.

The light spread out instantly, like a gurgling spring extinguishing a raging flame. Wherever it went, the raging flames quickly subsided.

What followed was a heartfelt complaint:

"I originally thought that the mentally retarded and crazy people in those disaster movies were just artistic exaggerations by stupid directors. I didn't expect that I was just shallow-minded. If I were to describe it in the style of the readers of that year, this is probably the simple yet perverted national character of the people of Dengta!"

(End of this chapter)