The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 399 Whose Revenge?

In mid-spring, in the temperate climate of the Federation, most areas are covered with lush green grass.

However, at this moment, the small town of Hawkins is still covered in frost.

The scattered houses, cars, trees and even all protruding objects have disappeared without a trace, leaving only a vast expanse of white land, as if everything was buried by an unimaginable heavy snow.

On this "snowfield", a line of faint footprints spread from far to near.

In this sudden disaster, teams of extraordinary people came to rescue all the fallen residential areas, but no one came to this place.

After all, many similar incidents have long proved that residents in other areas may be lucky enough to survive, but the source of the incident and its outcome can basically be determined, so there is no need to waste manpower.

In this case, the identity of the owner of the footprints is very questionable.

Besides, her appearance and dress were too out of place with the environment.

The loose and wide pure black robe fluttered as he walked. The one-meter-square soft white cloth was folded and wrapped around the ears, forming a knot, with one end hanging in front of the chest and the other end towering above the head, symbolizing the wearer's self-cultivation, humility and purity.

There is nothing wrong with this dignified and elegant nun's attire, except that the golden cross called "fur coat" was not hung on the top according to ritual, but was instead randomly inserted between the rough cowhide belt, showing a somewhat rebellious temperament.

But the dark face like a bottomless black hole and the golden and red sparks suspended in it all emphasized the fact that the visitor was not human.

As she walked, there seemed to be no fixed pace under her feet. Every step seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space. In a flash, she crossed half of the town and arrived at the destination of this trip.

The small fountain in front of the door has dried up and turned black, the bluestone holy water basin has been smashed to pieces, the white plaster angels have either lost their heads or broken their wings, and the small church in the center of the town is now only left with a few broken walls and ruins.

The charred hills seem like the tombs of ancient kings, rising abruptly from the ground in deathly silence and solemnity. Wisps of gray smoke curl up into the air, and the pungent smell of burning and oxidized organic matter is so thick that it is suffocating.

A long cross made of several metal water pipes was inserted diagonally on it, gazing blankly at the bottom.

Hundreds and thousands of black “firewood” piled up in all directions, some oval like balls, some slender like branches, some jagged like stones… winding, curling, wrinkling, cracking…

The carbonized animal proteins were stuck together and collapsed into one, like a huge dark mountain of mud.

Occasionally, there are golden, silver and white lights scattered like stars. Although the various jewelry have been melted by the high temperature, they still faithfully accompany their owners... from cradle to death.

This extremely cruel scene is enough to cause any human with normal values ​​to have a mental breakdown, and make him stay away from all words related to burning, grilling, and meat for the rest of his life.

But the only two bystanders at the scene just looked on indifferently, without any emotion.

"I thought you would show a little mercy, even if it's just token."

The wide black sleeves fluttered, and a strange voice that sounded neither male nor female revealed a hint of curiosity.

"I've seen things that are ten times more brutal."

The rough-looking man sat with his legs spread out on the broken statue, puffing smoke from a small brown cigar between his teeth.

"A flower-like girl wrapped in a tattered coat sold herself in the cold wind, just to get a piece of black bread smaller than her fist...

The energetic young man was deceived into boarding a train and transported to a foreign country, where his internal organs were gutted in a black clinic...

An octogenarian war hero is selling off his badge of former glory at a low price in order to survive...

The honest farmer lost his land and property due to collusion between the inside and outside...

Hard-working and honest workers starved to death at home..."

His expression was eerily calm, his eyes were like fire, and his words were like ice.

With a gentle wave of his hand, a document fell to the ground. The handwriting was neat and clear, and it seemed to be some kind of government document.

"My compatriots have been plundered of their hard-earned wealth over the past 2000 years, and have used it to live a life of arrogance and extravagance." The former KGB agent laughed out loud: "Look, a 500 yuan coffee cup, yuan toilet paper, a sweet intern in a white house, and children on a tropical island...haha!"

His facial muscles spasmed and twisted, and he forced out a strange smile: "It's time to pay back for such depravity and corruption. This is their fate, and it's also my fate!"

The man chewed the cigar hard, feeling the spicy and bitter taste of the tobacco lingering in his mouth. He patted his butt, stood up, and strode to the mountain of corpses.

A thin old woman was lying there, holding a torch, her face fanatical and dull, her lower body was burnt with blood and flesh, but she was not dead yet, muttering in a low voice: "Flames purify sins, purity will surely return..."

Ivan glanced at them with disdain and snatched the torch rudely. "Under the guise of piety, there is only selfishness and credulity. They believe that sacrificing others can end the disaster. There are many such people in the Federation. No wonder you can easily find so much material."

As he moved, the old woman was shattered into pieces, and along with countless others like her behind her, they turned into fine dust and rose into the sky. Then, under the transformation of an inexplicable force, they turned into pieces of gray-white snow and fell down.

It turns out that the snow all over the ground originated from this.

"The human heart is the most unpredictable force in the world. Even the Lord you and I believe in cannot grasp it."

The woman in nun's clothes spoke modestly, raised her hand and gave a fake push, and the half-opened church door opened.

There was no destroyed chapel behind the door. Instead, the dark atmosphere swirled counterclockwise, forming a deep space tunnel.

"That is why the sad history of mankind repeats itself again and again, just like it is right now."

He waved his sleeves and corpses flew out one after another. They were the many extraordinary people who had participated in the rescue operation.

The spiritual body and soul instantly differentiated and melted into a cluster of red and black snake-shaped runes, stabilizing the passage and extending to the predetermined coordinates.

A miniature landscape emerges.

At the far end, the hazy mountains looked like they were cut by a knife or an axe, enveloping a lifeless mountain town surrounded by gray fog.

An extremely grand glazed sky loomed down, like a semicircular glass lid, firmly covering it upside down.

However, at the edge where it meets the land, a fierce battle is unfolding - on one side, countless strange and evil creatures are trying to attack outward, and on the other side, countless people are crowding together, artillery fire roars, and they are defending themselves tightly.

"I planned for a long time before I could recreate the scene of that year in public under the gaze of everyone."

Looking at the fight over the seal, a strange neutral voice said leisurely: "The grand burnt sacrifice begins, the old nightmare is relived, and the holy pure are once again killed by ignorant fools.

This time, it’s not just Silent Hill that’s destroyed! "

In response to His words, heaven and earth were filled with howling winds and the dark clouds cleared away. If one looked down from the sky, all the settlements, large and small, in the fog were simultaneously lit up with bloody flames.

A series of similar absurd scenes are staged

——Under extreme fear and the instigation of people with ulterior motives, people recited the final words fanatically and tied their former friends and relatives to the stake, stubbornly believing that this would cleanse their sins and end the disaster.

Most of the extraordinary rescue teams that were able to stop them had already been secretly eliminated.

In an instant, tens of thousands of souls came here across time and space with endless resentment and wailing for betrayal.

A Madonna lily floated in the palm of his hand, and the flower was composed of extremely pure and clean light.

Strands of rusty thorn wire came from afar, voraciously absorbing the vast tide of resentful souls and coiling into branches under the holy flowers.

Beauty and ugliness, good and evil, formed a special balance. The two were completely opposite, yet faintly echoed each other, and the powerful spiritual power shook the void.

"Go, return to your mother body and bring the wrath of the Avengers to the world!" The being in nun's clothes flicked lightly.

Then, this "bouquet" passed through the space tunnel like a comet hitting the earth, and burst into a ball of earth-shaking light.

(End of this chapter)