The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 402 Back then 2
The open space was located on a suspended mountainside, with steep slopes and no way to get around. It seemed as if an invisible hand had flattened the jagged rocks and carved out a platform.

At this time, a group of people of all kinds were standing there, looking at each other in silence.

The majority of them wore crosses, with hard round collars that were spotless white. The triangular bishop's crown and the gilded crooked scepter proved their status, at least above that of the ruler of a diocese.

Almost without exception, they looked at the officials opposite them with either a cold and indifferent expression or a hint of anger.

Between the two major camps, Lai Henry and Witch President Fiona stood shoulder to shoulder, watching coldly from a distance.

What was somewhat strange was that there were only two strong men from the pagan system in the field, and only the Catholic Church came forward from the Christian camp, while there was no sign of any Protestant sects.

"Except for a few church members who chose to return to the Lord because they were too old, all the others who should have attended were already there."

The sparse silver hair trembled slightly with the mountain air currents, and the old man in the lead, wearing a small round-top soft hat, stated calmly.

Unlike his colleagues who were wearing elaborate bishop robes and various religious relics, he was dressed simply. He was wearing a half-worn black priest's sash on his hunched and skinny body, and he didn't hold a string of silver beads or a gold-stamped Bible in his hand, but just a chestnut cane.

If a stranger passed by him, he would just think of him as an ordinary country priest, and would never imagine that he was the religious giant who pastored the west coast region of the Federation and was revered by millions of Catholic believers.

"Before we begin, please allow me, an old man, to take up some time." He cast his cloudy and old eyes at the figure opposite.

"Director General Maxwell, we have worked together for 30 years since I came to the Federation to perform my holy duties at the age of 62. Based on our friendship that has lasted for most of our lives, I have a few words to say.

——Mortals who are obsessed with desire and rashly covet faith and divinity will inevitably bring disaster upon themselves... It was so 30 years ago, and it is still so today."

"Please render to Caesar what is Caesar's and to God what is God's. This is what the church means!"

His tone was calm and firm, but at least it was enough to remind people that the majesty of the Holy See is not just about its tiny territory of 0.44 square kilometers and its armored guards in ancient Roman style.

Although the holy city has declined compared to history, it still dominates 1,045 million Catholics around the world, accounting for 17.4% of the world's population. It has 3,692,000 clergy and hundreds of thousands of affiliated groups, and has close relations with countless dignitaries and celebrities.

In the face of such a powerful force, any force or country must take it seriously. Even the superpower standing at the top of the secular order must retreat.

The other party's admonition and warning were concise and clear. The old agent, surrounded by his subordinates, was silent for a moment and promised seriously:
"Your Excellency Patriarch Rupert, I will do my best to completely resolve the problems of the past... At least in this matter, no one will interfere with it out of selfish desires, no matter who they are!"

His sagging cheeks moved slightly, and although he was not quite satisfied with the man's assurance that he left room for maneuver, the old bishop still breathed a sigh of relief.

"The more we know, the more dangerous it is. That's why we made a contract that year. After the seal was completed, no one was allowed to leak the news or enter without permission. But now it seems that there is no need to abide by it."

The brown-gray wooden stick was raised and pointed to the distant front. A high wall formed by thick fog stretched between the mountains. A translucent light was crumbling. Looking at the cracks that were slowly spreading on the surface, even a complete layman knew that it was only a matter of time before it completely collapsed.

A strange buzzing sound was heard faintly, and along with this sound, many strange figures emerged from the thick fog, like ghosts and monsters. They almost occupied the entire field of vision and completely covered the sky.

The fog grew thicker, becoming as dark as the night and as solid as mud. In it, it seemed as if countless creatures were whispering, and a negative atmosphere of gloom, despair, depression, and anxiety came like a raging wave.

Compared to this doomsday-like momentum, the fog disaster that broke out a few days ago was just like a harmless joke. The masters present were all well-informed and naturally would not be frightened by a little momentum. Rupert didn't even take a second look and said to himself:

"On behalf of those who participated in the construction of the seal, I declare that the oath is lifted! From now on, everyone can tell others about the situation, and Centria can enter and leave freely."

A purple-red sandstone monument mined from the top of Mount Sinai was erected, and the Latin words engraved on it melted into liquid along with the platinum flame, gradually turning into a pool of hot glass, reflecting colorful light.

In the distance, the barrier that was struggling to hold on was glowing, and runes outlined a one-way entrance.

The binding spell is broken, and the secrets of the past are no longer hidden and can be spread freely.

The crowd dispersed and started to communicate hastily.

To eliminate the crisis, a large number of capable personnel are needed to form a coalition to attack the alien space. If the information cannot be disclosed, doing so is tantamount to suicide, and now the biggest obstacle no longer exists.

Leaving the specific affairs to the church clergy, Sister Irene walked down the hill alone and continued to hold the requiem mass for the remains scattered on the ground.

"Can I ask you a few questions, Mammy?"

A broken branch stretched out and drew several lines in the air that looked like an inverted bowl. The dirt and gravel on the mountain rolled along with it and turned into thousands of fat, cute clay figures the size of fingertips.

They waved their short and stubby little hands, brought over the remains of the bodies, arranged them neatly in several rows, and even carefully arranged the remains to preserve the final dignity for the deceased.

"What do you want to ask?" As if she had expected it, the old nun did not show any surprise at the sudden appearance of Lai Henry.

“There are many, such as…

Why did they only invite us and the witches when setting the seal, and refuse to notify the Protestants and the Orthodox?
Why would they send a team to fight alone, even at the cost of heavy casualties?

Why do we have to pay a lot of money to exchange with us and set up a high-standard confidentiality agreement? "

Lai Henry's mustache twitched as he asked a barrage of questions:
"According to what was said at that time, it was just a cult that summoned the projection of hell. Why did they try to cover up the news? Could it be..." His tone suddenly turned solemn.

"Is there something that is difficult to tell others?"

Irene closed her eyes, her eyelids trembling slightly, as if she was experiencing an inner struggle. She said with difficulty:

"Not everything has to have an answer. No matter what it was originally, it is now just a corrupted insane creature, no different from a demon lord, and has nothing to do with anything that happened before..."

Her voice suddenly stopped, and her eyes were fixed on a crystal stone that appeared in front of her, or to be exact, on a petal-shaped mark on one of the crystal stones.

The man's voice sounded calmly: "Your expectation is a little bit wrong. The man's consciousness and even strength attributes are still very intact. In order to make the next operation go smoothly, please tell the truth."

(End of this chapter)