The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 408 Beginning

An old road meanders around the mountain. The road administration department has not taken care of the trees and vegetation on both sides for a long time. The raised roots have squeezed the edge of the road loose and cracked, and cement blocks mixed with asphalt residue are scattered all over the ground, black and white like broken bones in the mud.

At the end of the road, a rusty iron bridge spans the deep ravine and extends towards the town on the mountainside.

Blood-red words were scribbled wantonly on Emperor Ming's notice board, with the strokes stretched to the maximum for fear that they were not clear enough. A strong warning was evident.

"The underground coal mine is still burning, and the concentration of carbon monoxide gas is far beyond the lethal threshold. The area ahead is permanently closed, and anyone who enters without permission will bear all legal responsibilities!
Government of the State of West Virginia, December 1971, 12"

However, such harsh words did not seem to have any effect - the two barbed wire gates collapsed at the bridge head, and looking at the dents, it seemed that someone had driven in not long ago.

Today we have a new visitor.

"what happened?"

Zhu Mingyao looked back in surprise. He had just taken one step inside when the scenery suddenly changed drastically.

The blue sky and white clouds seemed to disappear quietly at that moment. The iron-gray clouds were like a heavy curtain on the stage, covering the sky and the sunlight completely without leaving any gaps.

The air was filled with a strong smell of burning, and a thick and persistent layer of dust and haze was floating, blurring the boundary between heaven and earth. Wherever I looked, I saw chaos and haziness all around, and it was difficult to tell the direction.

The iron bridge behind him had disappeared, replaced by an unfathomable abyss, as if the town and the mountain it was on had been isolated from the real world, leaving people with no way to go up to the sky or enter the earth.

However, that was not what surprised him. "Is this still a town? It's a metropolis, right?"

Zhu Mingyao had anticipated the changes in the environment and terrain because of his experience watching movies in his previous life.

But the undulating buildings and streets built against the mountains in the distance are clearly dozens of times larger than the original area. Looking around, the buildings are endless, and New York, the first metropolis in the federation, is no more than this.

Compared with this, the seemingly mighty coalition of extraordinary people is just a drop in the ocean.

"Doesn't this match the information we received?"

The vice-president of the Warlock's House, an elderly wizard with grey hair, frowned and said that during the preparation time in the past few days, everyone was not just waiting around, and all kinds of exploration methods had been used. However, the intelligence showed that although this space had undergone abnormal changes and distortions, and was much larger than the outside world, it was not to such an exaggerated extent.

"The demon has devoured the souls of tens of thousands of innocent people. It was in the process of digesting them a few days ago. Now it is more powerful than ever." Within the Catholic Judges formation, Father Antoine, the person in charge of this event, stepped out from the crowd.

With his burly build and scarred face, he looked more like a boxer than a priest, he explained grimly.

"The surrounding space is being eroded and transformed by the power of hell every moment. The longer we delay, the more difficult things will be. I suggest forming several teams to explore separately to speed up the process. Once we find the target, call for support immediately."

As Antoine spoke, he ordered his men to take out a large number of crystal amulets with additional communication abilities and distribute them to the expeditionary team, showing off his wealth.

"I'm sorry, but that's too dangerous. Our limited strength cannot be compared with that of the holy servants. I'm afraid we can't resist the might of the target demon."

The heads of several small and medium-sized organizations raised their objections tactfully. They only came for the high rewards promised by the officials and wanted to stay on the sidelines and make some contributions. They had no intention of sacrificing themselves to defeat the devil and go find the core boss.

However, in response to their doubts, this armed priest, who seemed extremely difficult to deal with at first glance, just smiled gently.

"This prototype of hell is an extension of the demon's own domain and is closely related to its essence. Your Excellency the Patriarch and his men will be deployed outside to contain the enemy. The enemy simply cannot spare much strength to deal with us."

Seeing that they were still a little hesitant, he showed a meticulous mind contrary to his rough appearance, "If you feel embarrassed, just stay around the town. The demon minions on the periphery are derived from the source. Eliminating them can also share the pressure of the overall situation." Unexpectedly, he was so reasonable. Several organizations were overjoyed and responded and promised that they would do their best.

This time, the major organizations were well prepared. In addition to having many good players, they also had their own trump cards. Even if the enemy was strong, they could temporarily hold their ground and wait for help. So they all had no objection to the plan, and after a brief exchange, they quickly divided into groups.

The Protestant sects and the Witchers have always had close ties, with a very small number of members even holding identities on both sides at the same time, so it is only natural that they should advance and retreat together.

The Hualian Chamber of Commerce and the witches have a harmonious relationship and do a lot of business with each other, so they naturally form a group.

The Catholic Church in the temple has the largest number of soldiers and horses and forms its own faction.

The remaining voodoo cults and warlocks are not well-received by others because their power attributes tend to be dark, so they can only rely on each other for warmth.

"May God bless you all, let's go!" Antoine pointed the star-headed hammer in his hand and selected an area to set off first.

He glanced at the few families left behind in the periphery from the corner of his eye and sneered in his heart.

"Just as the Patriarch guessed, you greedy and cowardly fellows, this is the fate you chose for yourself."

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"Let's get started too."

Watching the extraordinary coalition disappear at the intersection of space, on the mountain outside, Rupert adjusted his soft hat, and a bright light flew into the sky from the chestnut cane.

Suddenly, a golden-red glow descended from the sky. It was just a line at first, and then rapidly expanded and turned into a holy flame as thick as a giant pillar, smashing into the town shrouded in smoke.

The scorching flames filled with a sacred aura seemed to tear apart some kind of disguise, and the peaceful scenery began to boil like boiling soup.

A huge pitch-black feather suddenly appeared, like a wing covering the sky, blocking the attack. With just a slight turn, the fierce flame stream was deflected and blew a section of the cliff into pieces.

Not only that, the feather then turned into dozens of long dark green shadows, shooting over from all directions, launching a counterattack.

A ruthless magical power that corroded everything spread out, and both the dense forest and the hard rock suddenly softened and turned into foul-smelling black mud in an instant.

The old bishop's eyes flashed, the power level displayed by the opponent was above everyone present. If he fought alone, he, an old bishop, would probably die on the spot!
But fortunately, today, we have an absolute numerical advantage.

"I seek refuge in the Most Merciful from the evil..."

The azure and crystal clear water curtain unfolded, and the pale blue angel held up the Aquarius, with surging light gushing out and firmly taking on the evil shadow.

Sister Irene crossed her fingers in front of her chest, and the stigma on her wrist, which symbolized the Temperance of the Angel of Water Gabriel, shone brightly.

It was as if the clarion call for battle had been sounded. The next moment, there was thunder and lightning, the wind howled, the ice and frost condensed into flying dragons, and the magma rose into giants. A group of strong men showed their abilities and attacked from all directions.

The violent energy shock was like a landslide and tsunami. The earth cracked open, forming deep gullies. Countless soil and rocks poured down, and even the terrain of the mountains and forests was changed!
(End of this chapter)