The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 409 Silent Hill 2
“It is a perpetual lake of fire, its air coming from the coals of evil, its light from the flickering flames.

The night was dark, and poisonous snakes were everywhere in the cursed man's place.

Their hope is despair. Ah, eternal death! Life without life! Ah, endless suffering! "

——The Revelation of St. John in the Bible

Zhu Mingyao looked up and felt that the description of the hell scene was very appropriate here.

The gray sky seemed to be tightly wrapped in a thick quilt, and it was almost impossible to see any sunlight. Occasionally, a ray of red light passed quietly, but it was not dazzling, but like a polluted flame, swaying in the darkness.

Pieces of pale ashes, along with the dry, hot, choking smoke from carriages and horses, seemed like heavy snowfall, coldly depositing a layer of it on the ground, which was trampled by people without making any sound.

Buildings are lined up on both sides of the street, tightly packed together. The shop windows are like empty eyes, silently watching everything that passes by. The mottled cracks on the glass and the faded signs tell of the prosperity of the past and the loneliness of today.

A vague sound was faintly heard, as if something mysterious was hiding in the corner and secretly spying on people, making it difficult to tell whether it was real or an illusion.

"It is said that there are many demon-like monsters here, why don't we see any?" A crisp voice sounded in Zhu Mingyao's ears. It was Madison who quietly squeezed in, looking around suspiciously with her almond-shaped green eyes.

Although they learned through spells such as paper cranes and ghost soldiers that the turbulence in the space above was unpredictable and extremely dangerous, and in order to take care of their companions who did not yet have the ability to fly, they chose to travel on the relatively safe ground.

But everyone present was the best among the extraordinary. Even the witches with weaker bodies had physical fitness far beyond that of ordinary people. With the help of various means, they were advancing at the speed of professional track and field athletes, and in a short time they had penetrated several kilometers into the town.

However, the expected enemy has not yet shown up, which is really intriguing.

Zhu Mingyao was also thinking: "The other party is a demon lord with high intelligence. Maybe he is gathering strength to prepare for a thunderous attack."

"Well, your guess makes sense." The blonde girl raised a snow-white finger and pushed the pointed wizard hat with golden threads upwards to avoid blocking the view. She curled her lips:

"By the way, did those two demon hunter brothers take the wrong medicine today? They stood in line for a long time and didn't even come up to say hello."

"How would I know?" Zhu Mingyao responded casually, "Sam and the others look serious. Maybe they are worried about something? Let's ask them later..."

The street lights on the roadside lit up automatically at some point, casting a dim and sparse light, making the faces of the people flicker, like walking ghosts.

"what?"

During the conversation, his spiritual sense suddenly became dazed for a moment. The feeling was hard to describe, but it was like a fish swimming from fresh water into sea water. His expression quickly became alert, and he quickly drew a line between his eyebrows with his sword finger, ready to open his forehead's third eye.

But someone was quicker than him.

"Stop!"

An old witch with old-fashioned tortoise-shell glasses suddenly looked up, her fluffy burgundy hair fluttering in the wind, and a pure crystal ball suddenly appeared in her hand, with faint spots of light spinning like stars.

She suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed and pulled, and the air in front of her eyes shook and wrinkled, as if a layer of transparent film was torn off, and the surrounding scene changed drastically!
How could there be any deserted streets around here? It was clearly a garbage disposal plant.

They were standing on a wide conveyor belt, and the crushing gears that were shining coldly were approaching their eyes, forming a twisted demon head that was a fusion of flesh and blood and machinery, biting down on their heads!
The few extraordinary people standing in the front were all experts in close combat. They were agile and nimble. They wanted to temporarily avoid the attack with a move of their shoulders, but the conveyor belt under their feet suddenly generated an attraction that made them unable to move.

At the critical moment, a golden Guandao with dragon pattern stretched out, and with one move, it raised fire to the sky, and the light rolled back like a river in the sky, crushing the ferocious demon head into pieces. It was Qi Yue who summoned the god in time.

At this time, everyone reacted and spells were blasted in all directions, directly flattening the garbage disposal plant and revealing the original streets.

At the same time, the communication spell engraved with hyacinth patterns also sent out warnings from other teams in battle:
"Everyone, be careful. Their aura is different from that of ordinary hell creatures, so it is difficult to detect them in advance..."

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"There's a problem. This is the second time we pass by here!" The demon hunter wearing a combat leather jacket raised his long sword, pointed at the arrow carved on the lamppost, and cautiously stopped his companions.

"It's just an illusion." A high-ranking deacon of the Gospel Society snorted disdainfully, turned the pages of a classic book and recited the holy words. His white eyes emitted holy light to break through obstacles, and then he raised his legs and took a step, ready to set off again.

However, just as he finished casting the spell and relaxed his mind, the manhole cover at his feet suddenly opened, and a palm-sized black shadow flew out, piercing through the deacon's protective magic like a knife cutting through butter, and hit his feet.

Screams of agony were heard and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

He looked at the exposed bones at his ankle in horror, and a bulge lurking under the skin of his calf. It quickly climbed up with excruciating pain and reached the base of his thigh in the blink of an eye.

The wound was too sensitive, and the several demon hunters and priest knights around were sweating profusely with their knives and swords drawn, and they were unable to take action for a while.

"Get out of the way!" The silver-gray cold light drew an arc, and with a delicate move, it hooked out a black mass and then nailed it to the concrete floor.

The old witcher who was blind in one eye looked carefully and found that the enemy had six legs, compound eyes, wings and tentacles, and turned out to be a giant cockroach.

Although ordinary cockroaches definitely do not have a ferocious baby face, their strong vitality seems to be exactly the same. Even if pierced by a steel knife, they are not dead for the time being. Their long chitinous legs covered with sharp barbs spasm and scratch, creating sparks on the alloy knife.

Before he could make another attack, he heard the rustling sound of the wings rubbing against each other, which sounded like thunder.

At the sewer outlets and drain pipes of houses, hundreds and thousands of cockroach monsters rushed out like a raging tide, accompanied by a suffocating stench of decay, and flew and jumped towards us in a black mass.

Their dirty mouthparts carry an inexplicable evil power, which can chew into pieces no matter if it is an energy field shield or a nanofiber soft armor. In addition, their small bodies allow them to blend into the crowd in a flash. As everyone is afraid of the consequences, their formation becomes disorderly.

“Every winged creature that moves on all fours is an abomination to you.”

Several powerful priests and elders were experienced in many battles and were well-informed. They remembered the targeted spells in an instant and shook the bells vigorously. The silver-white halo was like mercury pouring on the ground. All the insect-shaped monsters that were covered immediately emitted billowing black smoke and turned into ashes after struggling for a moment.

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Compared with several other places, the actions of the Catholic Church in the church seemed more calm.

Bunches of emerald green verbena were taken out from the big-bellied silver pot, throwing out strings of crystal clear and holy water droplets. Together with the sprinkled quartz sand and sea salt, they formed an invisible high wall to keep out the monsters that tried to approach.

The knights of the church put on ancient armor, wielded swords, galloped across the battlefield, and intercepted any fish that slipped through the net.

Occasionally, there would be stronger and more bizarre enemies launching sneak attacks, and there would also be masters in the center who would focus their fire specifically on you.

Their tacit cooperation made their defense impregnable. They fought and advanced at the same time without slowing down at all. Soon they arrived in front of the gate of a tall building.

The building's stained glass windows are covered with moss, and the steeple with a cross leaning sideways, clearly indicating that it is a church.

"Attention! According to the records of that year, the target is likely to appear in churches, factories, hospitals and similar places."

The commanders headed by Father Antoine solemnly reminded their subordinates that as people who knew the inside story, they were well aware of the enemy's strength and even the fanatics who did not care about life and death did not want to sacrifice in vain.

As if to confirm their guess, as soon as the words were spoken, the old lattice wooden door and the entire wall shattered.

Amidst the scattered broken bricks and wood, a hideous giant shadow nearly two stories tall, wrapped in a gloomy green mist, came charging towards them!
(End of this chapter)