The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 410 Silent Hill 3
The blood-red cold light streaked out a streak of light, and the air along the way opened up. A shrill scream was like a typhoon passing by, and the flying debris and dust seemed to be cut off by a huge blade, and the semicircular outline suddenly split into two!

"Cha-"

An indescribable tremor shook everyone's heart. The invisible barrier of holy power lit up for a breath, and then suddenly cracked.

The silver holy water bottles shattered one after another due to the backlash of the spell, and a giant machete wrapped in a strong smell of blood rushed towards them amidst the splashing of clear water.

The terrifying murderous intent and murderous aura penetrated into people's bones, making them waver in mind before it even happened, causing them to slow down their counterattack.

But the next moment, a star-head hammer emitting soft white light stretched out, blocking the way ahead with an unwavering meaning.

The hammer was no more than ninety centimeters long, with a plain, pale silver surface and slight cracks on the edges. Compared with the giant blade as wide as a desk, it looked like a toy. But with just a slight strike, the vicious enemy was able to cross the line!
The bloody figure stopped and turned out to be a tall humanoid creature with an iron helmet covering half of its face. Its dirty leather apron was soaked in blood and it held a huge butcher knife in its hand.

Antoine's face was calm, but his calves trembled slightly. He pulled his feet out of the pit that was ankle-deep. It was obvious that he was not as relaxed as he looked.

The horrible monster raised its butcher knife again, a fierce evil aura swept over, the pale ashes floating in the air turned scarlet, and the scene around it changed accordingly.

A large number of mutilated human corpses were stripped naked and hung up with thick iron chains. The stench of rotting meat filled every corner of the space. The dilapidated church seemed to have turned into a slaughterhouse in an instant.

Bloody ghost phantoms appeared out of nowhere, wailing in pain, and rushed out following the movement of the blade!
Even though the clergy were strong-hearted, they still felt a sense of fear and helplessness, like they were at the mercy of others.

"Holy Shock." "Righteousness as High as a Rainbow." With the extremely swift double spell casting, Antoine's muscles swelled and grew taller, and the star-head hammer came forward again like a real meteor.

"Semi-entity, weak lord class, power-type demonic undead species, elementary domain strength, bloody slaughter attribute!"

While the magic was blocking the enemy, the scarred battle priest quickly uttered a few short words.

The church members were all well-trained. Once reminded, they immediately understood the enemy's details and launched an orderly response. One by one, olive wood crosses from Jerusalem were hammered into the ground, holy water was sprinkled, and portable incense burners were lit.

Amid the fresh scent of burning frankincense, a clean and sacred residence was instantly created. As the ferocious blood shadow came into contact with the pure white smoke, the miserable face gradually calmed down and then disappeared into smoke.

After holding off one wave, a counterattack came immediately. Several elderly ascetics chanted in unison, and the bright golden chains attacked and locked the enemy's limbs to restrain them. Then everyone worked together to perform a wide-area soul-saving spell. The milky white light patterns spread like water waves, cleansing all the dead souls in the world of lovers.

Magic spells were everywhere like soup poured over snow, waves of foul black smoke spread, the illusory demonic realm disappeared without a trace, and the butcher who had been so ferocious just now softened and shrank visibly like a candle seeing fire.

This monster was so powerful that in a one-on-one fight, only five people present could guarantee a win. However, with the tacit cooperation of hundreds of clergymen, it was unable to cause any casualties and had no power to fight back.

Such an easy victory brought a hint of joy to the faces of even the most mature people.

However, just as they were proud of their great success, a young priest suddenly felt a numbness in his shoulder, and then half of his body lost consciousness. His consciousness suddenly became blurred, and before he could call for help, he sank into endless darkness.

Like a row of dominoes, three or four people fell down one after another, and screams rang out one after another.

"It's bugs!" Antoine's eyes widened with anger, and a bright light swept across the battlefield. The attackers fell like raindrops. They were no bigger than rice grains, with wings on their backs and fine needles on their tails. They were actually almost transparent miniature bees.

"The Bee People Tribe! How dare you attack God's holy servants!"

Being well-educated, he instantly revealed the other party's identity, and the blazing flame formed a sword shape and split a low wall several dozen meters away.

A graceful figure staggered out from where the light green blood was splattered, covering the wound on her waist. Under her neck was the body of a mature and plump woman, but her head was covered with a golden-green chitinous shell, which looked like she was wearing a strange helmet that looked like a wasp.

"A bunch of damn sub-humans, they are absolutely crazy!" Antoine was furious and filled with disbelief. This place has been strictly sealed off by the authorities, so how did they get in?

Everyone present was an extraordinary elite who was accustomed to battles, and they had been casting various detection and defense spells since they entered this place.

However, considering the nature of the enemy, the effect is mainly focused on dealing with the evil camp. After all, reality is not a game, and energy conflicts are inevitable when too many types of techniques are operating at the same time.

Who would have thought that there would be a loophole in the perfect plan, which would be seized by someone with ulterior motives - no matter how much humanoids are slandered in propaganda, the essence of most of their power is still in the neutral camp.

Even though he was burning with rage, he managed to keep his sanity. Antoine moved his mind slightly, and the air condensed into dozens of sharp needles that pierced the opponent's joints, wanting to capture her and interrogate her why she was here.

As the sharp needle pierced the flesh, a tall gray figure rushed out from the side and used his body as a shield to block the front.

The man had bulging cheeks, a protruding mouth and nose, and was protected by thick fur that was better than iron armor. The piercing damage that could make an ordinary person unable to move was just a scabies problem for him.

"Bear monster?" Antoine had just thought about it when he suddenly felt dozens of auras of varying strengths emerge from all directions and surround him.

Orcs! Lizards! Shapeshifters! Cryptids...

The alien creatures who live on the margins of human society and are usually cautious now all have red eyes. They display all kinds of talents and abilities and launch desperate attacks, as if they have an irreconcilable feud with the priests in front of them.

Under normal circumstances, the elites of the church would naturally ignore these scattered soldiers and guerrillas. However, at this moment, they were unable to deal with them because a deeper evil force had suddenly risen!

"Woo——"

The shrill and long air raid sirens penetrated the void, and the gray sky was quickly filled with darkness. The withered plants in the surrounding flower beds and the wooden boards on the buildings turned black and deformed, and began to rot like mud. Even the exposed steel bars in the ruins were rapidly rusting and oxidizing, as if the day of judgment recorded in the scriptures had arrived, and the life of all things had come to an end!
Boundless pressure surged in like a raging sea. The spotless white cedar cross became rotten and smelly. The holy water that was sprinkled on it evaporated completely. The defense circle was shaky for a moment, and everyone was so anxious that they had to use all their strength to stabilize the situation.

Before he could recover, a huge force that seemed to be able to split mountains in pieces rushed up, and the golden light chains bound on the butcher monster broke into pieces. Several ascetic monks who were casting spells to suppress it spurted out blood from their mouths and fell to the ground.

The twisted spear as thick as a street lamp was swung across the waist, and the inlaid broken blade turned into a ruthless meat grinder, tearing apart several priest knights who blocked the way, and stabbed towards the spellcaster behind!
As if drawing mysterious strength from the changes in the environment, the monster's body became nearly twice as tall and large as before.

Half of its iron mask squirmed and extended, turning into a hexagonal helmet that covered its entire head. The front part was stretched out as long as a bird's beak, and at first glance it looked like a triangle cast in iron!

(End of this chapter)