The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 412 Silent Hill 5
The dense and overlapping forests and the winding mountains are intertwined into one, like the most spectacular and towering barriers, until the edge of the sky, a deep dark cloud curtain slowly turns, like a pair of huge black wings, covering the vast wasteland outside the mountains and dense forests.

As soon as the flames passed through the sky, they were followed by a bone-chilling frosty wind. In the sudden change of heat and cold, water vapor condensed into raindrops as big as beans, which flew horizontally and hit the ground accompanied by a series of deafening thunder.

After a shocking bang, the dark wings were completely shattered, revealing a vague town.

Immediately surrounding this town, vast expanses of dark red fog are rolling wildly, as if a huge amount of ink and blood has been spilled from the sky, seeping and staining the surrounding clouds, transforming them into patches of mottled dark shadows on the sky.

Deep in the chaotic clouds, dim flames flickered from time to time, like sparks struggling in the ashes, both strange and eye-catching.

"it is good!"

After a long battle, they finally gained the upper hand, and the spirits of the strong men who were besieging them were lifted.

"Thank you all for your cooperation. The road to the core of space has been opened. I wonder who is willing to go with me."

The tall and muscular young man stepped forward, and [Iron] Antonio was in high spirits, and issued an invitation as the official host.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone had different expressions and the atmosphere became awkward for a moment. Several leaders of medium-sized organizations even looked away as if nothing had happened.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. The strength of the target is beyond our prior imagination. We are all powerful and fragile people. It is okay for us to play an assist outside, but we will not take the risk personally. Anyway, there will always be taller people to hold up the sky when it falls.

After a moment's silence, Sister Irene took the lead and represented the church, followed by several large organizations that had traditionally cooperated with the church.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the voodoo matron Mary made a completely opposite choice. No matter how Antonio hinted secretly, the ebony-skinned woman remained seated firmly on the mountain and did not move an inch.

A senior civilian agent in charge of the scene had a flickering look in his eyes, his face gradually turned cold, and he gently pulled the corner of his clothes.

This is a question of attitude for the Federation. No one wants to have independent military forces within their country. The premise for tolerating the existence of all parties is that they can stand up to major events. This is the fundamental tacit understanding between the two sides.

Since they chose to protect themselves at a critical moment, the future treatment of Voodoo Cult will have to be re-discussed, and whether it can ever join the ranks of first-tier forces again is also a big question mark.

Dozens of streams of light emptied out the energy and disappeared into the chaotic space of the town.

The government official exchanged polite words with Archbishop Rupert who stayed behind, then turned around and left.

When passing by Mary, his lips moved as if he wanted to utter a few sarcastic words, but thinking of the Voodoo Mistress's notorious reputation, he forced himself to hold back, snorted lightly, and left quickly.

The few remaining extraordinary people may have felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and they found excuses to disperse, and continued to attack the fog using some means that appeared to be magnificent but actually had limited power, in order to show their efforts to consume the enemy's strength.

A leader who had a good relationship with the Voodoo Cult came up and said to Mary in a flattering tone: "Don't worry, if the authorities pursue this, we will stand up and prove that you have done your best. After all, your cult is not good at dealing with such enemies."

"It's nothing, actually..." The woman grinned, her cheek muscles slightly twitching, and said in a complicated tone:

“When we live in this world, we will always encounter things that are beyond our control. Ordinary people are busy with food, clothing, shelter and transportation. Even if we have some extra power, we will inevitably be troubled by other things in the end.”

The hot breath from the corner of her lips collided with the cool air on the top of the mountain, transforming into a light white mist, and a trace of salty smell like sea breeze disappeared in an instant.

……

……

"Boo!"

The turbid black liquid swung out in long streams, as fast as a high-pressure water gun, and pierced through several layers of shields in succession. The aftermath of the splash was scattered all around, and the steel and rocks were all emitting green smoke, forcing everyone to dodge in panic. The source of the attack was a monster covered in a layer of pale thin skin.

It has an extremely thin body, no arms, no facial features, and its legs are turned inwards, moving forward in a twisted and painful manner.

There is a big hole in their chest, and a tarry black corrosive liquid is constantly gushing out of it.

"It has extraordinary corrosive properties and can destroy elemental force fields. Everyone keep your distance!"

The priestess with short brown-red hair wielded a ritual dagger. A ray of fluorescence flashed across the obsidian blade. A elk made of silver mist suddenly leaped out, crashed into the enemy group, and suddenly exploded.

Although the ancient European natural gods worshipped by Wicca have fallen from grace, they are still an orthodox sect, and the spells they use also have the power to exorcise evil spirits and purify filth.

The light mist containing positive energy spread out in waves, and the air within a radius of ten meters was like ripples in a pond with a stone thrown into it. The monster in the tights was instantly frozen for a moment.

The others immediately seized the opportunity, combat potions and spells flew everywhere, alchemical bullets danced with talismans, and after a fierce bombardment, the enemy was wiped out.

"It turned out to be the right decision for us to stay here." A combat alchemist patted his chest with lingering fear and began to fetch equipment to collect some materials.

"The enemies outside are already so fierce, so you can imagine how fierce the enemies inside are."

Without any courtesy or modesty, the priestess walked over, intending to share some of the spoils. Upon hearing the sigh of her temporary teammate, she nodded in agreement.

The hyacinth-shaped communication rune hung by their ears, bringing information about the orderly progress of the front. The strange and powerful monsters made them feel sympathetic just by hearing the descriptions.

"Anyway, we are just small characters. It is not easy to persist in fighting on the periphery and share the monsters' manpower. We will always get credit after the matter is over." She took out a crystal stirring stick and picked up some corrosive venom.

"There may be more valuable gains ahead, but it is beyond our ability to intervene."

The battle alchemist grabbed a handful of hair from the poisonous potion and looked at the distant town with regret. "It's such a pity, but being able to escape unscathed is the best outcome..."

Before he finished speaking, the man's longing expression froze on his face, and his slightly balding head was raised.

Below the head are the white spine and a series of organs that are still beating and contracting.

The pink lungs, with their connecting tendons broken, fell silently into the dust, leaving only a bloody red heart lying quietly in the palm of a hand.

The owner of the palm walked out from the shadow of the void, her nun-like black and white robe fluttering, and she waved her hand gracefully.

His words were gentle and beautiful, with a profound meaning, but their meaning was enough to make all the lives present fall into the abyss:
"One thing that must be pointed out is that the best ending is often not what people expect, but what fate bestows upon them. For example, today... I will grant you a perfect ending."

The shadows moved suddenly, killing broke out, and in the sea of ​​death and blood, some people were fleeing, begging, and threatening.

"Please..."

"Our leader will not let you go..."

However, these meaningless noises only earned a quiet smile from the instigator.

"The perfect ending I'm talking about isn't just for you scumbags... it's for everyone!"

(End of this chapter)