The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 416 Silent Hill 9
The chaotic and dark clouds, carrying the sharp and heart-wrenching cries of millions of tragically dead ghosts, rushed towards the besiegers like a torrent.

The dark clouds were like mountains and seas. At first glance, they seemed to be advancing slowly, but in an instant they blocked out the sky and were very close. It was because the area they covered was so large that they created the illusion of slow progress, but in fact their speed was so fast that it was shocking.

Faced with such an attack, everyone looked solemn without exception, with an unprecedented sense of crisis in their hearts. Without the need for verbal coordination, everyone attacked tacitly at almost the same time.

Indescribable continuous explosions sounded as a prelude, and it seemed as if a bizarre storm was blowing between heaven and earth.

The dignified lady stood side by side with the gloomy-faced bald wizard. The ancient dragon-shaped ring was emitting green light and the black magic wand was emitting dark electricity.

The transparent space barrier like clear crystal blooms like a rose, bending and folding layer by layer, forming a huge and complicated maze in an instant, sucking the surging evil power of hell into it and guiding it into densely packed branch corridors.

"Ultimate Labyrinth Technique!"

Nowadays, the Supreme Witch Fiona and the Warlock Chief Tom both represent the pinnacle of their respective systems. The space spells they cast together can easily contain a reservoir of one million cubic meters!
However, in just one or two breaths, the mysterious crystal maze was shattered and actually exploded.

The two men groaned in unison, blood oozing from their eyes, ears, mouths and noses, obviously they were seriously injured.

But at this moment, support from others also came.

The wings of the holy statue of Gabriel spread out and his brows lowered. In an instant, he transformed from a cold trumpeter of doom to a kind messenger from heaven. The platinum trumpet in his hand was replaced by a shining silver water bottle, which he gently turned over.

Clear and pure waves cascaded down, forming a thin and continuous defense, as if it was an endless stream in front, making the magic cloud rush up slower and slower, as if it was overcoming hardness with softness.

At the same time, Lai Henry also recovered from the buffer period of casting spells just now. He turned the golden compass in his hand again, and the Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches flew around, shooting out rays of spiritual light straight into the sky.

The chaotic sky groaned as if it could not bear the heavy burden, and a clear blue sky surrounded by vast white clouds appeared out of thin air, as if an invisible giant hand had pulled it in from the outside world.

"Help me open a passage!" His face was distorted and trembling, thunder and wind were whistling from his mouth and nose, his neatly crafted black hair stood up, and lightning like dragons and snakes surrounded it. It was obvious that he had used all his strength.

"I come!"

Antonio responded immediately, he raised his fists and roared loudly, just like the ancestor who ascended to heaven and became a god, and challenged the 12 trials in the past, he rushed forward with head up and feet down, and was unparalleled in bravery.

The extremely strong fighting will mixed with the life force was like a materialized armor wrapped around him, burning with pure white light, and dragging a long comet-like flame behind him.

From the Nemean Lion to the Erymanthian Boar!

Whether you are the monster bird of Lake Pharis or the monster horse of Diomedes, you must all stay away!
Even the ancient mythical beast that symbolizes the might of nature is about to be defeated, how dare a mere demon block my way?

At this moment, he felt his blood surging and he grasped a trace of his ancestor's immortal divinity that fought against heaven and earth.

It was like a sharp sword cutting through the curtain on the stage. The majestic white light cut through the dark evil clouds, revealing a strange figure hidden behind them, stirring up the wind and rain.

"boom--!"

A huge pure golden thunder gathered and shattered the blue sky that didn't fit in. It didn't have any branches or forks, but was straight and unbiased, like a golden pillar supporting the heaven and earth smashing down on the enemy! Thunder came from the sky, and a gentleman would not step on anything that was not proper. Its might was majestic and dignified. This was the [Thunder of Heaven], sweeping away all evil spirits!
The hideous figure tied to the bed with wire began to tremble violently. The demon-killing thunder that exterminated evil and evil dispersed into countless lightning flashes, dispersing the phantoms of hell surrounding her. Bits of dirty bandages and burnt and smelly flesh and blood squeaked, and gradually turned into nothingness under the flushing of the pure air carried by the thunder.

The enemy was temporarily unable to move, and everyone was in high spirits. They were about to use their magical powers to strike while the iron was hot, when suddenly four thin white lines suddenly emerged from the void and pierced the hands and feet of the bandaged woman!
Holy light sprang up from the wound like thorns, and formed a divine web at lightning speed, sealing her tightly. No matter how hard she struggled, it was of no avail.

"It's done!"

The two pastors from the Evangelical Church and the Presbyterian Church were delighted. They didn't care that their hands and feet were also torn and bleeding. They pounded the Bible on their palms and recited prayers quickly.

Even though its heritage is not as long as that of the Catholic Church, the Holy City of Vatican has stood for thousands of years and has a rich heritage. However, when the Protestants parted ways, they also took away some treasures. This set of [Elena's Holy Nails] is one of the best.

Elena is a saint revered by all Christian denominations. Legend has it that in the apostolic age, she was tortured by four kings for spreading Christianity. God showed his grace and sent angels to exert his divine power to protect her from death and injury. After seeing these miracles, the kings and their subjects all converted to Christianity.

The iron nails nailed into her feet were stained with the blood of the steadfast and unyielding saint and possessed incredible and miraculous powers.

Although most of the real holy objects have been lost in the turmoil of the past thousand years, and only one is the original, the three accompanying ones were also carefully crafted by powerful church men who have cultivated themselves into living saints. Even a crown-level evil demon would be severely injured if it took all of them.

They brought it here secretly this time, seized the opportunity to sacrifice themselves, and indeed succeeded in one fell swoop.

...Our contribution to the victory is obvious to all, and no one can gossip about it.

The plan was successfully completed, and even though the two pastors and elders were well-educated, they couldn't help but fantasize.

The next step is how to bargain with the Catholic Church. I guess the Federation does not want their influence to continue to expand. Getting the Pure Stigma is basically a foregone conclusion...

Then, they only felt a slight numbness in their hearts.

The pleasant thought suddenly disappeared, and then a chill spread from the chest, squeezing out a fishy and salty taste that overflowed from the lips and teeth.

Although the body that has been immersed in holy power for many years is old, it still has plenty of vitality. Therefore, it can clearly feel what shape the sharp feeling that separates the bones, tendons and blood vessels is.
It was a crystal feather, with a silver-black clear surface that was shining with light and reflected their astonished faces.

The feathers... or rather the owner of the wings, was standing beside the woman on the hospital bed who was trapped in the cage of holy light. He looked at them blankly with calm and empty eyes.

The small body wrapped in the blue-black school uniform dress tilted its head, and its wet black long hair floated in the air and swayed slightly like water plants.

The young girl with broad wings on her back raised her head towards the sky, with a strange and numb expression on her pale and pretty face.

The thorns of time whipped and tore, and the bandages soaked in blood, pus and grease gradually fell off. The holy light shone, illuminating the face of the figure on the bed.

"She...she's not...you are Alessa!"

As if a flash of lightning appeared, the two of them suddenly woke up, and then their minds fell into silent darkness.

(End of this chapter)