The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 418 Silent Hill 11
A huge snake body covered in scales circled in the sky, casting a huge shadow and shrouding the people below in darkness.

The snake's eyes were like torches, flashing with cold starlight, as if it could see through all the vanity in the world. A heavy and cold sense of oppression filled the surroundings, making this group of extraordinary elites feel as humble as dust.

But even the most arrogant people would shut their mouths at this moment, just because of the other party's great reputation in the mythological era.

According to legend, the wise king Solomon, who was proficient in the mystical arts, once signed a contract with seventy-two powerful demons to help him achieve unparalleled achievements.

These seventy-two demon gods each have their own magical powers. The sixty-second one among them commands 38 demon legions.

It looks like a child riding on a two-headed dragon, with angel wings on its body. It is the incarnation of the Hell Python, and it controls the realm of true knowledge and can see through all hidden things, which is...

"The King of Ten Thousand Snakes - Volac!" Lai Henry read out the real name of the title faintly.

Compared to ordinary people, they know more. The so-called name of the devil of hell is basically just an attack and slander after the rise of Christianity. In fact, the true identities of these beings, more than half of them are the indigenous patron gods of various city-states in the classical period.

In other words, what appeared before our eyes was a genuine immortal god!

"Don't be intimidated by its bluffing!" Sister Irene had been entangled with the enemy in front of her for a lifetime and knew his background very well. Seeing that her companions felt the same way, she quickly spoke out to point out the truth.

“Valak was deposed by the High Heaven as early as the Eastern Roman Empire. His remaining soul has been sealed for thousands of years. When he escaped by chance 50 years ago, I used the blood of Saint Andrew to seriously injure him.

So it is now in an extremely weak state, and has even been hiding from place to place, not having the courage to confront the church head-on! "

Everyone was a man of experience and insight. They woke up immediately after receiving the hint. They all realized that the giant python was actually weak inside despite its terrifying evil aura. They thought that if they joined forces, they would have a good chance of winning.

"Thank you for reminding me. This nasty pain has been tormenting me for a long time."

The dark vertical pupils flashed a fierce look, and golden-red sparks suddenly exploded on the ferocious snake head that looked like a giant whale, exuding a sacred and solemn feeling, and the scales were burning with a squeaking sound.

"Now I can use your flesh and blood as compensation so that you can reunite with the sisters in the monastery. Their souls have been waiting for you in my belly for decades."

As if to prove his threat, countless faces of men, women, old and young protruded from the snake's belly, twisting their bodies and screaming silently, as if they were enduring purgatory-like torture.

Among them, the clearest faces are those of dozens of women of different ages. They all wear black veils and are clearly Christian nuns.

Faced with the enemy's malicious provocation, the old lady, although furious, still maintained a rare calm.

"This pursuit has lasted for more than half a century, and you never dared to stop and fight me to the death. But you suddenly showed up today. I guess the fog disaster that broke out a few days ago was to pave the way for setting a trap here in Centralia?"

She tightly grasped the rose-red prayer beads, and the silver-white holy light surged up. The blue-jade-like Seraphim of Water frowned and glared: "You are so arrogant. You don't think that you can swallow so many of us!"

"Smart little Irene, there is no need to test me with words. Since I am here, I naturally brought my friends with me." Along with a sharp and gloomy weird laugh, two auras with completely different attributes from the black-scaled python but equally strong suddenly appeared!

A thick fountain of magma and flames suddenly shot up into the sky, and then a tall demon figure with twisted horns on its head and blazing hellfire wrapped around its body slowly stepped out. The violent flames under its feet condensed into a dark red throne, and the surface was engraved with tragic scenes of demons fighting and killing, as if every line was telling of endless darkness and violence. The throne respectfully held up the demon's feet, demonstrating its supreme dignity and majesty.

On the other side, a group of ever-changing and illusory light emerged from the void, forming a graceful and elegant female silhouette. Looking closely, the crystal clear pieces turned out to be glass mirrors of varying sizes, each with a variety of strange images, such as rolling mountains and lush forests, or gorgeous castles with fluttering flags, as if hiding many illusory worlds.

But no matter what the scene was, there was always the looming figure of a burly young man punching and kicking. It was Antonio who had just disappeared, who was able to suppress the son of Hercules with ease. Although this mysterious woman was not as powerful as her two companions, her strength was definitely not much different.

Two more mythical beings!
Just like a bucket of ice water being poured on us, the morale that had just been boosted suddenly dropped. The enemy's number suddenly increased to three, and the situation suddenly became extremely bad.

"Devil! You will be punished!" Aunt Irene's expression changed, and finally stopped at despair. She let out a desperate roar, and a dazzling white flame shot out from her palms and went straight to the heart of the giant python.

Seeing the hunter who had been chasing him for many years lose his composure, Valak showed a contemptuous and pleased smile, and tapped lightly with his huge snake mouth. A wisp of black smoke rolled on his long mouth, and it turned into a ferocious giant mouth with interlaced fangs and swallowed down!

The bright white flames rose like waves.

The dark mouth descended like the abyss.

The two collided head-on, exploding into a sky full of colorful lights that were dazzling and eye-catching.

Under the light and shadow, an Asian youth with black hair and black eyes flashed out of the void like lightning and raised his hand to shoot out a bunch of scroll-like things.

"Holy, holy, Jehovah Most High, you are the Lord of Hosts!" The immortal heroes of the new era have no prejudice against any sect. Zhu Mingyao, who is used to reciting Taoist spells, can activate pagan magic tools just fine.

The scroll was unrolled, and it was covered with colorful oil paints. It turned out to be a frameless oil painting?
At this moment, the old nanny's face full of hatred suddenly turned into calmness.

"Do it!"

The oil painting flutters in the wind, presenting the scene depicted before our eyes:

A knight with a resolute face is launching a desperate charge towards a ferocious fire dragon. He is wearing a feather crown on his head and a linen robe with a red cross on a white background. He is riding on a warhorse without a saddle or stirrups, holding the reins in his left hand. The warhorse's front hooves are in the air and the horse's neigh is shaking the evil dragon.

The picture was vivid, with every detail of the characters clearly visible, emitting spiritual energy fluctuations that shook the void, but what attracted the most attention was the cold light held horizontally in the knight's right hand, which was a Roman dagger.

The steel-forged sword looks ordinary at first glance, but the clear sword sound resounds through heaven and earth, filled with the determination to destroy evil without hesitation!
The scales all over Valak's body suddenly stood up straight, and he felt a sense of impending disaster. He sensed the special attack power targeting his own attributes, and he roared in shock and anger, calling out the true form of the protagonist in the picture:
——Saint George who slew the dragon!
It roared wildly, and countless purple-black magic symbols that snaked like poisonous insects formed a barrier. It twisted its body and tried to escape, but a clear light seal suddenly wrapped around it and froze it for a moment.

The pale white shadow of the lake blends with the dark black water waves, the yin is on top, the yang is below, Dui and Kan are combined, the innate hexagram
[Trapped in the water of the marsh]!
The next second, purple-red blood with a strong smell of decay splashed across the sky, and the whole world turned red!
(End of this chapter)