The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 419 Silent Hill 12
Perhaps it is destiny, or perhaps it is coincidence, but in many cases, all things in the world always present a wonderful restrained relationship.

In the supernatural field, this phenomenon of mutual promotion and mutual restraint seems to be more obvious, and it is natural that it has become basic common sense for every qualified supernatural person.

Just as vampires are best dealt with by pulling them into daylight, when exorcising ghosts, a ritual of exorcism is more effective than a rash fight.

So when facing a demon with dragon and snake attributes, it is natural to summon the legendary paladin who once slayed the dragon!

The endless white light, with its solemnity and coldness, condensed into a gigantic sword, like a searchlight in the dark night, cutting straight through the space!

The dazzling holy sword cut through the waves, and thousands of magic talismans opened up in response to the momentum, piercing through the body of the giant python with great force. The aftermath went straight through the sky, and the chaotic clouds trembled.

The huge body bent and rolled violently, dispersing the dark clouds in the sky.

"Cunning human, this is a despicable trap!"

Suffering a sudden and severe blow, Valak let out a terrifying roar of pain, and drops of blood glowed and turned into spiral poison arrows that shot towards the attackers like a rainstorm.

The Sanyuan Palace appeared, and all the gods in the Huangting Palace worked together to offset the enemy's angry counterattack. Zhu Mingyao then flashed and disappeared again. The Boss's hatred value was already full, and he had no intention of going it alone.

"You are a fallen demon god who accuses humans of being despicable. This is really a bit too humorous."

Wind and fire surrounded the divine thunder and a streak of sword light. Lai Henry and Blade Eric flew up to meet them in tacit understanding.

The black jade-like silk threads danced like dragons and phoenixes, outlining a complex magic circle. The hexagram in the center emitted an emerald halo. Several elderly women in long robes trailing the ground and holding magic wands appeared. They all had childlike faces and white hair and were not young, but without exception, they all had surging spiritual energy like the ocean.

The hazy and misty colorful rainbow light disintegrated everything, the extremely cold rays from the scattered ice crystals froze the void, the force field palm as big as a building crushed metal and stone...all kinds of powerful high-level witchcraft rushed up like a long river, and they started to fight without hesitation!

Fiona's fingers trembled slightly, and she raised her head and drank a bottle of recovery potion without any elegance. She didn't care about the slight stains splashing from the corners of her mouth, and shouted fiercely:

"The enemy's strength is far beyond your estimation. The reward promised by the church must be doubled... and tripled!"

With all the highest council members of the witch sisterhood present, she believed that the bid was very sincere.

Although she had participated in the formulation of the plan and was mentally prepared for a fierce battle, the danger of the situation was beyond her expectations. If the arrow had not been on the string and had to be shot, Fiona really wanted to turn around and leave.

"Please rest assured, as long as we can successfully eliminate this guy, we are willing to pay any price!"

The angel's treasure bottle kept pouring out brilliant light like water, pulling the two seriously injured Protestant elders back from the brink of life and death. Sister Irene whispered with a firm gaze, and in the distance a holy column of light rose into the sky, and a large number of auras quickly approached. It was the church's legion of judges who were summoned to come to help.

At the same time, she raised her hand and threw something, and a gray and white object flew out with a whistling sound. It turned out to be an ancient and simple hand-made spinning wheel.

Saint Catherine's Spinning Wheel, a relic of a saint collected by the Catholic Church!

As one of the fourteen saviours, this protector of the textile industry was not as good at fighting as St. George who slew the dragon, but the relics he left to future generations are also of unique merit.

As the wooden wheel creaked, countless plain cotton yarns spun like spider silk, covering the sky in an instant, like silver waves, clinging to the giant python of hell. No matter how hard the demon god, who was honored as the king of all snakes, struggled, he could not get rid of it for a while. After the church camp got the news of Valak's possible appearance from secret channels, they were very well prepared, with targeted measures linked together. If they only dealt with it alone, even with the honor of the demon god, it would be very likely to die on the spot.

However, with the addition of two other powerful enemies, the situation suddenly became very different.

The demon shadow sitting high on the molten rock throne suddenly stood up, and the blood-stained crown between the horns vibrated, making a noisy and strange sound.

A chaotic and twisted invisible force descended, along with a faint evil curse. All the concentrated attacks suddenly lost control and flew around in a twisted manner.

[Chaos Field], after unleashing the magical power unique to a monarch-level demon, its huge body suddenly disappeared. When it reappeared, it did not attack the crowd, but flew into the air nearly ten kilometers away.

The bat-shaped tattered flesh wings behind it shook, and hundreds of black skeletons with sharp horns emerged, spewing out countless demonic flame meteors that crashed down and headed straight for the two young figures in the demon hunter team below.

"You Winchester brats, I just happened to meet you today and I'm going to start with you!"

The demon's crystal yellow eyes were filled with evil intent. This move of surrounding Wei to save Zhao and harvesting the target he had coveted for a long time showed his astonishing cunning and viciousness.

——I don't believe you won't come to save your own descendants! With the high mobility of the innate teleportation, I can kill them all in a few minutes!
However, just when it was feeling proud, the dense shower of meteors was like a torrent hitting the rocks in a river, and it suddenly split into two.

A golden divine sword that seemed to be able to cut through the sky and earth broke out from it, carrying with it a celestial cloud talisman surrounded by a dozen scarlet flames, and slammed down on its majestic demon body!

The crimson armor condensed from lava exploded into slag, and the Demon Lord's body, which was said to be invulnerable to all kinds of damage, suddenly shook, cracking the tiny lines of the spider web, and the broken skin burst open. The large group of skeletons spewing demonic flames also paused slightly, and then dissipated into nothingness.

The golden divine sword cut across the demon, while the vermilion immortal scroll surrounded and trained it. Under the attacks from both sides, the flesh on the demon's body was constantly melting and peeling off. For the lower-dimensional creatures whose spirit, soul and body were highly unified, it was tantamount to excruciating pain.

With a violent roar, it grabbed a piece of flesh and threw it out, shaking off the opponent's pursuit, and managed to escape and retreat. Its evil yellow eyes stared at the figure in front of it, wishing to skin it alive.

These are not the two guys with the blood of heaven and hell, they are clearly two old Asian humans in disguise!

The muscles on Zhou Taishan's arms rolled like a dragon, and he gently threw the Green Dragon Crescent Blade to a halt, emitting a faint green and bloody light. His short gray hair stood up, and his eyes were filled with a fierce fighting spirit.

"I have killed hundreds of demons and monsters in my life, but I have never killed one as powerful as this one!"

Being looked up and down as prey by humans who treated it like ants, the demon's pride felt greatly insulted. He flicked away the blood beads left on his claws, and a mixture of pungent, dirty and crazy smell suddenly spread!
The surrounding space seemed to be torn apart invisibly and began to twist and deform. Then, driven by the magic power of hell, it evolved into more than a dozen space cracks of various shapes.

A strong and dark wind filled with negative energy blew, and the other side of the numerous spatial rifts gradually became clear:

Some show the horrific scene of surging lava and raging flames, like a volcanic eruption; others are a foul-smelling, filthy, decayed swamp filled with the sickening smell of death; and others are deadly and silent wastelands of bones, piled with bones, desolate and desperate.

And after that, one after another evil shadows, like hungry wolves that had broken free from their restraints, rushed out impatiently, carrying endless evil and madness, announcing their existence to the world.

(End of this chapter)