The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 422: Everyone Plays Their Trump Cards 1
Loud hymns echoed, and the magical power that could move mountains and cross seas swept away the haze in the sky, turning the place where they stood into a bright and pure land.

"This is... Have all the clergy in the Federation been dispatched?"

The eyes of a priestess from a small sect were filled with shock!

She looked into the distance and saw a huge convoy of buses connected in a string on the winding mountain road; helicopters roared back and forth in the sky, taking off and landing on the temporary helipad that had been cleared.

The sportswear and long windbreakers used for camouflage were taken off, revealing a variety of tunics and sleeveless robes, as well as faces that were either weathered or in the prime of youth.

In a short period of time, teams of bishops, priests, nuns, priests, and even seminary students appeared in this desolate mountain and wilderness as if by magic.

Just like in a certain Eastern country, there are a vast number of technical college students, while 985 and 211 are rare, the distribution of people under any system will naturally present a pyramid shape.

This principle also applies to the supernatural world. Even among the public churches, which have the largest number of members in the world, there are only a handful of experts who can fight the dark monsters with swords and bayonets.

But that doesn't mean that the remaining weaklings are useless.

As the saying goes, "a tower is built by gathering sand grains and a coat is made by gathering fur furs." Throughout the ages, there have been many talented predecessors who have created exquisite secret rituals such as the Luotian Grand Ceremony, the Holy Ceremony of the Ceremony, the Witch's Great Sacrifice, the Kabbalah Tree of Life Alchemy Array, etc., which can gather the power of thousands of extraordinary people from the same source of power and perform miracles beyond imagination.

However, in the classical era, due to the limitations of productivity at the time, those numerous lower-level personnel rarely gathered together in their lifetime. They had the skills to slay dragons, but they could only shelve them and could not use them in actual combat:
- Priests in Milan or Florence may be able to visit the holy city every few months, but if their counterparts in Norway or Sweden dare to follow suit, they will be left alone on the journey all year round.

Therefore, most of the time, they can only serve as the facades of churches stationed in various places, performing simple rituals such as baptism, blessing, and comforting the souls of believers.

But with the help of modern scientific and technological means, even if they are far apart, they can still be connected through the thoroughfare. The subordinate members who were previously useless have now transformed themselves and become the deciding factor in this high-end showdown.

Taking into account that the enemy may have minions and spies in human society, they set out only after the expedition team entered the alien dimension, and it has only been about 12 hours now.

In such a tight time frame, transporting thousands of people from all over the federation across thousands of kilometers to this place at the same time is basically an impossible task for other non-governmental organizations.

However, with the abundant human and material resources of the church, coupled with the timely communication and coordination of the emerging Internet, this feat has become a reality.

"Holy, holy is the Lord, who is and who was and who is to come, the Almighty..."

The bishops headed by Rupert presided over the devout singing in the center, surrounded by a simple preaching altar.

On the altar, the jewel-studded reliquary shone brightly, the silver-glittering baptismal cups and communion plates were placed side by side, and between the various religious instruments, wisps of milky white mist were slowly drawn out.
The bright sun gradually sets, its light is as dazzling as the real sun, spewing out fierce platinum flames, containing tremendous power to cleanse all evil in the world.

People who witness this scene can't help but feel a fresh, pure and warm current surge through their bodies, as if they are being gently cleansed from the inside out, and their souls are also purified.

But in the eyes of the alien sacred beings on the other side, such a scene represents unspeakable horror and threat.

The faith and willpower accumulated by the churches of all sizes in the Federation over the past decades, after a grand ceremony involving more than 3,500 people, have merged into a tremendous force that shakes the world. It is enough to temporarily knock a weak old demon off the throne and even put him into a deep sleep for decades!
Of course, if they could work together to resist, the price they paid might be much smaller, but the powerful humans present would never give them this opportunity!
Three balls of strange light from advanced teleportation magic lit up and went out at the same time, like a huge emerald-carved space anchor emitting heavy waves, preventing the enemy's attempt to merge.

A large number of strange puppet witch spirits rushed out, fearlessly exploding themselves, just to delay a little time. Countless fragments of magic metal psychic gems fell like rain, and in this moment, the huge amount of wealth burned was simply outrageous.

"Don't let up, do your best to entangle them!" Fiona threw out all her accumulated wealth like water, her eyes wide open with heartache, and led the Witch Council to madly pour out all kinds of spells, not seeking to hurt the enemy, but only to entangle them.

The Demon Lord was already far away, and the woman condensed by the lens was also wandering around the edge of the battlefield. At this moment, most of the pressure was given to the King of Snakes.

Valak could only roar helplessly, and the whole person turned into a sparkling illusory giant python, and broke through the space shackles that were quietly wrapped around him, and was about to fly out of the battle circle at a high speed. However, a holy angel suddenly appeared, with blue wings surrounded by crystal water, and spread out, like a broad arm, firmly blocking the way ahead.

"Do you want to be buried with us?"

Feeling the seemingly endless layers of resistance of the water flow, he roared in an evil, snake-like voice, revealing a tone of exasperation.

Unlike the others who retreated far away and only used long-range attacks to hold the enemy at bay, Aunt Irene was persistent and didn't seem to care about being affected at all.

"You're the only one who's going to die!"

The old man's eyes were as firm as a rock, and there was a hint of heart-pounding calmness in them.

"I have the stigma in my hand, which can at least exempt me from more than half of the power of [Heavenly Judgment]..."

She showed her white teeth, and the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth trembled into fine waves. Under her smile as calm as an ice lake, a thought as fierce as volcanic magma came:
"…Revenge for the sisters in the monastery is what I have been seeking all my life. I am willing to risk my life. Do you dare to follow me?"

As soon as she finished her resolute words, the light around her suddenly dimmed, as if it had instantly transitioned from dusk to midnight. A deep darkness surrounded her, like a living black curtain that tightly wrapped her in the center.

When the fatal threat was about to happen, the opponent did not retreat but advanced instead, launching a violent and sudden attack. Unexpectedly, the old man let out a muffled cry and suffered a small loss.

"Hehe... If you think you can kill me with this trick, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. Do you think you're the only ones who have a backup plan?" Li Xiao's voice suddenly turned from boiling anger to mysterious and ethereal.

At this moment, the holy sun that was descending above the head suddenly trembled. Then, this super-powerful divine art that consumed almost all the strength of the church in the federation was condensed, like a candle that was suddenly blown by someone. It swayed and extinguished by one third.

"what happened?"

The dawn of victory has appeared in the palm of the hand, but ripples have appeared, as if responding to everyone's doubts. At the space barrier that has been opened high in the sky, azure waves are surging, and countless figures who were praying intently have turned into endless blue waves without knowing when!
"Like I said at that time... People living in this world will always encounter things that are beyond their control. Even those of us who are so-called extraordinary people will eventually succumb to the arrangements of fate..."

The voodoo mistress, whose skin was as deep as ebony, twitched her lips slightly, and her bitter smile revealed the final emotion of an intelligent life insisting on its independent will. Then the light in her eyes dimmed, and the aura around her changed rapidly.

A blue and white foamy long skirt flowed, and a shadow with feet on the white waves emerged from her body. Her every move caused a storm, which swept in the bishops who were the core of the ceremony!

(End of this chapter)