The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 425 follow-up?

Unexpected events can happen in a flash!

Zhu Mingyao subconsciously unfolded his magic weapon. Inside the numerous palaces and pavilions, all the gods in the Huangting Palace were seated on their altars. The clear auspicious light and auspicious mist were spinning rapidly, generating a powerful attraction that offset the strange force for a moment.

However, it was only for a moment, as if under the tremendous pressure of more than a dozen mountains crashing down at the same time, the steps shattered, the eaves collapsed, and the phantom of the palace collapsed in an instant, like a real paper house that was torn into pieces in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, this magical weapon has infinite uses. It can gather and disperse as one. It decomposes into countless golden talismans with red patterns and flies out, weaving into criss-crossing chains, like a big hand grabbing the girls' bodies.

At this critical moment, the golden talisman chain burst into a dazzling light, like a dragnet, slowly pulling them back.

But before Zhu Mingyao could breathe a sigh of relief, the strange black hole suddenly deformed and expanded, turning into a wriggling shadow.

The vast space was like a piece of transparent plastic sheet, collapsing and folding rapidly and then breaking into pieces.

"Fuck...!"

He only felt a tremendous force like moving mountains and seas pulling at the chains. Just as he could utter a Chinese curse, he was pulled over like an arrow from a bow. He became a fellow sufferer with the two unfortunate girls and disappeared behind the shadows in an instant.

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The vast and boundless fog gradually receded, and the ashes that had been fluttering like snowflakes no longer fell.

The originally chaotic sky seemed to have been thrown into a water purification tablet, and the space was rippled, and gradually restored to its clear blue. The bright sunlight was like thousands of golden threads, slanting down and illuminating a shabby town that was completely exposed.

In stark contrast to the messy ruins left by the fierce battle just now, although the buildings and roads here seemed dilapidated and dirty, with dead grass growing everywhere, they still maintained a relatively intact state. Only the familiar street layout and the choking smell of coal smoke in the air proved that everyone had not left the place in a sense.

"Is this the original Centria? What happened? Where did my apprentices go?"

Fiona's carefully styled hair fell loosely as she asked several questions in a row. Her still charming face looked extremely gloomy, as if water was almost dripping out of it.

The sudden turn of events in the final battle proved that the federal officials had concealed a lot in their plan. In addition, the strange disappearance of the two apprentices who were regarded as rising stars made her feel extremely bad at the moment.

"That's right, we also need a complete and detailed explanation!"

The two elder directors of the Protestant Church, supported by members of the organization, also came over tremblingly, holding their wounds that were still aching after treatment, and stared at Antonio, the official person in charge, with anger on their faces.

Compared with the several families who were deeply involved in the plan, they only received a little advance notice, so they underestimated the enemy and almost lost their lives. If the Protestant sects were not closely connected with the federal system, they would have turned against each other on the spot.

"I'm really sorry, this is what the higher-ups meant."

His eyes caught the blue waves between the peaks and valleys in the distance and quickly disappeared into the horizon. After estimating the speed of both sides, Antonio wisely gave up the idea of ​​pursuit.

He knew that he had offended someone severely this time, so his tone and gesture were extremely sincere:
"We only received the news from Alex's report just before we set off. Due to the tight time schedule, the Supreme Council had to make a hasty decision. It was not intentional concealment."

He knew the reason was too far-fetched, but it was his duty, so the young man could only rack his brains to organize the language and clean up the mess for those greedy bureaucrats. "The divine beings have an extremely sharp premonition. The wider the relevant information is spread, the easier it is to leak out." His tone was a little complicated, and he turned to look at the young vampire king beside him, who was digging a huge piece of ash, which was the last wreckage left after the fake divine gun and the enemy perished together.

"Luckily, they underestimated Alex's...loyalty to the Federation. That's why our ambush was successful."

"Although we failed to completely eliminate those guys, at least we achieved the basic strategic expectations." A light voice interrupted, and the pale and handsome vampire held out a ball of shadow from the ashes, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Although the Fallen Stigmata who was originally the target of capture is missing, this item also contains the secret of the immortality of the gods. Those old guys should be trembling with excitement, right?"

These words attracted everyone's attention, and gazes with different emotions fell on his hands.

The shadow gradually dissipated like mist, revealing an object that was roughly oval in shape and pointed at the top and wide at the bottom.

The dark red amber-like translucent shell has an ingeniously inlaid snake-scale texture, revealing an ancient, mysterious and strange beauty.

"Is that... a [snake egg]?" someone guessed uncertainly.

"We must destroy it! I can feel the remaining breath of the King of Ten Thousand Snakes, and a trace of its spirit is still lingering in it!" Aunt Irene, who was staggering over with her seriously injured body, was shaky but still spoke with great determination.

Several deacons from the Catholic camp stepped forward and seemed to want to take it, but a slender arm stretched out, blocking the way with a meaning that no room for negotiation was allowed.

Alex's obsidian eyes gleamed with indifference.

"My dear servants, are you overstepping your authority? This is a precious trophy belonging to the Federation. We were told before we came here that if we obtain items related to divinity and immortality, we must collect and study them carefully."

Seeing that a dispute was about to break out, Antonio quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. He dialed the communicator in person, and after a few whispers, he earnestly and gently comforted everyone in the church:

"Valak's soul has already weakened to the extreme. It would be difficult to recover even after hundreds of years. Under the seal of the research base, it is no different from being dead. Please do not destroy the relationship between the two parties for such a small matter."

He looked around, with a look of earnestness and majesty, and continued:

"In this operation, we will remember your sacrifices and contributions, and will definitely give everyone a reward that satisfies them. Please rest assured. The enemy still has remnants on the run, and the subsequent pursuit and cleanup still requires your full support..."

At this time, the leaders of various organizations also received secret communications one after another. A large number of major interests such as the opening of missionary areas, the cession of spheres of influence, the exploitation and shareholding of extraordinary resources were readily finalized by the powerful behind the scenes. Under the other party's carrot and stick tactics of both soft and hard tactics, even the most stubborn church personnel silently shut up.

But not everyone was satisfied with the result. Fiona glared at him angrily and cast various detection spells one after another.

"Hey! Please answer the question at the beginning. Where did my apprentices go?"

"Let me answer this question..." Lai Henry had been frowning and saying nothing since just now. The compass in his hand was spinning endlessly, and the needle made of the magnetic iron was shaking back and forth.

"They should have been dragged into another dimension, and..."

His dark eyebrows moved, his eyes were bright, "The so-called stigma holder should not be dead!"

(End of this chapter)