The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 458 Massacre
"What the hell are you doing?"

“Will there be a power outage on the island as well?”

The sudden darkness disrupted the game. Some guests who were at the "critical" moment suddenly felt disappointed and pushed the door and yelled at the waiters.

In a secret room, a psychic light curtain made of liquid crystal was violently wrinkled and trembling, like a rag in a strong wind. Strings of orange-red data rolled crookedly on it.

Several operators were sweating profusely while maintaining the equipment, their panicked voices were somewhat out of tune:
"The sequence is out of control by more than 35% and is still rising. The invasion comes from inside the guest room area, and the energy level is at least above the lord level!"

"Damn it! How did he get in?" The person in charge's eyes were bloodshot and he ruffled his hair in anger.

As a senior staff, he knew very well how many precious resources had been invested to ensure the absolute safety of this place. Under normal circumstances, let alone one lord, even seven or eight would have no chance of breaking in!
As for the possibility of being secretly infiltrated, they had already restricted means such as invisibility, teleportation, etc., and only senior members bound by the contract could use them. But who would have thought that trouble would come from within!

"Warning, warning! The danger level has been raised to red."

Although the mysterious visitor had been patient until now, he still did not dare to neglect it. He slapped the wall with his backhand, and the complex and exquisite gears turned over, raising a huge obsidian wheel.

On the mirror-smooth surface, dark golden lines stretched straight, neatly dividing the disk into the twelve zodiac signs. Following his command, the dark green symbols representing each constellation flew out together and instantly melted into the air.

"The guard program has been activated. Please stay in your room. Take the protective equipment distributed when you arrived on the island, follow the instructions and activate the defense according to the layout of the house, and wait for us to lead you to the safe house..."

The serious and urgent voice transmission was played in a loop, buzzing in every corner of the underground building. No one in the originally agitated crowd raised any objections, and all of them obediently followed the advice and hurried back to their rooms.

Contrary to the useless image in folk rumors and imaginations, these elites who occupy huge power and wealth may have rotten morals, but none of them is a real idiot in their brains. Especially when it comes to their own safety, their IQs must be online and they will never throw tantrums.

There are even some who are more alert and are ready to eliminate any possible minor hidden dangers around them...

"Zheng!"

There was a slight sound as the metal rubbed against the scabbard. With the cold glow of a few moonstones on the ivory handle, a pot-bellied bald man groped his way and came to the luxurious and gorgeous erotic water bed.

Looking at the muscular body covered with shocking scars, he turned his head with a slight feeling of pity, estimated the position of the heart, and stabbed it hard!
The sharp sound of breaking through the air just started and then stopped abruptly.

The man looked back in astonishment, only to see the blade being tightly grasped by five fingers that were rapidly growing gray hair. Behind him, on a wild and pretty face, a pair of red eyes burned with a raging rage for revenge.

The next moment, his gaze suddenly tilted and stopped on the broken holy silver shackles on the werewolf girl's hands and feet.

Who did...

Cutting off most of the cervical vertebrae blocked the blood supply and oxygen. Before he had time to figure things out, his brain, filled with desires, had lost its ability to function...

……

The sound of chaotic footsteps was running through the corridors, and the cold light flashlight emitted a bright beam of light.

"Dear sir, we are here to protect your club staff. We are following the emergency regulations and are now coming in on our own!"

After calling for a long time without any response, a muscular black man showed impatience, and the pale bison tattoo on his chest glowed brightly. He raised his fist as big as a clay pot and hit hard, blasting away the energy shield, and the door reinforced by alchemy opened with a sound.

The light illuminated the room, and an old figure in a loose bathrobe came into view. He was lying on the sofa in the corner with his head facing inward, his shriveled buttocks raised high, and he seemed to be shivering.

"We are sorry to bother you, please leave with us immediately." Cowardly parasite... The extraordinary person who despised him in his heart held back the upward smirk on his lips, and kept his voice respectful, and winked at his teammates.

Two armed guards strode forward, one on the left and one on the right, grabbing the trembling shoulders and gently helping him up.

——A slippery human skin?
Black and red minced meat mixed with colorful pieces of internal organs sprayed all over like a rainstorm, soaking their heads and faces.

Amidst the foul stench, a hideous dark golden figure rushed out and flashed across the sky like lightning.

The guards maintained a stiff posture, as if they had turned into statues. After a while, they fell to the ground like pieces of flesh, with blood streaking all over their bodies.

At the same time, similar scenes broke out collectively. Many strange beasts and soldiers suddenly appeared out of nowhere and launched a deadly attack on the guards and guests.

Instantly, blood surged, the air was filled with thick blood and murderous intent, screams rose one after another, but were quickly drowned out by the more intense sounds of fighting. Firelight and shadows intertwined, turning the silver paradise into a terrifying Shura field.

Although they suffered heavy casualties due to being caught off guard, they were fighting at home after all. After a brief panic, those powerful men with different abilities immediately rose up to resist.

"Purgatory Shock!"

Red flames and black smoke swept across as violent elemental energy waves surged past, crushing the shadowy figure wielding a long sword into a ball of evil energy.

Before the fiery-skinned demon warlock could even catch his breath, his entire head cracked and sank into his chest, leaving only his curved horns sticking out.

As if slapping a fly to death, the Yaksha ghost general slashed back and tore another ghoul in half. The remains of the ghoul swung out with black and dirty blood, knocking down two vampires.

Then the giant palm pushed sideways, shooting out a string of corrosive green thunderbolts, which blew the besieging troops all over the place, like scattered bowling pins on the ground.

Its tall shadow is mysterious and agile, appearing and disappearing like a ghost. It specifically targets the elites among the opponents. Its unparalleled physique combined with the narrow environment makes it invincible for a while.

The dishevelled people were pushing and shoving each other, tumbling and crawling as they fled. The hypocritical manners that were nurtured by wealth and power had long been thrown into the gutter. As soon as a few weak people stumbled and fell, countless pairs of big feet stepped on them from behind.

"Stop him, stop him!"

It seemed that the hysterical shouting had worked, and the bronze-armored demon shadow suddenly slowed down, as if a heavy burden was hanging on his hands and feet.

In the distance, a young man with a bloody face appeared, casting a dull and empty gaze. A bronze arrow pierced through his ethereal head. The tip of the arrow flickered with a faint light, emitting a stubborn and willful curse power.

call--!
The yellow mist of corpse evil flowed and stirred up a strong wind. The ghost general [Jie Sen] took a step forward, crossed dozens of meters in an instant, and punched out with wind and thunder.

Several twisted and flexible white ribbons flew over, and the invisible force field around them suddenly became light or heavy, changing in an instant, making the punch that was powerful enough to kill the demons crooked and no longer threatening.

The ghost girl in a gorgeous white dance dress was dancing ballet gracefully on tiptoe, while more ribbons swung out from the tassels of her skirt, extending and wrapping around her lightly.

The old woman with a heavy wooden shackle around her neck and a festering face bent her knees and lowered her head, moving her body timidly...

The boy, with half of his face smashed and his brains gushing out, brandished a blood-stained baseball bat and rushed over like an angry lion...

One after another, powerful undead appeared on the dim battlefield, some staggering, some roaring, and some humming. They transformed all the resentment and unwillingness they carried into an indescribable strange power, and joined forces with the Yaksha ghost to fight a fierce battle.

(End of this chapter)