The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 463

The smooth metal surface reflects the dark blue cold light, showing a heavy meaning.

This was indeed the case. This lump of iron was entirely cast from alchemical metal, and the material was extremely solid. It took the ghost general Jiesen several scratches before he could tear a small half of it apart.

Feeling a little impatient, Zhu Mingyao slapped out with his palm. The true Qi, which was as soft as cotton and as tough as steel, poured out like mercury on the ground and eroded into the undetectable gap.

Under his exquisite control, layer upon layer of powerful protective spells and sophisticated internal components collapsed one by one, and the nearly half-meter thick mechanical door slid open with a creaking sound.

In contrast to its huge size, the number of items in the safe is extremely small. Apart from two rows of constant-temperature alloy boxes fixed on the long table, there are only a dozen boxes of various sizes.

The lid of the high-tech silver-white password box was opened, and as the white mist condensed by low temperature drifted away, rows of scarlet injections lay there quietly, emitting a faint and unstable light.

Smelling the blood and wailing of souls hidden under the majestic vitality, Zhu Mingyao pointed with disgust, and golden flames rose up for no reason, turning these medicines refined with the blood and souls of innocent people into a wisp of green smoke.

There were other things that attracted his attention more than those dirty things.

The oblate crystal box swayed gently, and the round golden-orange capsules rolled slowly. A sacred and soft glow flowed out, like warm miniature suns, forming a sharp contrast with the cold and evil aura of the injection just now.

"【Super Power Potion】..." A complex emotion flashed across Zhu Mingyao's eyes as he whispered the name.

This thing is also an old acquaintance. He once got a small portion of it when he was exterminating the vampires of the Nosferatu clan in the Temple Bar in Mexico.

It is said to be the research result of the federal secret department. Not only can it replenish spiritual energy with almost no side effects, it can even ignore the huge differences between systems to a certain extent, enhance extraordinary power, and has strong adaptability, making it a rare panacea.

Although he was in a cautious period and did not take it himself, he used it as material to upgrade all his summons. The Ghost General Jason's current rapid growth in strength is largely due to this.

Zhu Mingyao once took the opportunity to ask for advice and showed it to several leading directors for appraisal. Lü Hetong, who was good at cursing ghosts and gods, did not spend too much time analyzing its true nature:

——【Magic Pill】!
Regardless of past or present lives, the reputation of Xuanmen Waidan has always been loud. Its miraculous effects of reviving the dead and turning their bones into flesh are endless, and it has been talked about with relish for thousands of years.

But no matter whether it is collecting five metals and eight stones, or combining rare flowers and herbs with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the finished products, in essence, all belong to the category of immortal elixir.

Compared to the complicated preparation of competing elixirs, the raw materials for the magic elixir are shockingly simple.

Divine power! As long as there is fresh divine power and immortal flesh and blood from a high-level being, plus some special rituals, it is possible to refine a potion with amazing effects.

Therefore, whenever the Xuanmen came to a place, cut down mountains and destroyed temples, and cleared out the evil gods, new masters emerged in an endless stream like mushrooms after a rain, and the reason is not difficult to understand.

The value and appeal of this thing are beyond doubt. From the information Zhu Mingyao sorted out from the memory of the residual soul, it can be known that the reason why the scum on the island can do so many evil things and yet recruit a large number of good people to help them do evil is, apart from the temptation of power and wealth and the constraints of various spell oaths, the timely supply of [Super Power Potion] is the main reason.

With the end of the mythological era, the magic pill gradually became extinct. The current number is so huge that even if all the major organizations were searched, they might not be able to produce it. He knew the meaning behind this.

However, those things are still too far away. With the resources at hand, he can put some of his ideas into practice.

While thinking, Zhu Mingyao did not stop and opened the remaining spoils one by one. Various kinds of strong spiritual light immediately filled the small space.

"Well, the quantity is small, but the quality is good." He inspected each piece of equipment and material and nodded with satisfaction.

A general has no shortage of hungry soldiers. What is placed in the safe are the prizes usually given to security personnel. The quality of these prizes is above average and can be converted into a huge fortune.

The harvest was packed, and at the same time, the work of the ghost soldiers and devils carrying the goods back and forth finally came to an end.

A giant stone egg about the height of a person was placed steadily on the ground. Heat flowed through the dark red obsidian shell, turning the white frost marks into crystal water droplets.

Sensing the relatively normal vital signs of the girl, Zhu Mingyao felt a little emotional.

It was clearly just an act of tracking down the kidnapped person, but a lot of follow-ups were created, squeezing the original purpose into an insignificant side story. It is really comparable to the wonderful development of some mobile game plots.

Judging from the time, what happened here should be exposed soon. The remaining members of the behind-the-scenes forces will definitely use all their connections to rush here anxiously. Perhaps in the next moment, a submarine or a warship will appear on the sea.

Although Zhu Mingyao was not afraid of trouble, he was unwilling to confront the state machinery head-on, and he also had to find a way out for the victims. So a vast auspicious light rolled up, thousands of doors opened, and in an instant, people and things were stuffed into the Sanyuan Palace, and then turned around and disappeared between the sea and the sky.

An unknown amount of time had passed before the cold clouds that had blocked the space completely dissipated. Without the obstruction, the slightly warm breeze from the tropical ocean blew freely, and there was no trace of frost on the ground.

In front of several corpses lying in strange postures, a figure stepped through the inky darkness, looked into the distance, and then turned his gaze back.

"Click, click!" Flash lights lit up one after another, firmly recording the "heroic posture" of every hole in their bodies being filled with pillars for aftertaste. The handsome black-haired young man praised with great interest.

"What a beautiful technique. To be honest, I've been wanting to do this for a long time, looking at those disgusting slug faces all day long."

He dialed the communicator calmly, his face looked relaxed and casual, but his tone was completely different, heavy and anxious.

"Dear sirs, my name is Alex. I am extremely sorry. I have some very unfortunate news. We are still too late..."

He pressed a button, hung up the phone, and blocked the raging storm thousands of miles away. The young vampire king raised the corners of his mouth, outlining a weird smile.

"Want to hold the murderer accountable? Go now, I can't wait. You are a bunch of foolish bureaucrats who have been blinded by the peaceful days. When you are beaten to a pulp, there will be only one choice left..."

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He had no idea what kind of unexpected events had happened after he left. At this moment, Zhu Mingyao was already thousands of miles away, chasing the wind and controlling the clouds.

As one of the world's leading metropolises, New York's nights are still bright, with no sign of the riots of a few months ago.

St. Patrick's Cathedral stands leisurely beside Fifth Avenue. Surrounded by bustling neon lights, the quaint and elegant Gothic architecture exudes a unique sense of tranquility and solemnity.

Few tourists who visit here for the first time would have thought that among the fashionable and even luxurious commercial buildings, the most core seat of the Catholic Church in the Federation is hidden.

(End of this chapter)