The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 488 The End of a Fairy Tale 1
"For the glory and splendor of Her Majesty the Ice Queen! We swear to turn the cold wind into sharp blades and weave frost and snow into battle robes!"

The vague roar was deafening, and it brought with it endless fighting spirit. The bard and the warlock, who were the first to bear the brunt of it, immediately ran away.

Of course, the reality is not some kind of show like The Voice of China. A loud voice alone cannot scare people. What makes them afraid to take it lightly is the biting cold wind that suddenly swept down from the sky following the roar, and the sharp ice flowers that suddenly condensed in the air, as if they could cut the skin.

These natural phenomena seemed to be endowed with will, chasing the evading human figures with unerring precision!
The next moment, a ray of pure white light rose up, leaving a straight trace in the air. The ferocious cold wind ice cone seemed to be cut by an invisible sharp blade, and suddenly split in the middle, turning into crystal points and dissipating into nothingness.

The frosty light faded away, and a tall, ferocious figure with a bald head and a huge mouth fell down softly. A bloodstain in the middle of his forehead slowly cracked from thin to thick, and blood gushed out with cold air.

"This guy..." Edkin leaned over and examined the results with a strange look on his face. He took the trouble to organize his words before making a comment:

"He really has personality."

The being in front of him had big hands and feet, a fat belly, and pimples all over his blue-gray skin, like a middle-aged pervert whose body had grown several times larger. With a mouth full of messy fangs, his overall image was somewhat like an ogre from fantasy literature.

It's just that the raised stratum corneum on the forehead looks like a Third Reich-style peaked hat, which makes the painting look a bit out of place.

Zhu Mingyao tilted his head and thought for a while, then stepped on the monster and with his backhand, stabbed the sharp Gengjin sword towards its head, digging out the horns with tangled bone spurs.

It is well known that certain tissues on the bodies of extraordinary creatures will instinctively condense spiritual elements and are quite valuable trophies, so everyone was not surprised by his actions.

However, as soon as the horns that looked like an officer's cap were in his hand, they melted extremely quickly like a candle thrown into a flame, and then evaporated into white mist and disappeared.

"It seems to be the same information you got." Simon said with regret.

"They are all illusions derived from the laws of space."

Unlike their regrets, Zhu Mingyao's expression did not fluctuate at all. He just turned his eyes to the "guide".

"Dear young lady, the evil monster has been killed. Where is Mr. Puss in Boots?"

The little girl who had been following them clapped her hands and walked forward happily, with a gleam in her clear eyes.

"It's waiting for us up ahead."

Another voice suddenly took up the topic.

The shiny brown-gray fur moved, and Mr. Otter Winston suddenly appeared beside him as if he had crawled out of the ground.

Its whiskers trembled with excitement and its large paddle-like tail waved excitedly.

"Outside hero, you really did it. The minions of the evil witch were all defeated. You saved the four wise kings. Now let's go to the altar and revive the guardian lion king Aslan."

The little girl beside him nodded in response, her face full of genuine joy. She pulled Mr. Otter's soft fur and almost jumped up with joy:

"It's great, after waiting for so long, it finally has a happy ending."

As if infected by this fairy-tale atmosphere, Zhu Mingyao smiled faintly.

"Indeed... after so much travel, the story really deserves a happy ending."

As he spoke, his eyes drifted into the distance. In the valley a few kilometers away, a pillar of green light was rising rapidly.
...It even makes people feel impatient.

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"Are these guys crazy? They look so eager to work."

Under the big parasol, several men wearing turbans and scenic area management uniforms were looking somewhere with unfriendly expressions.

The reddish-brown sandstone building is empty, and no one appreciates the exquisite patterns and carvings today.

"Boom!"

A dull sound came from the ground. Even though the table top was relatively flat, several cups still jumped violently, and deep red liquid splashed out, dripping along the edge onto the ground.

Although it is almost November, the heat wave in the desert areas of the Middle East is still as fierce as ever.

The gravel baked by the midday sun is enough to fry an egg. The slight trace of moisture is fleeting, and the unique apple aroma of Darjeeling black tea is steamed out.

Following their line of sight, around that famous world cultural heritage, several large construction machines were working in a cautious and urgent manner. The bustling tourists in the past have now left as expected, and only a few scholars who look like old professors are pointing and talking.

"Damn the federals." A man gritted his teeth angrily. "What a bullshit repair contractor. The Petra temple has always been as solid as it has been in 1000 years. I think they are just working with those government guys to come up with an idea to cheat money together."

His accusation drew approval from his companions, who all denounced their country's official bureaucrats, but when it came to the other party in the incident, everyone tacitly agreed not to talk about it.

There is no way. After being trained by federal soldiers for decades, the military bases on the country have become semi-permanent facilities. For local residents, not to provoke the superpower with a strong and aggressive style has become a mental imprint passed down from generation to generation.

"I wish they would hurry up!"

No matter how much you complain, it will all end with a complaint.

And deep underground, someone also let out a similar roar at this moment.

"Damn the progress. If we delay any further, our plan will be affected."

Frank Wood paced back and forth anxiously, looking into the deep cave from time to time.

A dozen bundles of the latest military fluorescent sticks were inserted high up, emitting cold light without any energy fluctuations, illuminating the surrounding space like daylight.

The scene before my eyes was as if a major earthquake had occurred. There were broken and turned rock slabs and stones everywhere. In the middle of the huge fallen rocks, there was a tunnel as tall as a person. Looking at the claw marks on the edge, it turned out that someone had opened this road with his bare hands.

"I feel even more helpless than you do." The handsome face turned back from the end of the tunnel and answered unhappily.

The young vampire king now looked disheveled and dusty like a third world old man, his aristocratic airs had long been lost.

"The deeper we go, the stronger the power of the holy energy barrier becomes. Not only can I not cast spells, but even my body begins to weaken."

He frowned, gritted his teeth and stroked his arm. The high-ranking vampire's originally indestructible body was now torn open by several long wounds.

"Come on! The God's Breath and God's Footsteps in the three levels have been cracked, and only the God's Path remains."

(End of this chapter)