The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 489 The End of a Fairy Tale 2
White and slender particles of light that appear and disappear in the air appear to be in the form of dust and float in the air. The holy waves are like mountains and seas, suppressing the flow of all alien energy.

With a subtle buzzing sound, a number of silver-grey "beetles" flew along the tunnel. Every few steps, one of them would stop and eject several metal hooks that would hang from the top.

Then their tails suddenly flashed, and white light sprinkled down, illuminating the way ahead.

Most environments with supernatural factors will have an impact on modern precision instruments, and the laws here are extremely unfriendly to dark creatures. After being deprived of technological creations and supernatural powers, the difficulty of this journey is beyond imagination.

Those micro robots are special equipment of special federal departments. They have excellent resistance to interference caused by related conditions, but their value is also proportional to the effect. If Frank were not in a high position of power, he would not be able to throw them around casually like scattering stones.

"How far is it?" The man gasped, his forehead already glistening with sweat.

He held the controller and flexed his overly tense and stiff fingers.

With his status, the opportunities for him to do the hard work himself are pitifully rare. His physique from sitting in an office all year round is not strong enough to face the rugged and complicated roads. It is not easy for him to persist until now.

"We're here." Alex's chest heaved, staring ahead and uttering short words.

His current condition was three points worse than the old man next to him. The pair of iron claws that cleared the way had rubbed his skin and flesh, and fresh blood had stained his nails red. His whole body exuded a faint sense of fatigue that was visible to the naked eye.

The omnipresent holy power was like a huge rock, constantly pressing down on him. He couldn't even use his vampire talents of levitation and dark vision, and could only grope his way forward like a mortal.

A deep crack that was tens of meters wide stretched in front of the two people. Mechanical beetles were flying in the air, swaying. Under the bright light, the dark red rock wall was as smooth as a mirror, extending downward to the end of the sight.

Such obstacles would be a piece of cake under normal circumstances, but for them now, they are almost an insurmountable chasm.

But Frank seemed to have expected this. He pressed a few buttons with confidence, and the mechanical worm opened its abdomen, releasing a large amount of fluorescent dust that sprayed onto the huge crack.

"A little trick of visual difference." Frank's lips curled up into a smug smile. With the stolen secret notes as a foundation, he already knew the mystery of this place.

According to the personal experience of the legendary archaeologist Dr. Jones, this seemingly empty abyss actually hides a hidden stone beam that spans both ends of the crack, which can be easily passed through with some tricks.

However, the next moment, his smug smile suddenly froze, and he screamed angrily like a wild cat whose tail was stepped on.

"what happened?"

I saw the silver-white powder fluttering in the air like snow falling from the sky, sinking into the abyss without any hindrance, without stopping for a moment. Was there some secret mechanism or hidden bridge there?
He lay down in disbelief and waved his arms wildly, but the expected touch never appeared. Only a bunch of empty air floated through his fingers.

The old notebook flipped rustlingly, the dry yellow paper trembling like dead leaves in winter in the man's anger. Frank compared them again and again in disbelief.

"Is that bastard lying? I'm going to kill all of his family members...!" A surge of blood rushed to his brain, making his face swell with burning pain. He felt that his painstaking plan now looked like a clown.

A hand with bloody fingertips was raised, interrupting his hysterical venting. Alex looked calm and thoughtful:
"No, that doctor didn't lie."

He lowered his eyes, and distant memories flowed through his heart.

“The way of life is the ancient way established by God. But the people would not walk in the way of God, but would take their own way.

We face the same choice today—follow the ancient path of God’s truth, or forge a new path of our own. Don’t go astray. Only by walking on God’s path can your soul find rest.”

As the low voice of the motto slowly echoed, the young vampire raised his leg firmly and took a sudden step forward!
The soft calfskin tanned Lebu leather shoes sank slightly and then froze. He was strangely suspended in the air, an indescribable color spread from his feet, outlining a straight track pointing to the opposite side.

It blends seamlessly with the background and is almost imperceptible to the naked eye, like an invisible bridge.

"Don't doubt, don't be confused, only by firmly following the footsteps of the Lord can the path be revealed. This is the power of faith..."

Turning his head to meet the man's surprised gaze, he smiled with a complicated expression:
"Nothing surprising. Being a vampire does not conflict with being familiar with theology. For a long time in my childhood, those people... seemed to want to use this to construct my worldview."

As if he didn't want to talk more about this topic, he turned back calmly and walked away, leaving only his back.

"Alex, please don't try to hurt others, otherwise there may be some small punishment..."

"Alex, what kind of blood would you like to drink for dinner? You can choose your race, gender, or age. Stop being so willful and cooperate with the experiment, okay?"

"Alex, you must control your wild nature and recite the sacred scriptures with us. God teaches us to be humble and obedient. You must remember this..."

In a trance, a little boy with pale skin and a layer of hazy black mist wrapped around him squatted on the ground. On his young limbs and body, silver chains were burning with bright and blazing holy flames, and torn fairy tale books were scattered on the floor around him.

He hugged his knees tightly, staring at the researcher in front of him with a fake smile. His expression was numb and indifferent. Behind his slowly closing eyelids, there was a faint burning flame.

Chains bind the body, but false lies seek to bind the soul.

The smelly black smoke and intense burning sensation rising from beneath his feet stimulated his nerves and brought his consciousness back to the present moment. Even though he had solved the puzzle with the help of profound mystical knowledge, the secret path leading to the holy relic still expressed obvious resistance to non-human visitors.

A string of ugly yellow burn blisters climbed up along the skin, making Frank's eyes twitch.

However, the figure who was being tortured appeared to be completely calm, as if the intense pain was just an illusion, or as if something more solid was supporting his spirit?

Hold on... hold on a little longer... it will soon... arrive...

Alex's lips moved, silently expressing his inner thoughts.

"Compared to nagging prayers, I actually prefer reading fairy tales. At least... it can help people escape from the troubles of reality temporarily."

The charred marks left by the carbonized shoes gradually disappeared, and bloody footprints, gradually becoming thicker, appeared one by one.

He walked down the end of the stone bridge nonchalantly and entered the stone chamber with a faint light in front of him. He let out a low sigh.

"Unfortunately, no matter how interesting a fairy tale is, it will eventually come to an end, just like no matter how magnificent a myth or legend is, it will eventually come to an end... Am I right, Master Templar?"

Just like picking fresh flowers, he gently caught the oncoming sword light and let his palm be cut with deep scars. He smiled at the stubborn and old attacker.

"To dwell on past achievements is only a temporary comfort. Only by becoming immortal can one open up a chapter that never ends."

(End of this chapter)