The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 490 The End of a Fairy Tale 3
"You evil, corrupted one, I command you to leave this sacred temple!"

The silver-grey sword edge trembled constantly, trying hard to break free from the clamp. The brilliant holy light was as bright as fire, wandering along the hard divine patterns on the sword spine. It was clearly a holy object of extremely superior quality.

However, its struggles were in vain, because...

The sword's owner is too weak.

The thick dust that had been accumulating for who knows how long had enveloped the ancient chain mail, almost covering up all the gaps and holes. The robe on the chest had long since turned into rags, leaving only a blood-red cross seal that had survived to this day under the protection of extraordinary power.

Under a few strands of white hair that fluttered like dead grass, the loose and sagging skin was piled up like the dead bark of an old tree, exuding a strong smell of decay from the inside out. Only a pair of eyes could still seep out of the turbidity with some vitality, barely distinguishing him from a real corpse.

With a light wave of his five fingers, the old knight, who seemed to have walked out of history, lost his balance and fell backwards with his sword. His skinny arms, as hard as firewood sticks, trembled for a long time, but he still couldn't stand up.

Alex ignored the old man's stern rebuke and just wiped the blood off his palms on his suit, then said calmly:
“Since the collapse of the Roman Empire, the Holy Grail of the Savior disappeared in the war, and its whereabouts has become a mystery.

It was not until thousands of years later, in 1291 AD, during the last Crusade, that three brothers of the Knights Templar accidentally discovered relevant clues during the war. After informing the top leaders of the Knights Templar at the time, they hurriedly disappeared into the vast Gobi Desert.

There is no news that never leaks out. Around the ownership of this supreme holy relic, the Templar Church and the Knights Templar at that time launched a series of games, which eventually led to the latter's complete destruction.

But what no one expected was that the explorers would never be heard from again. 150 years later, two of them walked out of the desert. One died on the way back to France. The remaining one returned to France. Before he died, he told the Franciscan monks the whereabouts of the Holy Grail.

Ignoring the other person's ugly gray face, he calmly recounted the old man's origins, and then changed the subject:
"But Sir Knight, you should have drunk the water from the Holy Grail. How did you end up like this today?"

Silently watching the questioning eyes of the person in front of him, the old man's dry lips moved slightly, as if he was recalling that distant and painful past.

"Eternal life is not on earth, but in heaven."

He seemed to have weighed the balance of power between the two sides and wisely given up on resolving the issue by force. He spoke calmly, his tone pious and firm.

"Confused wandering lamb, now that you have come here, you should abide by the rules..." The old man reluctantly uttered a hoarse word, then closed his mouth tightly, stood with his sword, looking non-violent and non-cooperative.

After savoring the information vaguely revealed in his words, the young vampire king smiled:
"Your persistence in your faith is truly admirable. However, no matter how profound the words and teachings of God are, they must ultimately be supported by strength. Otherwise, they will be like rootless duckweed, just like now."

Perhaps he was a tough opponent when he was at his peak, but after seven hundred years, even if he relied on the geographical advantage to transform into a guardian spirit, the old knight could no longer pose any threat to him.

They were secretly arguing with each other here, but the others couldn't wait any longer.

Frank rushed out from behind impatiently, looking around with greedy eyes.

The stone chamber of nearly 100 square meters was rough and simple. A few balls of light swayed on the wall, casting mottled shadows, adding a bit of weirdness to this claustrophobic space.

However, the surge of jewels and precious stones instantly dispelled the negative atmosphere.

The complex Latin text blends with the golden brilliance, and the black runes on the pure silver are simple and elegant...

Ivory, glass, crystal, amber, beeswax... In this small room, it seems that all the precious materials known since the beginning of human civilization are gathered together.

But the shapes they cast are surprisingly unified:

Cup! Cup! More cups!

Surrounding a clear stone pool, countless cups of various materials, shapes, and craftsmanship are scattered in an orderly manner, making people dazzled. Under the dazzling array of utensils, even an ordinary person like Frank can feel the terrifying pressure. The mysterious law in the dark enters his mind, telling all those who are lucky enough to visit that they can only choose one, otherwise they will be punished by God!

Not fooled by Zang Ye Yu Lin's tricks, he walked forward proudly, passed through the treasures all over the ground, bent down and picked up a black thing from the corner of the wall.

That is also a cup.

A tall wooden cup about three inches high and an inch and a half in diameter.

The rough body of the cup reveals the sculptor's simple knife skills. The plain surface has no patterns or decorations. Even the varnish has peeled off, revealing the grayish-yellow natural color of the wood - just like any worthless old wooden item in a flea market.

“How can a carpenter’s son use gold and silver tools?” The man clenched his hands complacently, striding forward while holding the supreme holy weapon that was enshrined in the divine world.

The long-awaited goal was within reach, and Frank's face flushed with enthusiasm. All the deep thoughts and the arrogant demeanor of high officials in the past were thrown behind him at the speed of light. With an almost uncontrollable gesture, he stretched out the wooden cup and scooped water from the pool.

As if infected by this mood, Alex couldn't help but shift his wary eyes away from the old knight and glanced over involuntarily.

But in this moment of relaxation, a low chant suddenly floated into my ears for no reason -

"I swear in the name of God that in my knightly career, I will be magnanimous and merciful, and treat the weak with kindness. I will never use my power against the defenseless. Kind women and children are all my protections. Anyone who is in trouble and asks me for help, I will do my best..."

The volume is extremely low and subtle, like a wisp of spider web silk, but surprisingly clear and bright, as if reaching directly into one's heart.

The man's greedy and ugly look slowed down, and his whole body seemed to be poured with a bucket of ice water, and his movements slowed down a lot.

"The desire from the heart cannot be dissuaded by a few words of teaching..." Alex looked coldly at the colorful lights rushing towards him at a high speed and shook his head slightly with disdain.

The grayish yellow was decaying flesh, the silvery white was the ancient armor, the bright red was the cross on his chest... Grains of dust quickly dissociated from his thin body, taking away the remaining vitality and immersing his entire body in a pure white breath.

The last knight seized the last opportunity at the last moment and launched the last charge in his life!
"In battle, I will bravely fight against evil, resist all mistakes, treat my friends sincerely, help my brother knights, defend what I love until death. Humility, integrity, sacrifice, justice, honor, bravery, and mercy will become our eternal spirit!"

The sacred light roared out, like the first ray of light at dawn, and shot into the heart of the dark creature in front of it with lightning speed!

"Success!"

A huge feeling of joy filled his soul, and even the old man's rapidly dissipating consciousness suddenly regained a little clarity.

"Before leaving this world, I was able to kill a demon that wanted to lay hands on God's holy relics. I have no regrets in my life..."

However, in the next second, the only remaining vague head suddenly looked up, revealing a look of astonishment.

An ancient, square stone tablet quietly emerged, with the strings of divine words on it seeming to contain the truth of all things in the world. The brilliance that was exchanged for burning life was like a river flowing into the sea, swallowed up in an instant.

At the moment when his thoughts were completely lost, the old man only had time to hear the indifferent sneer.

"Sacred shackles are also protection. This is really a cold humor..."

(End of this chapter)