The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 495 Do you want to live?

More and more violent vibrations came from deep underground. In the face of this force, the thick rock was like crispy cookies baked by a housewife. It cracked easily, bulged, shifted, or sank.

The gap, which was originally only as thick as an arm, suddenly turned into a wide chasm, like a terrifying mouth, swallowing up countless trees and beasts in the blink of an eye.

Not only that, but within the deep cracks, there was a faint flow of dark red evil light, emitting a choking heat.

The entire mountain was like an old, frail patient, shivering and shaking his legs, trying to stand up with the help of crutches.

This secret space had clearly been on the verge of collapse before the sudden change.

"Humph!"

Pan let out a muffled cry of pain, and his tall figure suddenly became a little illusory. As the master of the secret realm, his aura was closely related to it, and this one moment he was greatly affected.

But this damage was not enough to be fatal. With a thought, the raging green flames split and transformed, condensing into a huge net that stretched into the void.

"Calypso is here so quickly. Looks like we have to abandon this place..."

Feeling the pressure from all sides, his mind raced. Although he felt quite regretful, he still made a decisive decision.

After taking one last look at the struggling human figure in the interweaving green flames and colorful lights, He wisely gave up pursuing the victory. Instead, He raised both claws high in His backhand, and His muscles, which were filled with divine beauty, trembled as if He was holding up a mountain.

Amid the violent shaking, the entire majestic temple slowly broke away from its foundation at the foot of the mountain, and floated upward along with a large rock platform.

From the flower basket made of honeysuckle leaves on the capital of the Corinthian column, to the triangular double-sided sloping roof, to the spiral reliefs on the gable eaves, all the components have even maintained their original structure without any disorder.

At the same time, a silver vortex rolled in the sky at a very high place, turning into a funnel-shaped space wormhole, from which a hazy column of light descended to guide the temple into flight.

The terms of negotiation must be based on strength. Since he can easily repel the troublemakers who block his way, he will certainly not fulfill his promise. The most important thing is to take the opportunity to get away!
Anyway, the "goal" has been basically achieved. The most important thing for me now is to find a secret place to proceed to the next step...

"Goat that stinks of livestock, stay with me!" In the distance, among the dark clouds as thick as mud, huge blue waves suddenly appeared, accompanied by rumbling screams, and tightly entangled the space light column that was about to start the transmission.

Just by looking at the overwhelming momentum, one can tell the incredible strength of the newcomer, but no matter how powerful he is, he is always one step late.

The beam of light seemed to be rubbed by an invisible giant hand, constantly twisting and fluctuating, but it still pulled the temple, inch by inch closer to the wormhole.

About to escape successfully, looking at the oncoming storm waves, the half-man, half-goat ancient god could not help but sneer.

In this dangerous chess game, he relied on his courage, wisdom and luck to carve out a way out of the impossible.

However, in the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly changed!

"Kala——!"

As if something was broken, a very thin and faint sound was heard. If it were not for the extraordinary creature's keen hearing, it would almost be regarded as some kind of illusion.

The veins and blood vessels on the thick neck bulged like small snakes. The huge black sheep head turned stiffly, and a sculpture was reflected in the golden-black eyes. Confusion instantly turned into fear.

Even though the temple had regained its splendor under the baptism of divine power, the gray-white stone sculpture in the corner still maintained a severely weathered appearance. Apart from its human form, even the subject matter was difficult to discern, and it was inconspicuous among the many sculptures. In its chest, a platinum-colored lightsaber was inserted at the moment, with seven cold stars shining like a handle, exuding a mysterious artistic conception of dominating life and death.

Pan's gaze moved slowly, and a hand on the hilt gradually emerged from the void, followed by slender arms, a sturdy body, familiar black hair, and finally a face that looked extremely hateful no matter how you looked at it.

"Perhaps it's because you've been out of touch with the times for too long. Your acting skills are really quite poor..."

[Zhenwu Beidou Divine Sword Talisman] was activated, and silver light slashed down like a waterfall. The statue instantly exploded into slag and then disappeared. Amid the flowing soft short brown-red hair like ripe berries, a muscular figure in tight leather armor rolled out.

With both hands stretched out at the right time, Zhu Mingyao caught her in a perfect princess hug and raised his eyebrows provocatively.

“There is an Eastern proverb: The monk may run away, but the temple cannot.

How can a ghost god who is about to fall survive if he leaves the only remaining divine domain? Aren't you doing all these things just to reincarnate into a druid who has a similar source of power?"

He gently lifted the wheat-colored hand of the unconscious girl in his arms, which was full of youthful vitality. A simple emerald jade ring was quietly worn on the index finger, which looked like flowing clear water, and the wood grain like annual rings was faintly visible inside.

"Your concealment skills are indeed superb, enough to make up for the lack of acting skills, but the magical equipment I made with my own hands always has some sensitivity..."

"Ow!"

Having said this, Pan finally realized that he had let slip a flaw in such a ridiculous detail. The feeling of depression and absurdity fermented together, causing endless regret. His body suddenly shook and turned into flames, rushing forward, ready to burn out the last bit of his essence in a fight of despair.

But the long rainbow-like emerald green mountain fire had just rushed up when it crashed to the ground in a mess with a terrifying roar.

However, the sky outside was covered with dark clouds, and during this hasty delay, the temple was completely surrounded.

Huge waves with rolling foam crashed down violently, and the turbulent muddy currents eroded everywhere, splashing the strong fishy smell of sea water, turning this small space into a world of water.

A terrifying tremor ten times stronger than the previous earthquake was felt, and the magnificent palace made a crisp sound of breaking under the weight.

The double-flowered wall of fine-textured snowflake marble was carved with images of mountains, forests and water, with herds of cattle and sheep living contentedly among the lush vegetation. Although originally just rigid rock, it exuded a breath of life.

However, at this moment, a sense of ominous death is quietly emerging on these patterns and decorations that can be regarded as masterpieces of art.

As the patron saints of the city-states in the classical era, the existence of the Olympian gods was somewhat similar to the celestial beings living on earth in some supernatural systems. They were more closely connected to their own altar than other gods. The strong aura of death now indicated a sharp deterioration in their condition, and even their imminent fall!
Inside the temple, the air was so heavy that it was almost suffocating. Every statue and mural was changing color and softening at an alarming speed, and then collapsing into ash.

A faint and mournful echo echoed all around, like the announcement of an immortal's final days, wandering in a holy place that was about to collapse.

The ancient god collapsed on the ground with a look of despair on his face, waiting for the judgment of fate.

But just when he was feeling hopeless, a mean voice came over.

"Your Majesty, do you want to live?"

(End of this chapter)