The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

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"I'm not stupid! That venomous snake has the realm of true knowledge. You must have realized that there might be a trap, right?"

Amidst the low roars like thunder, the water surged violently, and the speed at which the surrounding objects were eroded suddenly increased by dozens of times. In the blink of an eye, they collapsed into lumps of wet mud.

"Oh, it seems you are not so stupid after all."

The fluorescent lights above my head suddenly flickered, and the light that should have been warm flickered, shining on a tall, dark red figure below, exuding a creepy sense of horror.

A few white cotton balls hung from the wide pointed hat, and the wide, thick red velvet robe fluttered slightly. Combined with the owner's plump figure, the human figure looked naive, friendly and gentle, diluting the evil atmosphere that suddenly arose.

But even such festive and peaceful attire could not make those harsh words sound any more pleasant.

“Kalysop, with hundreds of years of [communication experience], who can understand the temperament of you pagan devils from the city-state era better than me?
Although he accepted the covenant on the surface and pretended to cooperate sincerely, he was actually forever immersed in illusory glory and would rather drown in corrupt arrogance than truly join hands with us, just like he tried to go it alone this time..."

The figure narrated calmly and without emotion in a very familiar tone.

However, such a peaceful attitude was more unbearable to the listeners than the sharp sarcasm just now.

"That's enough! You're still calling us pagan devils at this point?
You are a lackey kneeling at the gate of the Garden of Eden, a slave of the glorious God! Do you think you are still a saint who has been promoted to heaven and revered by countless believers? Now you are just like us, a poor creature abandoned in the mud by the master! "

The blue waves were shaking wildly, revealing the pretty face of the daughter of the ocean, which was full of murderous intent.

Not to mention her, the unique arrogance of the Christians under such a calm tone was so strong that even the Broken Mirror Light that had been silent beside her couldn't help but ripple like the abyss, obviously very dissatisfied.

"Yes, if it comes down to it, I am just a torn-off shadow, and I am not even as complete as you. But who can be sure..."

As if the electric current was intermittent due to energy interference, the lights began to flicker again, each time beating out in a stiff rhythm to the speech.

"...A shadow cannot surpass the real body, let alone go further!"

The amplitude of the swaying of the light became slightly faster, and the human face condensed by the clear sea water wrinkled, and suddenly there was an inexplicable feeling of weirdness rising.

The descendants of the Olympian gods were the ancient Titans. They were the embodiment of violent primitive natural forces. Although they were lacking in emotions and mental abilities, they had a strong innate advantage in perception. They immediately sensed something was wrong, as if by reflex.

"you--"

She had just uttered a word when the human figure that seemed to be made up of thousands of broken lenses suddenly dissipated, and was trying to move into the void without hesitation?
However, he was still half a step too slow. An endless wave of black and red flames suddenly erupted, and the scorching evil intent of the hellfire came pressing down like the giant mouth of a demon king that was devouring the world!

The slight scream lasted only a moment, and most of the shiny glass lenses melted into juice, turning into an angular crystal, flashing a psychedelic light.

A large hand with red bone spurs protruding from the joints grabbed the crystal violently and held it tightly in the palm of its hand. A majestic and strange figure with a blurred face flashed out, and black smoke shrouded its crystal yellow eyes.

"——What are you going to do?"

Only then did the second half of the panicked scream come, but it was already meaningless.

“As expected of a powerful person who fought her way up from a mere mortal black witch to the throne of God, your sense of danger is much stronger than that of a fellow like you who relies on the legacy of your ancestors.” The former fallen angel, now the devil of hell, looked at the remaining crystal dust on the tip of his claws with a look of slight regret.

"Did they arrange a backup plan somewhere else? In this situation, a soul was able to escape."

"It doesn't matter. The important thing is that His Highness Calysop is here." Faced with the shocking change, the bloated figure in the red robe twisted his body and walked towards the corner as if nothing had happened. He even had the leisure to stop and look at a hanging picture for a moment.

In the family portrait, the old man holds the child and smiles kindly and happily;
On the mirror frame, the blazing white lightning was reflected, fiercely lashing the waves.

The deep, dark waves rolled violently, and in the howling storm that tore down houses and trees, an unbelievable roar was heard:

"You are crazy! In the current situation, you actually want to attack your allies?"

Calysop's mind was almost burned dry by rage. Even though she had never truly believed in the so-called covenant, she couldn't understand why these guys would fight among themselves when their own combat power was greatly damaged. Aren't they afraid that humans would take advantage of the situation and wipe them out?

The transparent luster drew a soft arc, and no matter how strong the waves were or how strong the wind and thunder were, it remained unmoved, easily sealing off the aftermath of the battle in a small living room.

As if hearing the question in the heart of the Daughter of the Sea, the wide plush cuffs moved, and a few slender gray-black fingers that did not seem human slid out quietly and picked up the round and crystal ball that had rolled to the corner of the wall not long ago.

"Of course we have a way... to turn the situation around in one fell swoop."

The withered fingers shook gently, and the fine white powder in the ball rose and fell. Among the fluttering powder, a few plastic green trees shaded a pocket-sized wooden house model. A wreath was hung in front of the door, and the shape was exquisite and pleasing.

"Jingle bells,

Jingle all the way…” The micro battery embedded in it was running, the colorful lights on the model house lit up, and melodious holiday carols floated faintly, but it turned out to be an exquisitely crafted Christmas crystal ball.

The dry, dark and hard skin was tightly stretched, and the raised joints were particularly thick, forming a sharp contrast with the crystal clear and lovely craft.

However, amidst this lively childishness, a few confused tiny faces suddenly appeared on the surface of the crystal ball.

On the pale faces of men, women, old and young, endless fear turned into hysterical struggles. They used their hands and feet to frantically knock on the glass barrier from the inside, emitting extremely faint cries of despair.

The vast white powder in the crystal ball became thicker and thicker, as if a winter snowstorm was gradually submerging a few little figures.

The crying and shouting stopped abruptly, but a hint of blood gradually emerged from the surging pale dust, dyeing the "heavy snow" an ominous crimson...

The "snowstorm" continued to spin, and the blood-red color flowed into the ocean like a stream, and was quickly swallowed up by the cold paleness. The dust stopped and the haze dissipated. The exquisite model house was still brightly lit, and there were a few more figures in the fingernail-sized windows. There were also a few more laughs in the ethereal Christmas notes.

It just sounds a little distorted occasionally, more like... a miserable scream.

"And in order for us to win in one fell swoop, Your Highness Calysop will have to make a small sacrifice."

The glittering arc slowly compressed, and a fist-sized Christmas crystal ball took shape again. Inside the ball, the vast blue waves gently rippled, wrapping a small and exquisite island, with every detail showing exquisiteness and lifelikeness.

“There’s actually no need for that, but your bloodline is closest to the one in the Villa in the Forest.

Just like human blood transfusion, if you want to make a half-dead patient move, you must choose a blood source that does not have an immune rejection reaction..."

(End of this chapter)