The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 508 The Last Domino
As time entered the last month of the year, in a secluded valley in West Virginia, waist-high weeds and thorns grew everywhere, guarding a large tract of wild forest behind them and blocking the desire of outsiders to spy.

Although it has been cut off and disappeared for who knows how many years ago, the erosion of the water still brought enough fertile soil to this dry valley, so the vegetation in it is much more lush than what can be observed from the outside.

The dark humus soil rises up into hills, silently and perseveringly supporting the tall white oak trees.

Traces of rotten wood chips are embedded in the soil, with dots of gray and white mixed together, making the hill look like a nameless grave, and the cracked and pale tree trunk is the tombstone.

Or perhaps it was an illusion caused by this similarity. Although the setting sun had not yet set, a midnight-like chill had passed through the dusk and descended on this land ahead of time.

In the vague chill, the sturdy body that can be hugged by several people stretches upward diagonally, with twisted and coiled branches spread out, like a hunchbacked old man craving for warm sunshine, standing alone in the narrow open space in the forest.

Although it has a bald head like its neighboring trees, judging from the few yellow leaves scattered at its feet, the health of this old tree was not optimistic even before the arrival of winter.

A faint crackling sound, like macaroni breaking, came from a distance. It was the sound of some creature stepping on dry branches and leaves.

The end of the copper-hooped staff tapped the ground, supporting his body as he walked forward.

Standing in front of the half-dead tree, the visitor raised his skinny fingers, took off his old black silk hat, and slowly stroked the swollen wood tumors that looked like growths.

The old face with thousands of furrows and ridges and the wrinkled and grayed bark contrast beautifully, and for a moment it is hard to tell which one has a stronger air of decay.

"Knight wandering in nightmares, I offer you what you are searching for as a sacrifice, calling you..."

The hoarse and deep voice restrained the mysterious power to the left and right, like an arrow shot into the ground.

In an instant, the old oak tree trembled. Its body, which was originally dying but still strong, suddenly shrank and dried up, and the few remaining yellow leaves also fell sadly.

The mound cracked silently, revealing a deep black hole with a diameter of several meters, from which phosphorescent green dots oozed out, as if connected directly to the underworld.

Amid the sound of horseshoes hitting rocks, a huge black shadow suddenly rushed out of the cave, accompanied by a cold and chilly wind.

The heavy draft horse with scarlet empty eyes lowered its head and sniffed twice. After realizing that it had no interest in the thick hay anymore, it regretfully turned its body to the side, revealing its owner whose saddle was covered with a layer of white frost.

The headless knight gripped the reins tightly, and thick black mist filled the air from under his wrinkled canvas uniform. The weeds and mosses that were still lingering around him suddenly turned black and rotted, instantly rotting away their remaining vitality.

There were large patches of weathered bloodstains on the gray-blue uniform, but the age of the uniform could be vaguely determined from the blurred metal patterns beneath the disgusting purple.

——These are high-level undead that can be traced back to the period of federal independence and have accumulated over hundreds of years.

The jet-black saber was unsheathed!

The murderous intent was as sharp as a knife, causing the bodies that were no longer alive to feel illusory pain. However, the old necromancer who was loyal to an ancient demon god just raised his hand silently and took out the pre-prepared sacrifice.

a black sheepskin scroll that slowly caught fire;
And a bloody, still-hot male head;

The man's hair and beard were all standing on end, and even though he was completely dead, his blood vessels and muscles were still trembling slightly from time to time, trying to contract and suppress the wounds, showing a strong vitality. There was no doubt that he was a powerful transcendent when he was alive.

The hands with exposed bones lifted the head and gently placed it on the neck. A sharp noise of bones connecting with each other was heard, and the face that should have been dead gradually became vivid, as if it could come back to life at any time.

Taking advantage of the moment when it stood still, the faded black top hat fluttered, instantly generating infinite attraction and drawing the Headless Knight in.

"Director Dark, is this the last one?"

A girl in a professional suit walked out from the woods where she had been hiding. Her beautiful face was as pale as paper, and the fine stitches and broken bones were faintly visible, but the fierce murderous intent and powerful evil spirit forced her true face as a fellow undead to be revealed.

"To be honest, it's the second to last one." The old man named Dak nodded gloomily.

"The Sleeper of Headless Valley is an evil being that massacred several towns during the Civil War. It is one of the killer weapons of the Southern Army. Even in the collection of my funeral home, it can be ranked first."

He threw down the burning parchment in mockery, watching the bloody witchcraft flames gradually devour the words of the contract.

"Although those controlled mortal nobles are stupid and greedy, the family heritage they collected is indeed good, which is just right for us to use."

The cold north wind blew, and even colder words were scattered in the wind. "Don't they long for eternal life? The day chosen by the master couldn't be better. Let the wailing of their souls become the accompaniment of the birth of the gods, and live with the gods forever."

"Go ahead. To accomplish this feat, you need to take away the last domino."

"Is that some powerful holy object?" The woman stroked the huge gem pendant that was glowing with light on her chest with satisfaction. She also made a lot of money from it recently.

"A holy object? It's probably a holy object for this country..."

The deep wrinkles that could kill a fly moved, and the necromancer opened his toothless mouth to reveal a strange smile.

"That is a document, a very special document..."

……

……

In the early morning of Washington, D.C., the voices of people are getting louder.

It was the opening day, and the door of a square Roman-style building was wide open, welcoming the crowds of visitors.

Read more latest popular novels at 6.9*shuba!

The weather today is not very good. Large patches of leaden clouds that look like metal oxides are piled up in the sky. It is so dark that it seems like water is about to be squeezed out of it, and the air is filled with a damp smell.

It looks like it's going to rain soon... Considering the season, it might even snow.

Feeling the chill trying to penetrate his collar, Thomas tightened the top button of his windbreaker to block out the cold air.

Taking the briefcase handed over by the driver, he walked quickly towards the square paved with light white marble tiles.

"...This most important and precious artifact in the hall symbolizes the cornerstone of the Federation..."

The guide stood in front of a huge tempered glass cabinet with a beaming face, pointing at a blurry yellowed piece of paper, and his enthusiastic explanation came out intermittently.

Squeezing through a group of curious and excited elementary school students with difficulty, the man glanced at the tall and majestic building next to him, and felt only boredom in his heart.

“Only these little guys who are visiting for the first time would find this pile of moldy information interesting.”

The head of the Federal National Archives and Documents Agency shrugged, turned and walked into the annex of the National Archives.

Even though the name is a frequent mention in professional books, the influence of the institution is actually limited to the academic circle.

For most of the federal upper echelons, this place is nothing more than a warehouse for storing old papers and outdated records. It is far less attractive than those important positions and is nothing more than a worthless office.

But after all, it is a state-run agency, and the welfare budget is still quite sufficient. Therefore, it is very cost-effective to come half an hour earlier and enjoy a delicious and hearty breakfast.

"Let's go for a lighter flavor today. Grilled veal steak with soft bread and a few artichokes... They should be fresh and tender. I'd like half an orange as fruit, and a glass of Burgundy white grape liqueur. That's all, thank you."

After giving instructions to his secretary, Thomas leaned back leisurely in a large and comfortable chair, casually resting his feet on the corner of the desk, ready to enjoy his meal.

But a moment later, what he was waiting for was not a food cart with an insulated box, but an unexpected uninvited guest.

"Why do they want to take that away?" He turned his eyes away from the authorization document and looked at the strange visitor in confusion.

"Who knows, sir, let's get the job done."

The overly handsome visitor smiled slightly, with dark waves surging in his obsidian eyes.

"Of course, we are not talking about the copy on display in the hall, but the real one in the underground vault.
—Declaration of Independence

(End of this chapter)