The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 512 Prelude
"More than that."

Zhu Mingyao calmed down and speculated to himself.

"The 'food' He craves for may include... hehe.

That's why you didn't dare to cooperate with him, but turned around and fled in a hurry."

Anyone who has read Homer's epics will have great "confidence" in the integrity of the Olympian gods. As long as they can gain benefits, what psychological pressure is there to go along with the demons of hell? Pan must have had a compelling reason to do so.

Sure enough, his guess was immediately confirmed the next moment.

"We can form an alliance of interests and share Kalysop. In the future, we can also work together to divide the faith of mankind. His proposal is very tempting. If it were any other sacred being who had fallen from the throne and was struggling to death, they would probably be tempted..."

The last words smiled bitterly:

"But perhaps in order to hide from the gods, his incarnation of the mark concealed some knowledge and cognition, and forgot a very important point.

——Due to the coincidental similarity in appearance, my image of a human body with goat horns was continuously vilified by Christianity as a symbol of the devil, but it also has a strong mystical connection with this concept.

I could vaguely sense what He was thinking... It was a desire to devour everything, return to chaos, and let the universe return to its original darkness.

His diet is not about the beliefs of sentient beings, but sentient beings themselves! Including us, the remaining old gods!"

Having said that, Pan's tone became slightly more excited.

"Fortunately, due to the limitation of the recovery speed of the elemental tide, it will take a very long time for Him to increase His power to the point where He can sweep the world. You will have enough time to prepare in advance. I will take a nap first, looking forward to hearing good news..."

As if he had exhausted all his energy, his voice became weaker and weaker. Just when it was about to fade away, Pan suddenly seemed to remember something and raised his voice a little:
"By the way, after reincarnation I will forget everything, which is equivalent to being reborn. Why don't you give me a name..."

The dust has settled with the words spoken with a smile, and we set out on the road to a new life without any regrets.

However, such a free and easy attitude failed to infect the only listener next to him.

Zhu Mingyao touched his chin with a gloomy expression, his thoughts following this powerful revelation.

"If this person didn't want to play a trick on me because of his childishness before he died, then some things are worth discussing."

Pan, who had been hiding in a small building to avoid disaster decades ago, probably didn't know everything that happened in the Battle of Silent Hill, but he was an eyewitness and witnessed the defeat of the Serpent Marquis "Valak" after being stabbed in the back.

For an existence who is at the top of the mythological world, even if he is just an incarnation of a mark, could it be so easy for him to be sealed by humans?
The authorities took away the remains of Valak, but I didn't pay attention to how they dealt with them? It seems that I should ask someone to investigate...

He put his thoughts aside for the moment, looking at the little elf in his hand, who was like a newborn baby, curiously looking at the strange world. He closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then smiled mischievously.

"Choosing a new name? That's a science.

Well, we need to leave some memories for our original life, and also reflect the characteristics of this life, so why not call it...

Peter Pan!"

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Tiny electronic light strips are made into candy shapes and lightly hung on the upright tall cedars, resembling strings of colorful fruits.

The classic melody of Jingle Bells echoed, spinning merrily among the crowd, adding a touch of joy to them as they were about to welcome the holiday.

Another Christmas is coming.

For many older residents of Los Angeles, recent days have been more lively than in previous years, which has given everyone busy with pre-holiday shopping more things to talk about.

For some reason, churches everywhere opened their doors for more than ten days in a row, hung lights and paintings in the empty spaces on the streets and alleys, and set up small preaching altars in the cold winter wind.

The priests, nuns and other church staff, wrapped in thick winter clothes, looked solemn and did not preach the gospel of the Savior much. Instead, they gently distributed practical small gifts such as food coupons and woolen clothes to passers-by, attracting many passers-by from less well-off families to stop.

After carefully accepting these warm gifts, even pagans with different beliefs could not help but give a grateful smile to these clergy as a response to their kindness.

Los Angeles is the first-class international metropolis in the Federation, and there are also wealthy businessmen who are well-informed and have excellent social connections. I found out the reasons.

In recent years, with the changes in the international situation, the number of illegal immigrants in Los Angeles has been growing and rising.

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Since they entered the country illegally, their economic conditions are naturally not good. This time, the Catholic Church took the lead and called on all Christian denominations to contribute manpower and manpower to bring them God's care.

Of course, if you can take the opportunity to win some favor and plant the seeds of faith, that would be great.

Inspired by this, some powerful people followed suit, quietly invested money in the surrounding areas, set up temporary hot drink stalls and simple medical stations, and joined this charity event.
...It doesn't cost much anyway, and according to the newly implemented law, after a few years, these people will obtain permanent residence status and may become a new source of votes for one party.

In the atmosphere of great harmony in the federal society, only the elderly who are most familiar with the local situation and never miss Sunday occasionally have a little doubt:

“There seem to be more priests with unfamiliar faces lately?”

The atmosphere outside was warm and pleasant, but inside the Cathedral of the Holy Angels, the headquarters of the Catholic Church on the West Coast, the atmosphere was heavy and almost suffocating.

Figures of different appearances, all of whom were not young, sat around a long table, their brows tightly furrowed.

Even though they were dressed in casual clothes, the religious instruments they wore inconspicuously, coupled with the subtle and powerful fluctuations of holy power, clearly demonstrated their important status in the church.

"The Gospel Church still disagrees?" Roderick, who was sitting on the upper hand with his eyes closed, opened his eyes tiredly, a sigh emerged from the heavy wrinkles at the corners of his mouth, and he spoke first.

As the highest-ranking official of the Holy City Diocese on the West Coast, the patriarch is over 90 years old. If this matter was not of great importance, he would not have come out of the sanatorium to take charge of the situation.

"Not only the Evangelical Church, but also the Presbyterian Church and almost all Protestant factions have rejected our proposal..." The tall and thin Johnson served beside him, his face solemn and his thin lips flattened into a line.

Before the last syllable was interrupted, someone impatiently slammed the table and said in a suppressed tone:
"I knew that the heretics were unreliable. They were deeply entangled with the government of this country. They could actually tolerate the Holy Grail falling into the hands of those filthy and corrupt devils!"

(End of this chapter)