The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 515 Beginning 2
Tonight, the empty sky firmly rejected the disturbance of the stars and the moon. The purest darkness shone through the emptiness, like a thick curtain that stretched far and wide, spanning between heaven and earth.

In the misty green forest, the vast manor is quiet and leisurely. Looking at the high-rise buildings with dim lights at the end of the sky, it forms a sharp contrast with the city that symbolizes civilization and noise. It's like two completely different worlds.

As time slowly passed, the chill in the air grew deeper, and the wandering water molecules were finally able to gather together, turning the joy of meeting into a touch of crystal powder, generously sharing it with the world.

A hexagonal white piece floated silently, spinning and dancing lightly, and landed timidly on the palm of the hand, leaving only a little moisture in an instant.

"They've started, and now's the perfect time for them to go on stage!" Aunt Irene calmly withdrew her hand.

Behind her, many figures dressed in gorgeous holy robes were ready to go. The dim shadows of the trees obscured the faces of the people, but their eyes were bright and sharp.

As the leader of the team sent by the Holy City, Abbot Clement took a step forward, his calm eyes revealing an eagerness that was difficult to conceal.

“We are ready to set out, and we are willing to leave the Lamb’s kingdom in the pasture and return to the glory of the Lord.”

His pretentious and sarcastic remarks immediately drew a tit-for-tat response.

"Please be careful with your words, dear brother. People today have the right to choose how to worship the Father. Those old-fashioned and strict times will never come back."

Several elder pastors from various Protestant denominations turned and approached. They had gloomy faces and were casually dressed in black suits and simple clerical bow ties. Their words were consistent with their attire, and they still stood firmly on the side of secular society.

"Our plan is just to retrieve the Holy Grail. Please don't do anything radical..."

Aunt Irene frowned sternly, and before the argument could develop into a tense situation, it was easily nipped in the bud.

She had experienced the same thing too many times in the past few days and had become numb to it. She only felt more tired than when she had fought to the death with the dark monsters in the past.

The resurgence of supernatural powers has brought an opportunity for the sublimation of life, but the sublimated humans are still humans, with their own persistence and justice.

Whose justice is more correct than whose?

Thinking of this, the old maid couldn't help but lose interest. She raised an old spindle wrapped with white cotton thread, and dozens of clergymen followed suit and chanted in a low voice.

"Saint Ridoda is guiding us in the direction of progress..."

As the ancient prayers composed of Latin phrases echoed, holy symbols of all sizes danced like feathers, twisted into thin threads like cotton yarn, and woven together in the name of the patron saint of textiles and roads. A straight tunnel appeared in the void, illusory and ethereal yet with an inexplicable sense of solidity.

They had learned in advance that the target area had gathered a considerable amount of extraordinary power, so it was natural to set up a strong defense system. They went all out from the beginning, each with a firm look in their eyes, ready to bear the backlash or even get hurt.

However, unexpectedly, the expected obstruction was minimal, and the transmission channel opened up, as smoothly as if it had always been there.

The two groups of people who had the same belief but were in their own camps did not quarrel any more. They entered one after another. They seemed polite and courteous to each other, but there was a clear distinction between them.

"It was an embarrassing farce for everyone to watch. Fortunately, you were there and they didn't continue to pester me."

The old nun stayed behind and looked back at the figures, giving them an apologetic smile.

"Don't worry about it. A big family and a big business always have their own problems. When you live in this world, you always have to consider many things."

An elderly Chinese man with gray hair and meticulous manners walked over slowly and smiled tolerantly, revealing his understanding of the world.

"Not to mention you, even a noble man like His Majesty in the Holy City cannot really do whatever he wants." Si Tuyuan changed his tone and his expression became serious.

"May I ask how your research on the news we mentioned is going?"

When talking about business, the old nun's expression also became solemn, with a complex light flashing in her eyes. The brave man accidentally discovered the clues of the devil's resurrection, and immediately the whole world responded with a call, and all parties united sincerely to face the crisis together... This kind of fairy tale can only appear in Japanese RPG games.

In reality, faced with such a serious situation, all powerful leaders will only doubt, test, and repeatedly examine it with a neurotic eye.

This has nothing to do with the identity and credibility of a "brave man", but is the instinctive logic of all superiors.

"Your willingness to show up in full force to support our actions has proven the reliability of the intelligence. We will notify the top brass as soon as possible and contact our allies to verify it."

It doesn't take a heavy hammer to make a loud drum clear. The relationship between the two organizations is both cooperative and competitive. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the church's influence will increase greatly after obtaining the holy relics. Under such circumstances, they are still willing to help with all their might, which undoubtedly shows that what the other party says is at least quite reliable.

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Shouts and exclamations mixed together and merged into a thunderous wave of sound.

In the secret underground club, a carnival feast was unfolding with the clinking of glasses. The hazy lights cast colorful blocks of light, reflecting on the faces of people who were excited to the point of being almost crazy.

The gentlemen in suits and leather shoes roared with all their might, and the ladies in long dresses laughed shrilly. The elegant gentlemen and ladies in the past now tore off their dignified masks, as if they had transformed into unruly beasts... Or, were they revealing their true inner selves?
"Really, it's real!" She stroked her face repeatedly, feeling the rough wrinkles that no amount of makeup could hide gradually disappear. The lady with towering hair laughed in surprise and stomped her feet more and more vigorously.

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The pointed high heels pierced her sturdy body, leaving it bloody and mangled, without caring at all that the crawling black boy was already dying - after all, it was just a toy for venting, and given her status, no one would even mention the word compensation.

"I have never felt as good as I do today in more than 30 years!" Doing arm curls again and again, the white-haired financial tycoon stared at his bulging biceps, and the hot breath steamed a deep red on his skin.

He laughed and leaned over, picked up a petite body roughly, and rushed to the corner impatiently without caring about the people around him.

The fishy blood and sweet wine mixed together, and the desperate begging and the indulgent laughter danced together.

Heaven for some, hell for others.

Chaotic and corrupt, evil and twisted.

Frank sat high on the stage and watched all this with a calm and contented look, just like a farmer looking at the golden fields in autumn, full of joy of a good harvest.

"It's so ugly... and so beautiful..."

The gloomy politician's lips did not move, but meaningful murmurs came out of his voice, the tone of his voice was strange and very different from usual.

"Such a pure taste of sin, it really intoxicates me..."

In a trance, his face turned paler, even almost transparent, as if there was something sticky and wet lurking beneath his skin.

Suddenly he raised his head, and his eyes suddenly opened, as if flames were dancing in them.

"The last distinguished guest has finally arrived. Welcome to our feast..."

An angry shout suddenly exploded, and the fierce sound waves instantly drowned out the vague sighs, and shattered the door of the hall into pieces that flew all over the sky.

"You are indeed a sinner who has fallen to the extreme. What else do you have to say this time?"

(End of this chapter)