The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 517 Beginning 4
The sudden change caught people off guard. Dozens of holy lights and sword-like divine thunder had just emerged hastily when they were suppressed by the thick black smoke and dust that surged up like a volcanic eruption.

The fire of hell surged and turned into a burning world. The magma rolled like raging waves, tearing the earth into an endless abyss. The wails of countless ghosts and sinful spirits could be heard from the flames, interweaving into a symphony of despair.

However, even though they were in such a horrific purgatory, the guests whose bodies had changed did not die immediately. It was just that the pain they suffered became ten times more intense. They dragged their broken bodies and fled blindly, screaming at the top of their lungs.

People pushed and rubbed each other. A thin man was trampled to the ground. While he was struggling and screaming, suddenly a string of blood burst out from someone's wound and dripped into his grinning mouth. His painful groan stopped suddenly, and a feeling of hunger from the bottom of his heart surged out.

"boom!"

The twisted bodies around him flew away like flowers scattered by a fairy. The man's body twisted and expanded rapidly, his eyes were bloodshot, he buried his head in tearing the flesh of his companions, and muttered incoherently:

"It doesn't hurt anymore...it won't hurt after I eat it..."

The information spread quickly like a plague, and soon some "smart people" chose to follow suit. As for whether it was drinking poison to quench thirst... no one cared!
Balls of bloody flesh rolled around, and on the dark red, pungent, filthy quagmire, piles of white bones blossomed into pale flowers of death, and a gluttonous feast began.

But in an instant, there were no complete human figures left on the field. There were only dozens of hills of flesh and blood that seemed to have walked out of a nightmare, swinging their tentacles, opening their deformed mouths, devouring madly, never satisfied.

"Not enough... not enough..."

His pale, almost transparent facial features were trembling sickly. Frank had picked up the worn wooden cup at some point and raised it above his head with both hands, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Vague and false words floated in the air, the mysterious dark red liquid in the cup boiled rapidly, and a strange fishy fragrance spread, as if it was going to permeate the heaven and earth, stirring up the most fundamental negative desires rooted in the hearts of intelligent life.

"Bloody killing...trampling one's own kind...humiliation and torture..."

The hills of flesh and blood undulated and melted into each other, then crawled towards his feet as he chanted.

"Azazel!"

The old man's curse exploded, and a torrent of brilliant light stretching hundreds of meters wide broke out of the haze, carrying with it the holy power to destroy all evil, and slammed into the culprit.

Everything along the way was vaporized instantly without any hindrance, as if it was pulled hard by an invisible giant hand, and the devil cloud and smoke as thick as ink suddenly broke into pieces.

Just as the attack was about to hit, the huge figure with crystal yellow eyes let out a long roar towards the sky, and its ferocious claws with bulging bone spurs suddenly twisted, and a chaotic and confusing evil force descended. The vast and surging light stream suddenly changed its trajectory and shot upwards.

A holy beam of light penetrated the alloy ceiling. The soil layer that was dozens of stories high was no different from fragile paper in front of the high-level divine magic. The entire ground was overturned in an instant, and a gorgeous arc went straight up to the sky!

"How dare you, a demon, show up here!"

The violent wind blew off his hood, revealing his fluttering white hair. Clement covered his blackened arm, his tone showing both surprise and joy.

Beside him, nearly a hundred church elites appeared one after another. The faint silver light waves connected them closely, forming a complex geometric shape. Although they were all in a mess, they all retained most of their fighting power.

Where is this place? It's the outskirts of New York! The heart of the superpower world hegemony!
The headquarters of the Special Investigation Bureau that commands thousands of extraordinary people, the core diocese of the three religions of Catholicism, Protestantism, and Orthodoxy, is the place where the most extraordinary forces are concentrated in this country and even in the entire New World!

As long as there is enough time for the authorities to coordinate, with countless manpower and powerful secret treasures, even an old demon god would die on the spot. As a fanatic who puts faith above everything else, how can you give up such a God-given opportunity?

"Attack with all your strength!"

He was not the only one who thought of this. A blue and white glow pierced the air. Before anyone could react, the angel holding the brass horn transformed into a huge aquamarine sword, and Sister Irene launched a desperate charge. The sword shone like a dragon, vibrating and resonating, and the two huge objects collided with each other.

The holy spiritual light and the dark magic power collided violently, exploding with flames all over the sky. Black or white feathers of light flew in disorder, mixed in with the increasingly large snowflakes, just like gorgeous fireworks.

In the battle between good and evil, the shadow was defeated step by step, and the holy light was advancing rapidly in a blink of an eye. However, Aunt Irene was very alert.

Gabriel and Azazel.

Seraphs and Fallen Angels.

Although the former's status is half a level higher, he is ultimately just the legacy of the holy scar. Although the latter is the incarnation of the original body, he still has entity. Even if he has a large number of colleagues to help him, he can only barely contain him.

Before he could do anything, the huge demon's body suddenly vanished and flashed away into the distance.

Under the skyline over there, there are tall buildings and countless neon lights!

"Stop Him!" The pupils of several Protestant elders and pastors suddenly shrank. They didn't even care about the disparity between the enemy and us, and rushed forward like streams of light, launching a desperate interception.

Although they did not understand why he would fall into the trap, they knew very well that if he was allowed to break into the city, then before he died, these tens of millions of people would definitely be buried with him!
The huge figure quickly solidified and shrank, and it was surrounded by a dim magical light like the setting sun in the wasteland. In an instant, it was only three or four meters high. However, even with such a "petite" body, it took only one step and passed through a large forest and wilderness and was thousands of meters away.

After all, he was the demon lord who once had the title of Prince of Hell. Traveling through the void was just a leisurely stroll for him. If it weren't for the divine arts such as space shackles that came like a downpour, this step should have landed him directly in the center of Manhattan!

At the critical moment, a golden thread suddenly flashed in the dark night sky, and then turned into a lightning-like bright golden blade, slashing down with an astonishing momentum of creating the world.

The mighty divine power was in full swing, as if the surrounding air was burned up in an instant. The powerful force field squeezed and gathered madly with it as the center, and no matter whether it was a century-old giant tree that could be hugged by two people, or hard rock, all turned into powder in an instant.

The power of a single sword can cause the vacuum to collapse!

Two giant claws with demonic flames shattered the sword light. Azazel paused slightly, and his raised foot seemed to be unable to move forward anymore.

The next moment, his suspended body fell straight down, and an extremely strong invisible suction force emerged for no reason, firmly fixing him to the ground.

The soil that was frozen as solid as iron in winter began to churn and float, as if countless dragons and pythons were hidden underneath, pulling everything above into the abyss.

A few sparrows that were startled by the horrific battle just flew into the area, then plunged into the ground like bullets and disappeared in an instant.

Even the light snowflakes were pulled by the irresistible force. With the cold whistling sound, streaks of white lines fell from the sky into the ground, like a volley of thousands of arrows.

The upper part is a lake and the lower part is a ridge——[the lake water is trapped]!
Taking advantage of the fleeting opportunity, four black lacquered long sticks carved with the true form of the Bi'an smashed down in a criss-cross shape, and green jade chains cast with the spiritual characters of the Xiezhi attacked from both sides.

"As ordered by law - bring them to justice! As ordered by law - draw a line on the ground to imprison them!"

The deep and majestic verdict served as a footnote, and countless bizarre ghosts and gods filled the void, swarming in, clutching illusory shackles and ropes.

The four leading Hualian men seized the opportunity and joined forces to seal the sky and the earth, making it impossible for gods and demons to escape!
(End of this chapter)