The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 518 Beginning 5
In the huge tic-tac-toe shaped area formed by the four oily black rods, the wind was howling, ghosts were whispering, and countless shadowy spirits were spread all over the void, like sardines packed tightly in a can.

However, even so, it was still difficult to completely stop the trapped person from moving forward. The dim evil light was like a dying flame in an ancient oil lamp, slowly and steadily expanding its territory. The true form of the Xiezhi, which symbolized law and judgment, wailed and changed color, and the jade chains dissipated into nothingness.

The chaotic energy surged wildly in the small space, like a terrifying storm trapped in a bottle, constantly impacting the surrounding punishment barriers. Every impact wiped out hundreds of Yin soldiers.

The magma armor with a decadent beauty left a red afterimage, and it stepped on the [Zeshui Kun] that was drowning everything without a single drop of water as if it were flat ground, showing the astonishing strength of its owner.

Every step he took was accompanied by a low roar, and the sticky spiritual energy of the two hexagrams of water and marsh dissipated, and in the blink of an eye he rushed out hundreds of meters away:
——Even with the iron wall made up of infinite magical powers, it only forced the Demon Lord to slow down from the plane to a sports car, and it only took a moment to reach the city!
"Buzz!" Under the cover of the long and clear horn sound, a large group of water-blue light mist suddenly descended. It was ethereal and light, but also revealed a crystal texture, like a melted gem crystal. The demon's body slowed down, but the strong men of the church caught up in time.

The abstract golden cup-shaped stigma on the back of Sister Irene's hand glowed brightly. Behind her, many clergymen of all sects chanted prayers in unison, sending her endless holy power to help her maximize the power of "temperance" among the seven virtues.

Although they each have their own selfish motives, in order to protect humanity, they finally put aside their past grudges and work together.

The holy aura representing the angel of water among the four elements fell like a waterfall, and the evil flames of the abyss containing the magic power of decay leaped and roared, stirring up colorful clouds all over the sky.

As numerous peerless masters used various unique tactics in the fierce battle, the earth cracked open in all directions, and the surging energy waves rushed straight into the sky, and all the flying snow in the sky disappeared.

Feeling the earth-shaking momentum here, stars began to rise into the sky over the dimly lit metropolis in the distance, rushing towards them without caring about the suspicion of shocking the world.

"Got you!"

Seeing that someone had noticed the help coming, several Protestant representatives felt relieved. They had the closest relationship with the official authorities and had contacted the government as early as when they started.

The life and death crisis of tens of millions of people is imminent. At this moment, all the extraordinary masters in New York are rushing to besiege them - if you dare to flee at this time, you will be prepared to face the wrath of the superpower!

Not only that, even the powerful people scattered across the country were forcibly recruited at the same time, and were rushing here quickly through secret methods such as teleportation.

Within just a few minutes, the silver-shining portal suddenly opened, and the blazing red sun wheel bloomed. The Supreme Witch Fiona, wearing a pointed hat on her head, looked nervous, and the Red Sun Venerable, wearing a monk's robe and with a gloomy face, rushed into the battlefield one after another.

With the continuous addition of new forces, the strength of the strong and the weak gradually became clear.

The bright arcane lightning and the swaying fire of the mantra dispelled the protective magic cloud, revealing Azazel's crystal yellow eyes. But seeing that he was surrounded, the ferocious face was not panicked, and suddenly a mysterious smile bloomed.

"You're wrong. I caught you..."

"Everybody disperse!" Before he could finish, Lai Henry, the most alert one, realized something was wrong and grabbed a few old brothers to retreat.

However, the next moment, the vision in front of everyone suddenly became blurry, as if there was a thick layer of frosted glass.

Whether it was the collapsed and burning forest, the shattered and destroyed highway, or the Hudson River flowing quietly in the distance, the surrounding scenery was all moving away in a distorted manner, as if the entire world was shrinking rapidly with this as the center.

"I will kill you as you wish!"

Zhou Taishan drew his sword and mounted his horse, and the majestic and solemn golden-armored deity moved with him. The crescent-shaped divine sword slashed towards the sky and collided with the suddenly appearing transparent arc. The blazing flash of lightning was dazzling, and the crisp sound like breaking glass resounded through the clouds.

Large spider-web-like cracks flashed in the air, and everyone realized that the sky had been replaced by a semicircular transparent barrier, and under their feet were houses decorated with lights and colorful decorations.

The green holly wreaths were stained with dirty blood, the fir trees with colorful lights were withered and black, and groups of giant gingerbread men, with foul-smelling mud flowing from the corners of their mouths, rushed in from all directions.

The cheerful and warm festive atmosphere suddenly turned into an absurd and bloody horror movie scene.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells..." An evil and out-of-tune singing voice rang out, and pairs of symmetrical blood-red lights suddenly appeared. Then, nine zombie reindeer with ribs rotted out pulled a sleigh, carrying a bloated and tall figure descending from the sky.

Under the fur hood decorated with balls of yarn, there is a strange and bizarre face. The thick white beard and hair are like a broom, and the rich facial features should create a kind temperament like the grandfather next door.

However, a lingering terrifying shadow distorted everything and changed it beyond recognition, like an indescribable thing in a nightmare.

Between his five thin and pointed fingers, a fist-sized crystal ball was rolling up and down with a faint dim light. Inside the ball, above the endless miniature houses, many sesame-sized figures were floating, displaying various brilliant lights, besieging a dark red object, and the battle was in full swing.

This scene was exactly the same as what was seen around at this moment. It turned out that the visitor had displayed a terrifying spatial ability and silently took everyone into the crystal ball.

"That's us..." "Imprisoned in another dimension..."

"It's this difficult guy again..."

There were many discerning people present, including those who had participated in a secret operation a year ago and were wary and whispering.

Among all the people, the expressions of the church camp were the most complicated, and their fierce offensive slowed down.

"Saint Nicholas... As noble as you are, have you finally betrayed the glory of heaven and fallen to this level?"

Aunt Irene sighed softly with a troubled look on her face. Although she had collected some clues, she still had no solid evidence that the other party was in collusion with the "Shadows of the Old Days". Even during the fierce battle in Silent Hill, they had not shown up. She had always held on to illusions out of faith, but now that she had seen it with her own eyes, she finally gave up.

"Haha...it's the heaven that has betrayed me!"

The patron saint of the holy festival screamed viciously:

“Split me into two, harvest the so-called glorious divinity and turn it into an angel to take to another world, while degrading humanity into dark thoughts and abandoning it!

From that moment on, your Saint Nicholas was dead, and only his dark body remained.
— Krampus, the Christmas demon! "

His resentment had not yet been completely vented when a red light suddenly appeared behind him. The boundless scorching curse fire compressed into a jagged divine wheel of vision, just like Shiva who destroys everything throwing the magic weapon in his hand, smashing it down with the momentum of leveling Mount Sumeru, but it was Venerable Red Sun who took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

The canonized saints of Christianity have nothing to do with this ragtag Brahmin monk like him!
A Christmas tree covered with pale bones and shriveled heads jumped out of thin air. As the carbonized black branches swayed, countless miserable and shrill howls rang out, and the destructive spell flames disappeared in an instant.

The former Santa Claus, now the Christmas devil, laughed strangely, his face filled with boundless joy.

"Today couldn't be a better day. Let me present you with a holiday gift at home!"

With a strange laugh, his body suddenly swelled up and turned into a black shadow rising into the sky. A dark green torrent wrapped around his body, merging with the crystal barrier formed by the folding of space, and stopped all the people who turned their guns around in an attempt to break the blockade of the alien space.

At this moment, more than a dozen of the strongest men, including Lai Henry and the other four, suddenly looked back, either in panic or in astonishment.

In their perception, two powerful evil forces from the outside world erupted almost at the same time.

One was clearly in New York City!

And the other place... is the direction they just came from!

Black smoke was curling up, and the magnificent manor was long gone. The air was filled with the horrible smell of burning animal tissue, which made people want to vomit.

It was as if the ground that had been ravaged by a magnitude 10 earthquake had cracked open a huge mouth, and what gushed out was not lava, but a hazy dark purple mist. A stream of ancient filth slowly crawled in it, crawling towards a small dot.

...Or rather, being swallowed by that tiny dot.

Faces appeared on the limbs and organs intertwined like a carpet. Thousands of dignitaries who ruled the country had their eyes wide open in despair and pain, and were quickly swallowed by the small wooden cups.

Frank's lower body had collapsed into bloody mud, with only his head still intact. An inexplicable force froze his decent smile on his face.

He stared at the bottomless abyss of the "Holy Grail" in ecstasy, repeating a few words mechanically:

"Eternal life... is... we will soon be... with... the Lord..."

Greedily sucking on the vast amount of sinful flesh and blood, as if nourished by ample rain and dew, the gray-yellow wood fibers rolled and stretched, extending and flattening towards the four corners.

After a few breaths, a square piece of old parchment floated in the air. The handwriting was neat and solemn, and one could feel the writer's overflowing idealism bursting out:
“We hold these truths to be self-evident

--All men are created equal, and are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights..."

(End of this chapter)