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Chapter 412 Silent Hill 5

The dense, layered forests and the winding, continuous mountain ranges intertwine to form a magnificent and imposing barrier, stretching to the horizon. A deep, dark cloud curtain slowly turns, like a pair of enormous black wings, obscuring the vast wilderness beyond the mountains and dense forests.

The blazing flames in the sky had just passed when a biting frost followed closely behind. In the sudden shifts between heat and cold, water vapor condensed into large raindrops that flew across the sky, accompanied by a series of deafening thunderclaps that crashed down on the earth.

After a deafening roar, Darkwing's wings were completely shattered, revealing a faintly visible town.

All around the town, vast, dark red clouds churned and surged, like massive amounts of ink and blood spilling from the sky, seeping into and staining the surrounding clouds, transforming them into patches of mottled, shadowy sky.

Deep within the chaotic, dark clouds, flickering eerie lights occasionally appear, like sparks struggling in ashes, both mysterious and captivating.

"it is good!"

After a long and fierce battle, they finally gained the upper hand, and the spirits of the powerful attackers were lifted.

"Thank you all for your hard work. The path to the core of the space has been opened. I wonder if anyone would like to go with me?"

A tall, fit young man stepped forward, and "Iron" Antonio, full of vigor, extended an invitation as the official host.

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed, and there was a moment of awkward silence. Several leaders of medium-sized organizations even looked away as if nothing had happened.

A wise man does not stand under a crumbling wall. The target's strength is beyond our expectations. We are all powerful figures who are pampered and precious. It's fine to provide assistance from the outside, but we would rather not take the risk ourselves. Anyway, there will always be someone taller to hold up the sky if it falls.

After a moment of silence, Sister Irene took the lead and represented the church, followed by several large organizations that usually cooperate with the church.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the Voodoo matriarch Mary made the exact opposite choice. No matter how Antonio subtly hinted at her, the ebony-skinned woman remained unmoved.

A high-ranking civilian intelligence officer in charge of the scene had a glint in his eye, his face gradually turning cold, and he gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

This is a matter of attitude for the Federation. No one wants an independent armed force within their own country. The premise for tolerating the existence of various factions is that they can step up in times of major events. This is the fundamental understanding between the two sides.

Since they chose to protect themselves in this critical moment, the future treatment of the Voodoo Cult needs to be reconsidered, and whether they can once again join the ranks of top-tier powers is now a big question mark.

A dozen streaks of light soared into the sky, riding the air, and disappeared into the chaotic space of the town.

The government official exchanged pleasantries with Patriarch Rupert, who remained on duty, before turning and leaving.

As he brushed past Mary, his lips twitched as if he wanted to utter a few sarcastic remarks, but remembering the infamous reputation of the Voodoo Mistress, he forced himself to hold back, only letting out a soft snort before quickly walking away.

The remaining few superhumans, perhaps feeling the atmosphere was a bit awkward, found excuses to disperse and unleash some impressive but actually limited methods to continue attacking the mist, thus demonstrating their efforts to deplete the enemy's strength.

A leader with good relations with the Voodoo Cult approached Mary and said ingratiatingly, "Please rest assured, if the authorities investigate, we will stand up to prove that you have done your best. After all, your cult is not good at dealing with this kind of enemy."

"It's nothing really..." The woman grinned, her cheek muscles twitching slightly, and said in a complicated tone:

"When people live in this world, they will always encounter things that are beyond their control. Ordinary people are busy with food, clothing, shelter and transportation, and even if we have some extra power, we will eventually be troubled by other things."

Her warm breath collided with the cool air on the mountaintop, transforming into a faint white mist, a fleeting hint of the salty, fishy smell of the sea breeze.

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"Boo!"

The murky black liquid shot out a long, trailing jet, as fast as a high-pressure water gun, piercing through several layers of shields in succession. The splashing aftershocks scattered all around, and even steel and rocks emitted blue smoke, forcing the group of people to scramble to avoid it.

The source of the attack was a monster whose entire body was covered by a thin, pale white skin.

Its body was thin, without arms or facial features, and its legs were turned inward, twisting and painful as it moved forward.

They had a large hole in their chests from which a tarry, black, corrosive liquid was continuously gushing out.

"It has an extraordinary level of corrosiveness and can destroy elemental force fields. Everyone, keep your distance!"

The priestess with short, brown-red hair brandished a ritual dagger, its obsidian blade flashing with fluorescent light. Suddenly, a silver cloud-like deer leaped out, crashing into the enemy ranks and exploding.

Although the ancient European nature gods worshipped by the Vika religion have declined in fame, they are still an orthodox sect, and the spells they use also have the power to exorcise evil and purify.

The light mist, imbued with positive energy, spread out in ripples, causing the air within a radius of several meters to ripple like a pond into which a pebble has been thrown. The monster in the tight-fitting suit was momentarily frozen in place.

The others immediately seized the opportunity, unleashing a barrage of combat potions and spells, alchemical bullets dancing with incantations, and a fierce bombardment that wiped out the enemy.

“Our decision to stay here was definitely the right one.” A combat alchemist patted his chest with lingering fear and began rummaging through his equipment to gather some materials.

"If the enemies on the periphery are already so fierce, one can only imagine how fierce they are on the inside."

Lacking any manners or humility, the priestess strolled over, intending to share some of the spoils. Hearing her temporary teammate's exclamation, she nodded in deep agreement.

Hyacinth-shaped communication runes hung by their ears, transmitting information about the orderly progress ahead. The descriptions of the bizarre and powerful monsters filled them with dread.

"Anyway, we're just small fry. It's already quite an achievement that we've managed to hold out on the periphery and share the monster's forces. We'll get credit for it when this is all over." She took out a crystal stirring rod and picked up a bit of corrosive venom.

"There may be even more valuable gains ahead, but they are beyond our reach."

The battle alchemist scratched his bald head, which had become thinning from the poisonous potion he had concocted, and gazed regretfully at the distant town. "What a pity," he thought, "but being able to escape unscathed like this is the best possible outcome..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man's longing expression froze on his face, and he raised his slightly balding head.

Below the head were the stark white spine and a series of organs that were still pulsating and contracting.

The pink lung lobes, their connecting tendons severed, fell silently into the dust, leaving only a blood-soaked, crimson heart lying quietly in a palm.

The owner of the palm emerged from the shadows of the void, her nun-like black and white robes fluttering, and she gracefully waved her hand.

His words were gentle and melodious, carrying a profound meaning, yet their implications were enough to plunge all those present into an abyss:

"It must be pointed out that the best ending is often not what people expect, but what fate bestows, such as today... I will give you a perfect ending."

Shadows shifted, and slaughter erupted. Amidst a sea of ​​flowers blooming with death and blood, some desperately fled, pleading and threatening.

"Please..."

"Our leader won't let you get away with this..."

However, these pointless noises only earned a quiet smile from the instigator.

"The perfect ending I'm talking about isn't just for you scum... it's for everyone!"

Chapter 413 Silent Hill 6

In the dimly lit space, rows of tall stone pillars stood, supporting the dome above.

The pure white candles emitted a gentle, soft light, reflecting off the flowing lily patterns on the silver candlesticks and illuminating the portraits of famous historical saints hanging on the surrounding walls.

Their gazes were deep and unwavering, as if they were watching over every soul that stepped into this place. The air was filled with the scent of incense, which mingled with the surrounding silence, creating an atmosphere that transcended the mundane world.

Indeed, the atmosphere at this moment was extremely solemn and quiet... If it weren't for the strong smell of blood and the stench of burning in the air, this solemnity would perhaps be even more pure and flawless.

Deep within the church, a somber gray cross stands tall, its icon bowing its head as if bearing all the suffering and pain of the world.

In front of the cross, where there should have been a preaching altar, there was only a huge, charred pile of firewood, shimmering with a few dark red embers.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, a chaotic, ghostly figure lay prostrate on the ground.

Just then, a gentle breeze seemed to blow by, causing the candlelight in the church to flicker and cast long shadows. When the breeze subsided, a pair of feet were already standing in front of the fire.

The gray-white marble tiles tinged with a hint of red, softened, deformed, and cracked, slowly turning into lava.

The owner of the foot paid no attention to the slight change. His crystal-yellow eyes lingered on the statue for a moment before he let out a low, sneer.

"Your tragic fate stems from this, yet you still pray to this puppet far removed from this world. Should I praise your unwavering faith?"

"Don't forget, answer, and fulfill your promise..." The thoughts were vague, murky, and intermittent, as if the source of the sound was lurking in the deep sea or mud. Upon closer inspection, they were a thousand cries, groans, curses, and prayers twisted together, along with the crackling sound of burning firewood.

“Of course I won’t forget my promise.” The man raised his chin, his ordinary face exuding an air of superiority, and said condescendingly:

"Those humans are almost here. As long as you cooperate, I can help you wash away the stains and get rid of this ugly and degenerate form. After all, in a sense, you and I, or rather a part of you, were once colleagues..."

The man's figure vanished in an instant, but his voice still echoed in the empty hall, "Poor vengeful woman... You can choose whichever identity you want to live under then."

Alessa? Sharon? Or perhaps...

...Samael!

Upon hearing the last sentence, the languid shadow on the ground trembled as if pricked by needles, and squeezed out a breath that sounded like a sob.

Thin, wispy shadows extended from beneath it, dancing wildly in all directions, refracting a metallic, cold light under the lamplight.

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A gloomy fog shrouded everything, making visibility extremely low.

Aside from its vast size and lack of human presence, this place appears on the surface to be almost identical to other cities.

However, if you trek through it, you can easily discover the strange things hidden there.

At the end of the commercial street lined with shops, there is a factory, and the wide main road is abruptly surrounded and blocked by several apartment buildings.

The various roads and buildings are completely unrelated, yet they are intricately intertwined, resembling a mischievous child's haphazardly stacked building blocks, appearing absurd and distorted.

Such chaos is a manifestation of the inherent disorder of space. If a visitor lacks the relevant knowledge, they will never be able to escape it in their lifetime, let alone find the master within.

"Everyone, get out of the way!"

Amidst howling winds, a large number of ethereal humanoid figures with divine heads and ghostly faces, clad in ancient armor, arrayed themselves with swords, spears, and halberds to engage in battle, firmly blocking a horde of surging fire monsters and even pushing them back into a mine shaft billowing with black smoke.

The art of commanding Yin soldiers and legal officials is a prominent branch of the Xuanmen (Taoist) school, with a legitimate lineage, and almost everyone can practice it to some extent.

Moreover, since most of them belong to the realm of energy and matter, they largely disregard ordinary gunpowder weapons. Therefore, for decades, the Hualian monks, regardless of their school of thought, who have been troubled by Mi's Iaijutsu, have liked to refine one or two of them to carry with them.

At this moment, they formed a battle formation and charged forward, with various spells assisting from the side, their power was almost no less than that of a modern army.

Just as the enemy was about to collapse, the mine shaft, which resembled a deep abyss, suddenly cracked open and rolled outwards. Amidst the flying debris and dust, a crimson giant lizard, its body wreathed in infernal flames, squeezed out.

Its truck-sized maw suddenly opened, from which hellhounds with shriveled flesh and eyes that looked like they were burning coals poured out to join the battle.

The scorching air currents, brimming with frenzied magic, stirred up fierce winds, instantly dispelling the vast yin energy and making one feel as if they were in a scorching desert.

Caught off guard, the ghost soldiers' formation became slightly scattered, and the balance of power gradually shifted again.

The attacking force on the sidelines naturally couldn't stand idly by and immediately stepped in to help. Golden light talismans, sword energy, and divine lightning filled the space within a radius of hundreds of meters, blasting the monsters who hadn't yet found their footing into a state of chaos.

Following closely behind, the witches either raised their wands or clenched their emblems, swiftly and seamlessly unleashing a series of restraining arcane spells such as banishing demons, summoning counters, and high banishment, sending large numbers of enemies straight back to hell.

The menacing monster army crumbled instantly, but the next moment, a muffled vomiting sound rang out:

"Cuck!"

The Infernal Giant Lizard's throat suddenly bulged, its jaws splitting open to their maximum extent. Amidst the swirling, viscous lava, even more monsters emerged, almost tumbling and crawling frantically.

A small demon carrying a cheap iron fork, its tail tip spitting fire; a fire spirit, its lower body trailing swirling black smoke, like a miniature genie; a horned demon, like a gorilla, crawling on all fours, its crimson muscles bulging...

All sorts of lower-dimensional demons with the element of [fire] surged out in a mighty torrent, densely packed together as if they were endless. Even if everyone did their best, it was just a drop in the ocean.