American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

……

……

"Get further away, even further away!"

The punitive expedition was fleeing rapidly more than ten kilometers away. The aftershocks of the battle in the distance only reached a small part here, but they were still violent enough to make the ground undulate like ocean waves, cracking open deep ravines.

Buildings swayed and collapsed one after another, but fortunately everyone had their own supernatural abilities, and they were still able to leap and fly amidst the chaos.

People kept turning around, staring at the figures engaged in fierce combat in the sky, their eyes dazzled.

"Such power is simply..." Even Bai Ziyuan, who was usually quick-witted, felt his mouth go dry and was at a loss for words.

With a swift, blade-like gust of wind, Zhu Mingyao cleaved through the collapsing wall before him, charging forward without looking back. His tone was flat: "If you want to see it, be sweet-talking the leaders when you pay your New Year's greetings and ask them to demonstrate. As for now, let's just pack up and run!"

“That’s true… no!” Bai Ziyuan jumped over a bunch of twisted lampposts, her eyes darting around thoughtfully.

“You look a bit strange. You must be hiding something,” he said with great certainty.

Understanding is mutual. After all this time of collusion, Bai Ziyuan keenly sensed something unusual.

"You really have a dog's nose," Zhu Mingyao said with a laugh, letting out a long breath to suppress his somewhat chaotic thoughts.

He suddenly stopped, glanced back at the battlefield where the sky and earth had collapsed, and solemnly said, "Go and meet up with Brother Qi Yue and the others, and take our identification artifacts."

As he spoke, he pulled out a jade ring that shimmered with a cool, clear light. It had been issued by the Chamber of Commerce before he came. Large-scale organizational operations naturally have clear order, and such items are standard equipment.

"What are you going to do?" Bai Ziyuan instinctively sensed that he was going to act alone.

"Go and complete an important mission..." Zhu Mingyao sent a vague telepathic message, his body blurred for a moment, and then his expression became slightly indifferent and stiff. He had obviously left behind an illusion, and his real body had instantly gone far away.

Amidst the thick, pristine white frost and snow, bizarre monsters were sealed within the ice. Violent tremors shook the earth, and the ice sculptures shattered into pieces, the frost splashing out outlining a transparent shadow in the air.

“I seem to remember this guy.” Zhu Mingyao maintained his escape technique and carefully examined the exceptionally powerful hellhound that he had killed in the fierce battle in front of the mine.

A relatively fresh memory flashed through my mind: a werewolf shaman who died in the mountains at the hands of a mysterious man.

"Uncle Lai and the others were right. Sure enough, some fish have slipped in, trying to take advantage of the situation. Let's hope everything goes smoothly."

Chapter 416 Silent Hill 9

The chaotic, dark clouds, carrying the heart-wrenching screams of countless tragically deceased souls, surged towards the besieging crowd like a torrent.

The dark clouds, as vast as mountains and seas, appeared to be advancing slowly at first glance, but in an instant they blotted out the sky and seemed almost within reach. It was only because the area they covered was so immense that they created the illusion of slow movement; in reality, their speed was astonishing.

Faced with such an offensive, everyone looked solemn and felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. Without needing to coordinate with each other, they all acted in unison at almost the same time.

An indescribable series of explosions sounded as the prelude, as if a bizarre and fantastical storm was sweeping across the world.

A dignified noblewoman stood side by side with a bald wizard whose face was gloomy. The ancient dragon-shaped ring shimmered with emerald light, and the pitch-black magic wand crackled with eerie electricity.

The transparent, crystal-like spatial barrier bloomed like a rose, twisting and turning, layer upon layer, instantly unfolding a vast and intricate labyrinth, drawing in the surging hellish power and guiding it into a dense network of branching passageways.

"Ultimate Maze Technique!"

In the present day, the Sorcerer Supreme Fiona and the Warlock Chief Tom represent the pinnacle of their respective systems. The spatial magic they unleash together can easily contain a reservoir of a million cubic meters!

However, in just one or two breaths, the infinitely mysterious crystal labyrinth shattered with a crash, as if it had been forcibly burst open.

Both men let out a muffled groan, and blood seeped from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths, clearly indicating that they had suffered serious injuries.

But just then, support from others arrived one after another.

The statue of Gabriel spread its wings and lowered its eyebrows, instantly transforming from a cold-blooded trumpeter of doom into a benevolent messenger of heaven, its platinum horn replaced by a gleaming silver water bottle which it gently turned.

Clear, pure water cascaded down, forming a fine, continuous defense that seemed endless, slowing the rising demonic clouds and demonstrating a strategy of overcoming strength with gentleness.

At the same time, Lai Hengli recovered from the spellcasting pause. He spun the golden compass in his hand again, and the Five Elements, Eight Trigrams, Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches swirled, shooting out beams of spiritual light that shot straight into the sky.

The chaotic sky groaned under its own weight, and a patch of clear blue sky appeared out of nowhere, surrounded by vast white clouds, as if an invisible hand had forcibly pulled it in from the outside.

"Open a passage for me!" His face was contorted and trembling, wind and thunder howled from his mouth and nose, and his meticulous black hair stood on end, surrounded by lightning like dragons and snakes, clearly he had used all his strength.

"I come!"

Antonio responded to the call, raising his fists and roaring, just like his ancestor who ascended to godhood and challenged the twelve trials in the past. He charged forward with unparalleled courage, head over heels.

An intense fighting spirit, mixed with life force, enveloped him like a materialized armor, burning with a pure white light and leaving a long, comet-like trail of flames behind him.

From the lion of Nemea to the wild boar of Erymantus!

Whether you are the Fallis Lake Monster or the Diomedes Horse, you must all give way!

Even ancient mythical beasts, symbols of the power of nature, had to be defeated, so how dare a mere demon block my way?

At this moment, he felt his blood surging, and he grasped a trace of his ancestors' immortal divinity that fought against heaven and earth.

Like a gleaming sword slicing through the curtain of a stage, the powerful and vast white light cut through the dark and gloomy clouds, revealing the eerie figure hidden behind it, stirring up the wind and rain.

"boom--!"

A massive bolt of pure golden lightning converged, shattering the incongruous azure sky. Without any branches or forks, it struck the enemy squarely and perfectly, like a golden pillar supporting the heavens and the earth!

Thunder descends from the heavens; a virtuous person would not tread upon anything improper. Its power is vast and majestic, upright and grand. This is the "Thunder of Heaven's Great Strength," sweeping away all evil spirits!

The hideous figure bound to the bed with wire trembled violently. The demon-slaying thunder that vanquished evil scattered into countless bolts of lightning, dispelling the hellish phantoms surrounding her. Tiny bits of dirty bandages and charred, bloody flesh sizzled and gradually vanished into nothingness under the cleansing force of the divine thunder.

With the enemy temporarily immobilized, everyone's spirits soared. Just as they were about to unleash their full potential and strike while the iron was hot, four thin white lines suddenly shot out from the void and pierced the bandaged woman's hands and feet!

Holy light, like thorny brambles, sprang from the wound and swiftly formed a net of divine patterns, sealing her firmly. No matter how hard she struggled, it was to no avail.

"It's done!"

The two pastors, one from the Evangelical Church and the other from the Presbyterian Church, were overjoyed. Ignoring the fact that their own hands and feet were also torn and bleeding, they slammed their palms hard against the Bible and began to recite prayers rapidly.

Even though it doesn't have the long history of Catholicism, the Vatican City, a holy city with a rich and ancient heritage, still took some treasures with it when they parted ways. This set of "Elena's Holy Nails" is one of the best among them.

Elena is a saint revered by all denominations of Christianity. Legend has it that during the apostolic era, she was tortured by four kings for spreading Christian doctrine. God showed her mercy and sent angels to use their divine power to protect her from death and injury. After witnessing these miracles, the kings and their subjects converted to Christ.

The nails driven into her feet became stained with the blood of a steadfast saint, thus acquiring incredible and wondrous power.

Although most of the true relics were lost during the millennia of turmoil, with only one original, the three that came with it were meticulously crafted by powerful members of the church who had cultivated the bodies of living saints throughout the ages. Even a crown-level demon or monster would suffer severe injuries from consuming the entire set.

They brought it here secretly, seizing the opportunity to sacrifice themselves, and indeed achieved great success.

...Our contribution to the victory is evident to all, and no one can say anything against it.

With their plans successfully completed, even the two highly cultured pastors couldn't help but indulge in daydreams.

The next step is how to negotiate with the Catholic Church. Presumably, the Federation doesn't want their influence to continue to expand, and obtaining the Pure Holy Mark is basically a done deal...

Then, they felt a slight tingling sensation in their chests.

A pleasant thought suddenly vanished, followed by a chill that spread from my chest, squeezing out a salty, fishy taste that spilled from my lips and teeth.

Despite its advanced age, the body, which has been constantly imbued with holy power, still possesses abundant vitality. Therefore, it can clearly feel what shape that sharp sensation of separating bones, tendons, and blood vessels actually is.

It was a crystalline feather, its clear, silvery-black surface shimmering with light, reflecting their astonished faces.

The owner of the feathers... or rather, the wings, was standing beside the sick woman trapped in the cage of holy light, staring blankly at them, his eyes calm and empty.

The small body wrapped in a dark blue school uniform dress tilted her head, and her long, wet, jet-black hair floated in the air like seaweed, swaying slightly.

A young girl with broad wings on her back looked up at the sky, her pale, delicate face strange and numb.

As the thorns of time lashed and tore, the bandages soaked in blood, pus, and grease gradually fell off, and in the flash of holy light, the face of the figure on the bed was illuminated.

"She...she's not...you're Alessa!"

As if struck by lightning, the two suddenly realized what was happening, and their thoughts then fell into a silent darkness.

Chapter 417 Silent Hill 10

Despite the often-criticized bureaucracy of the federal government, its massive intelligence agencies do indeed endow it with exceptional intelligence-gathering capabilities.

All the information had been gathered long before the expedition team set off.

The woman before me had an aged face and gray hair, which was quite different from the age shown in the information.

Her body wasn't covered in charred burn marks, but rather with numerous penetrating wounds, with thorny wires coiled within, twisting and writhing like venomous snakes. Only the unique evil power of a clergyman fallen into darkness indicated that she had indeed once been a powerful cultivator of holy power.

“That’s Chrisbella! The last bishop of the Purity Church, and also…”

The clear holy water surged and froze into a shimmering ice crystal cross sword, which slashed down with Sister Irene's angry shout.

"...And she's my own aunt." Black wings spread out, easily shattering the giant ice sword into a cloud of frost dust. A clear, childlike voice rang out, taking over the rest of her sentence.

The voice was sweet and pure, reminiscent of flawless crystal and clear, soft mountain spring water, yet the intonation revealed only extreme resentment and chilling coldness.

"Without the dual connection of bloodline and power, how could the disguise be so seamless?"

The catharsis of venting her hatred burst forth from between her teeth, "In her lifetime, she always coveted my power, even going so far as to summon the power of fallen angels to try and strip away my holy mark. Now that I've been made into an avatar, her wish has been fulfilled. Thank me to your heart's content, dear aunt!"

Seemingly provoked by this cruel mockery, the old woman, on the verge of death from the torment of the holy nails, suddenly raised her head and strained to let out a hoarse, unwilling growl:

"That... is for the sake of the sect. You are too young, cowardly, and naive. Let me... take control of the Holy Mark, and then bear [that] divinity, merging light and darkness, so that I may become a living Seraphim..."

"What? The cause of the disaster back then was not that the Stigmata were tempted and corrupted by demons. The truth is so ridiculous."

Those present were all quick-witted individuals. Combining the secrets subtly revealed during their conversation, they filled in the gaps in the information and quickly pieced together the general outline of the matter:

It was nothing more than an extraordinary version of a family feud, which ultimately not only ruined the entire sect but also implicated countless innocent people, creating a huge mess.

Such a shocking scandal is enough to ruin the church's reputation, no wonder they have kept it a secret for decades and refused to let others have any contact with them.

However, no one had time to marvel anymore, because just as their attention was drawn to this turn of events, a life-or-death crisis suddenly erupted beside them.

As the head of the Warlock's House, the wizard Tom was always cautious and cunning. He didn't care about the exciting drama in front of him and was only busy replenishing the defensive spells that had been damaged in the previous battle. Just then, an incomparably sharp aura suddenly emerged and stabbed fiercely into his back.

This sneak attack was so unpredictable that it bypassed his senses, appearing within two or three meters. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late to dodge.

Although the incident happened hastily, he was still a powerful figure with formidable strength. Various magical artifacts and amulets flashed with light, instantly setting up more than a dozen layers of defense, making himself impregnable.

Relying on the organization's wealth accumulated over a century, Tom was confident that no matter how powerful the newcomer was, he could withstand several rounds.

However, the confidence on his face soon turned into fear and confusion.

A slippery, dark shadow darted about, its slender body twisting and trembling countless times. Its aura shifted and shifted, as if it knew the characteristics of all the magical artifacts it possessed. It pierced through the impossible defense system and went straight into the chest!

"How could this be?" The chilling magic of death destroyed life in an instant, and the plump skin withered and collapsed. The wizard master stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

It's true that there will be minor conflicts between too many equipment and magical artifacts, but unless you know them inside and out, who can grasp this flaw?

As if sensing his doubts, a somewhat familiar, deep laugh echoed in his mind: