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Taking advantage of the fleeting opportunity, four long black lacquered sticks carved with the true form of the Bixie (獴犴) slammed down in a well-shaped formation, while jade chains inscribed with the spirit of the Xiezhi (獬豴) attacked from the left and right.

"As the law commands—bring them to justice! As the law commands—draw a circle on the ground and imprison them!"

The solemn and majestic pronouncement served as a footnote, and countless bizarre and grotesque ghost soldiers and spirits filled the void, swarming in, tightly gripping illusory shackles and ropes.

The four leaders of Hualian seized the opportunity and joined forces to seal off the heavens and the earth, leaving no escape for gods or demons!

Chapter 518 Beginning 5

Within the vast, grid-shaped area formed by four blackened canes, a chilling wind howled, ghostly whispers filled the air, and countless shadowy spirits swarmed through the void, like sardines packed tightly together in a can.

Even so, it was still difficult to completely stop the trapped people from moving forward. The dim, evil light, like the dying flame in an old oil lamp, slowly and steadily expanded its territory. The true form of the Xie Zhi, symbolizing law and judgment, cried out and changed color, and the jade chains dissipated and disappeared.

Chaotic energy surged wildly within the confined space, like a terrifying storm trapped in a bottle, constantly crashing against the surrounding barriers of punishment rods. With each impact, hundreds or even thousands of Yin soldiers were completely annihilated.

The magma armor, imbued with a decadent beauty, left a crimson afterimage as it trod upon the [Watery Trap], a place so vast it seemed to swallow everything, displaying its owner's astonishingly powerful strength.

With each step, a deep rumble accompanied the viscous spiritual energy of the Water and Lake trigrams dissipated, and in the blink of an eye, the energy surged hundreds of meters away.

Even with an impenetrable wall of infinite supernatural powers, it only forced the Demon Lord to slow down from an airplane to a sports car, and it took only a moment to reach the city!

"Buzz—!" A long, clear horn sound descended, and a large cloud of azure light mist suddenly descended. It was ethereal and light yet had a crystalline texture, like melted gemstones. The demon's movements slowed down, but the church's powerful figures caught up in time.

Sister Irene's abstract golden cup-shaped stigmata on the back of her hand shone brightly. Behind her, numerous clergy members, regardless of sectarian affiliation, chanted prayers in unison, sending forth a continuous stream of holy power to help her maximize the power of Temperance among the Seven Virtues.

Despite their individual motives, they managed to set aside their past grievances and join hands to fight together in order to protect humanity.

The holy light of the water angel, representing the four elements, cascaded down like a waterfall, while the abyssal flames, containing decaying magic, roared and leaped, stirring up a sky full of dazzling colorful clouds.

As numerous peerless experts unleashed their unique skills in a series of fierce battles, the earth cracked open, and surging energy waves soared into the sky, wiping out the falling snow.

Sensing the awe-inspiring power here, stars began to rise from the distant, brightly lit metropolis, rushing towards us regardless of any suspicion of being outrageous.

"Got you!"

Seeing that someone had noticed and come to their aid, the Protestant representatives felt much more at ease. They had the closest relationship with the government and had contacted them as soon as they started their operation.

With the lives of tens of millions of people in imminent danger, all the extraordinary experts in New York are rushing to attack. If anyone dares to flee now, they will face the wrath of the superpower!

Moreover, powerful figures scattered throughout the country were also forcibly conscripted at the same time and are rushing over using secret techniques such as teleportation.

Within minutes, the shimmering silver portal suddenly opened, and the blazing red sun shone brightly. The Supreme Witch Fiona, wearing a pointed hat, looked tense, while the Red Sun Venerable, dressed in a monk's robe, had a gloomy expression. They entered the battlefield one after the other.

With the continuous addition of new forces, the balance of power gradually became clear.

Bright arcane lightning and flickering mantra fire dispelled the protective magic cloud, revealing Azazel's crystalline yellow eyes. But seeing himself surrounded, his狰狞 face remained calm and composed, suddenly revealing a mysterious smile.

"I misspoke, it was I who caught you..."

"Everyone, scatter!" Before he could finish speaking, the most alert of them, Henry Lai, realized something was wrong and grabbed a few of his old comrades to retreat.

However, the next moment, everyone's vision suddenly became blurry, as if they were looking through a thick layer of frosted glass.

Whether it's the collapsed and burning forest, the shattered and obliterated highway, or the quietly flowing Hudson River in the distance, the surrounding scenery is all receding in a distorted way, as if the whole world is rapidly shrinking around this center.

"I will kill you as you wish!"

Zhou Taishan stood with his sword drawn, and the majestic, solemn golden-armored deity moved in response. The crescent-shaped divine blade slashed angrily towards the sky, colliding with the suddenly appearing transparent arc. A dazzling flash of light, like lightning, burst forth, and a crisp sound like shattering glass resounded through the clouds.

Large, spiderweb-like fine cracks flashed by in the void, and everyone then realized that the sky had been replaced by a semi-circular transparent barrier, and below them were rows of brightly lit houses and residences.

The vibrant green holly wreaths were stained with filthy blood, and the fir trees, adorned with colorful lights, were withered and menacing. Hordes of enormous gingerbread men, their mouths dripping with foul-smelling mud, surged in from all directions.

The joyful and warm holiday atmosphere instantly transformed into an absurd and bloody horror movie set.

“Jingle bells, jingle bells…” A strange, off-key song rang out loudly, and pairs of symmetrical blood-red lights suddenly appeared. Then, nine zombie reindeer with rotten ribs pulled a sleigh, carrying a bulky and tall figure, and descended from the sky.

Beneath a fluffy hood adorned with yarn balls, a strange and eerie face was concealed. Thick, snow-white beard and hair, resembling a broom, combined with his plump features, should have created the kind and benevolent aura of a neighborly grandfather.

However, a lingering, terrifying shadow twisted everything, altering it beyond recognition, like some indescribable thing from a nightmare.

Between his thin, long fingers, a crystal ball the size of a fist gleamed dimly and rolled up and down. Inside the ball, on top of a series of miniature houses, numerous tiny figures, no bigger than sesame seeds, floated about, displaying various dazzling lights, besieging a dark red object in a fierce battle.

The scene was exactly the same as what they saw around them at that moment. It was as if the newcomer had used a terrifying spatial magic to silently capture everyone into the crystal ball.

“That’s us…”

"Imprisonment in another dimension..."

"It's that troublesome guy again..."

Among those present were discerning individuals with keen eyes, as well as those who had participated in a secret operation a year prior, who spoke with trepidation.

Of all the people, the church's camp had the most complex expressions, 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 state?"

Aunt Eileen sighed softly, her face contorted with worry. Although she had gathered some clues, she still had no conclusive evidence that the other party was colluding with the Shadows of the Past. They hadn't even appeared during the fierce battle of Silent Hill. Out of faith, she had always held onto hope, but now that she had witnessed it with her own eyes, she finally gave up.

"Gah... Heaven has forsaken me!"

The patron saint who once ruled over sacred festivals roared viciously:

"Split me in two, harvest my so-called glorious divinity and transform it into angels to take to other worlds, while degrading my humanity to dark and impure thoughts and casting it aside!"

From that moment on, your Saint Nicholas was dead, leaving only his dark body.

—Christmas devil Krampus!

Before His wrath had been fully vented, a crimson radiance suddenly appeared behind Him. Boundless scorching flames of incantation were compressed into the jagged, wondrous wheel of divine vision. Like Shiva hurling his weapon to destroy all things, it crashed down with the force to flatten Mount Sumeru. It was the Red Sun Venerable who seized the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

The deified saints of Christianity have absolutely no connection to this hapless Brahmin priest!

A Christmas tree adorned with pale, withered bones and shriveled heads suddenly appeared out of thin air. As its charred, black branches swayed, it emitted countless mournful and shrill screams. The destructive magical flames vanished in an instant.

The former Santa Claus, now the Christmas devil, laughed loudly, his face beaming with boundless glee.

"Today is the perfect day, so let me present you with a special holiday gift on our home turf!"

With a strange laugh, His body suddenly swelled up, transforming into a towering black shadow, surrounded by a torrent of dark green, merging with the crystalline barrier formed by the folding of space, stopping all those who turned their guns to break through the seal of the other dimension.

At that moment, more than a dozen of the highest-ranking experts, including Lai Hengli and his group of four, suddenly turned around, some in shock and others in astonishment.

In their perception, two powerful evil forces from the outside world erupted almost simultaneously.

One of them is clearly located in New Yorktown!

And the other place... was the direction they had come from!

Black smoke billowed and rose, the magnificent manor was long gone, and the air was filled with the horrible stench of burning animal tissue, making people want to vomit.

The earth, as if ravaged by a magnitude 10 earthquake, split open a gaping maw, from which spewed forth not lava, but a hazy, dark purple mist. Within this mist, an ancient, filthy "river" slowly crawled toward a small dot.

...or rather, being swallowed up by that tiny dot.

Faces emerge from the crisscrossing limbs and organs of the carpet, the hundreds of powerful figures who rule this country, their eyes wide with despair and pain, as they are rapidly swallowed by small wooden cups.

Frank's lower body had collapsed into a bloody mess, with only his head remaining intact. An inexplicable force froze his composed smile on his face.

He gazed intently at the "Holy Grail," which seemed like a bottomless abyss, mechanically repeating a few words:

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

Greedily sucking up the massive amount of sinful flesh and blood, as if nourished by abundant rain and dew, the grayish-yellow woody fibers rolled and stretched out, extending and flattening towards the four corners.

After a few breaths, a square, old parchment floated in the air, its handwriting neat and solemn, conveying the overflowing idealism of the writer:

We believe these truths are self-evident.

"All men are created equal, endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights..."

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Skyscrapers stand in rows, their colorful lights dazzling like stars. The night in this megacity is already intoxicating, and the crowds on Christmas Eve make it even more bustling.

However, at that moment, a strange rumble of thunder suddenly rang out, and thick, dark clouds, deeper than the night, pressed low against the rooftops of the buildings, rolling across the sky at a visible speed, merging the lights and noise into a chaotic blur.

"Fuck! Can there be storms in winter? This is Christmas!"

In the crowded open-air dance hall, a Black man, clearly having a great time, rubbed his red, frozen nose and muttered something unsatisfactory.

Reality proved that this was nothing but pointless worry; in the blink of an eye, his troubles vanished along with the very foundation of his existence.

A sudden, icy chill swept in cleanly and swiftly, taking away the dark head and freezing the wounds in the process. The scarlet flower that had sprung from the neck only bloomed for a moment before freezing in mid-air.

Rusty horseshoes coldly pounded against the concrete ground, and a skeletal nightmare, carrying a headless knight, burst forth from the darkness. Exaggerated blades rippled with a bone-chilling cold, mercilessly reaping countless lives.

The eerie blue will-o'-the-wisps drifted into the night with the wind, and numb ghosts wandered through the party, generously sharing their empty wills and offering a tranquilizer to the revelry.

The massive, spiked club swung down with a vengeance, easily tearing apart the luxurious sports car. The monstrous, flesh-and-bones-like creature opened its gaping maw to feast on the fresh flesh, and terrified screams instantly replaced the cheerful car stereo.

The inferior, asphalt-like blood-sucking fungal carpet slowly spreads, steadily expanding its foraging range in the streets and alleys, quickly devouring any organic matter it comes into contact with and turning it into part of itself.

A sinister aura rose from the sky, and twisted shadows staggered out from the cracks. A diverse array of monsters suddenly appeared out of nowhere, dragging the city into an endless abyss of despair.

In just a short moment, the amount of blood and death was outrageous, almost turning the entire vast area of ​​282 blocks red!

New York, as the Federation's premier city, possessed an abundance of extraordinary forces, and should not have fallen so quickly.

However, the fierce battle that had taken place so close just moments before was too dazzling, attracting the attention of most of the powerful individuals and the emergency response team. This sudden disaster, like a venomous snake lurking in the dark, delivered a fatal blow silently.

However, with numerous official and non-governmental organizations stationed there, even if trouble came from within, they were not entirely powerless to fight back. After a brief period of panic, they quickly launched a counterattack.

On the towering bell towers of the cathedrals, bronze bells whirred without wind, their melodious and resonant sounds echoing as countless clergy poured out.

The rapidly spinning propellers churned the air with a piercing roar, the uniquely shaped attack helicopter gleamed with a cold, eerie light, and a series of alchemical machine guns precisely targeted targets, unleashing a powerful force that combined technology and mystery.

"What a grand scene... ugh."

The silvery-blue cloud-shaped seal script, flowing gracefully, formed a perfectly round moon gate that was not yet fully closed. The young man, who had just stepped out, exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, while simultaneously vomiting up the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup that was still partially digested in his stomach.

Unfortunately, the Qianli Huting Divine Escape Talisman treasured by the Hualian Chamber of Commerce is an 800-year-old antique. Activating it normally is a miracle, and it is a severe test of one's physical condition.

Having no time to pay attention to Bai Ziyuan, who was vomiting profusely while leaning on the White Bone Banner, Zhu Mingyao moved both hands simultaneously, opening the gates of the Three Yuan Palace. Numerous inner spirits materialized and charged out, instantly leveling half a block, demonstrating remarkable efficiency.

Just as he was wreaking havoc, he suddenly twisted his body, and a wisp of deathly, dark green ray grazed past him. The energy aura of this ray did not seem particularly strong, yet it caused even the palace phantom protecting his body to tremble slightly, demonstrating its powerful yet restrained strength.

The old necromancer, wearing a top hat, gritted his teeth, gripped his cane tightly, and snapped his fingers. A sinister and terrifying phantom of a funeral home appeared, with hundreds of undead howling and roaming.

"Tonight, no one shall stand in the way of our master!"

Under the threat of the city's collapse, people from all walks of life were forced to get involved. Suddenly, high-rise buildings, streets and alleys, bridges and docks, mansions and residences... everywhere became a battlefield!

"Boom!"