The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 280 Halloween Horror Nights 3

The prelude to Halloween begins slowly, and the hustle and bustle of the city center seems to want to follow the footsteps of the fireworks across the long distance, trying to share the excitement with the tranquility in the distance.

However, after a long journey, the carnival atmosphere had become sluggish and weak when it arrived in the suburbs. It was like a tired beast, yawning lazily, and finally lying down gently at the foot of the lakeside villa area, becoming Soft and controlled.

A manor wrapped in dense roses and ivy looks like a quiet lady, standing quietly in the night. Although there are lights, it is silent and gives off a somewhat inexplicable mysterious atmosphere.

Above the manor, countless golden threads invisible to the naked eye weave into a huge net, covering the land like a patron saint, exuding tenacity and majesty and rapid change, two completely opposite artistic conceptions, firmly resisting all external invasions.

Around it, the space twists and ripples like water waves, like a curtain being shaken by invisible hands. If you look carefully, this shaking is not chaotic, but follows some kind of wonderful rhythm, making the interior of the manor and Isolated from the outside world, it maintains its unique rules and forms a small independent world.

Suddenly, as if a stone was thrown into the calm water, the golden silk screen suddenly turned violently and trembled. Thousands of strange runes emerged from the void, dimming and flickering, rising and falling.

The slightest trace of breath leaked out uncontrollably, and the roses that had already passed their flowering stage suddenly gave birth to bones again, and the slightly dry rattan was once again coated with emerald green.

Every vibration of the wire mesh brings up a breeze, blowing the green leaves of the ancient oak trees in the courtyard, making a soft rustling sound, like a poetic movement.

But not all "people" can appreciate such elegance.

A few kilometers away, on a low hill covered with tangled shrubs, between the tangled heather and cypress trees, two pairs of eyes with a strange evil light were quietly spying on the manor.

"If that's the case... maybe the original plan can be changed slightly..."

After flicking the plant juice from his fingertips, his orange pupils shimmered as he thought calmly.

"Xinnuo, I order you to go to the Halloween parade to cause chaos. Set off immediately after receiving the mission."

"Ms. Morgana, please be patient and wait until my [members] are fully activated to attract the attention of others and ensure that no one disrupts the situation before we can start our operation. After all, we have to seize it from a master witch. It’s better to be cautious when it comes to things.”

"twitter!"

As if a clock had jammed, the woman's voice paused, then returned to its emotionless calmness.

He picked off a cypress seed with his white gloves, put it in front of the round red nose, and gently crushed it to make a dab of gray-green juice.

The muscular, yellow-skinned man with a naked upper body knelt on one knee, bowed his head in a stiff voice, and turned into a line of smoke mixed with red sparks and flew away in an instant.

"I just react according to fixed thinking logic and lack the ability to consider everything. Is it really just not a real soul? No wonder it is called ancient but is actually so weak...

A rough matryoshka doll cut out of a whole section of wood appeared out of thin air, dropped to the ground and broke in half. A black smoke-like shadow suddenly spun out.

"I will send servants to cooperate with them. According to calculations, the efficiency can be greatly improved."

"They have begun to rebuild the mystery lock. Let's go in." The illusive blue-black dress moved automatically without wind, and her tone, which was always as calm and rational as a machine, was actually tainted with a hint of eagerness.

Haha, miserable human beings, in order to escape the fear of death, transformed into such a form, is this considered alive? It’s really self-deception…”

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Outside an amusement park that had closed after get off work, there were yellow isolation tapes stretched across the place. A group of police officers, working with heavily armed agents, looked nervous as if they were facing a formidable enemy, sternly driving away the curious pedestrians around. "You guys are here!"

Seeing several figures running quickly at the corner of the street, several agents pulled a young man in a security uniform and rushed forward with relief.

"I just received a message that an abnormal phenomenon suddenly occurred in this amusement park. After the personnel responsible for guarding the nearby area entered to check, they immediately lost contact and there is still no news."

"What is the specific situation?" Henk held his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked warily at the scattered buildings in front of him.

The amusement park that was supposed to be closed for get off work is now brightly lit, with faint sounds of laughter, as if it is still open for business. Feeling a strange aura lingering in it, he, who was experienced in martial arts, did not rush in in a hurry like those stupid young people, but asked for details quickly.

"...Teddy bears, puppets...all came to life..." The security guard on the side was so frightened that he could not speak incoherently and narrated tremblingly.

"To put it simply, those things started to move on their own, opened the door, attracted passing tourists, and then trapped them, right?"

Henk looked at the slowly opening and closing glass door and quickly concluded.

The security guy looked horrified and stammered: "Yes... yes, when I escaped, those monsters... monsters were using steel needles to put silk threads on people's bodies bit by bit, as if I want to make them into dolls..."

"Something's wrong!" Edkin frowned, stepped forward and whispered.

"A group of extraordinary beings guarding this area have fallen into it. How can ordinary people escape? It seems that they are deliberately luring people in."

"You are right, this is a trap set up, using slow torture instead of direct killing, forcing us to step in to save the hostages." The priest knight who has experienced hundreds of battles can see through the enemy's viciousness at a glance intention.

"You guys are guarding the outside and let me go alone..."

"What are you talking about!" Beverly pinched out the seeds and spawned a long whip of thorns, interrupting the old man's good intentions angrily.

"What happens behind this door affects hundreds of innocent families!"

"I don't know that much. I only know that after getting paid, you should work!" The tall and fit woman moved her wrist.

The bard held up an agent with a smile on his face, "Dear sir, could you please ask the superiors, we have completed the additional rescue mission, and when we finally settle the reward, can we..."

Seeing everyone's different looks but firm enough attitudes, Henk's lips curled up with a hint of relief.

The dark golden long sword was unsheathed. He stroked the sword's spine and solemnly recited the simple inscription carved on it:

——Virtue and sword will never waver!

A circle of large and small crosses intertwined, as if a halo of platinum bloomed from under his feet, protecting his teammates.

Then the group of people protected the caster in the center, put into a standard battle formation, and filed in through the gate.

Above them, on the neon sign of the amusement park, a red two-winged fire dragon lay shining brightly on a castle.

(End of this chapter)