While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

"Ready?" Cao Kun stopped in his tracks. "The big guys are here."

Sybil nervously chambered the bullet: "What a huge thing?"

From the mist, a huge triangular metal helmet slowly emerged; it was the executioner dragging a two-meter-long giant sword—Pyramid Head.

Cao Kun's lips curled into a smile: "It seems that Alessa has some misunderstandings about me."

"Sizzle—"

The giant executioner's blade slashed across the rusty road, leaving a trail of sparks, the piercing sound echoing through the thick fog.

The heavy metal helmet of the man with the triangular head was tilted slightly to one side, as if he were scrutinizing Cao Kun in front of him.

The next second, it suddenly took a step forward, and the two-meter-long giant blade swept across with a foul-smelling gust of wind.

"I don't have time to play close-quarters combat with you anymore."

"Five Thunder Orthodox Method, descend!"

Cao Kun's hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals.

The originally gray sky suddenly churned up with dark clouds.

Amidst the ashes-like "snowflakes," streaks of lightning began to leap wildly.

"Boom!"

Several terrifying bolts of lightning tore through the thick fog and fell vertically.

It struck precisely at the triangular-headed man who was about to slash at him with his sword.

"roar--!"

A sharp, painful metallic scraping sound came from inside the triangular-headed man's metal helmet.

One wave.

Two waves.

Three waves.

Lightning continued to strike continuously.

This majestic divine power is specifically designed to subdue all evil spirits in the world.

When the lightning subsided, Pyramid Head was already kneeling on one knee.

Its iconic triangular helmet was charred, deformed, and cracked in many places.

Black smoke billowed from the naked body, its life force as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.

"Go."

Cao Kun raised his hand, preparing to summon the final bolt of lightning.

But at that moment, the ground beneath Pyramid Head suddenly turned into a swamp.

Its body sank rapidly, and even the two-meter-long giant sword became illusory.

"call--"

A gust of black wind blew by, and right under Cao Kun's nose, Triangle Head completely dissipated into a pool of black ash, which was then blown away by the wind.

Cao Kun stood frozen in place, his hands still in the position of preparing to form a hand seal.

[Holy crap, what does this mean?]

Cao Kun was a little confused.

[Is this Alessa withdrawing her message to me?]

Cao Kun was speechless for a moment.

The fog remained thick, and the black ash beneath their feet was dispersed by the lightning strike.

Ross stood frozen in place, his eyes fixed on Cao Kun, as if he had turned into a statue.

Sibyl's pupils constricted.

She looked down at the pistol in her hand, then at Cao Kun, her throat moved, but no sound came out.

Megan remained clinging tightly to Cao Kun, her face pale, but her eyes gleaming with a blind fervor.

In her eyes, it was perfectly normal for Cao Kun to be so capable.

Stop spacing out.

Cao Kun turned around and glanced at the distant, faintly visible bell tower: "Let's go, the church is just ahead."

"oh."

Ross and Sybil then realized what was happening, but they seemed a little stunned.

The four continued moving.

The buildings on both sides of the street are becoming increasingly dilapidated.

The walls, which looked as if they had been burned, were now seeping out a dark red liquid that hung stickily on the doors and windows.

The smell of burning in the air was so strong it was pungent.

As they reached the edge of the church, a gaunt figure blocked their path.

She was an old woman with messy, tangled hair and wearing a tattered gray dress.

She carried a basket full of stones, her eyes vacant and crazed, mechanically staring at the pointed building in front of her.

Dalia.

The starting point of all the tragedies in the movie Silent Hill.

She is Alessa's biological mother.

But thirty years ago, due to weakness and blind obedience to doctrine...

He personally handed his daughter over to the cult priestess Christabella.

When Aresa was burned at the stake, she was filled with remorse, but could only watch helplessly as her daughter turned into an evil spirit.

Now, she is the only "wandering spirit" in this town.

Neither swallowed by darkness nor accepted by the church, he wandered in remorse all day long.

Don't go over there.

Dalia spoke up.

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded on sandpaper: "Unclean people live there; they will sacrifice you to false gods."

Ross ran up to her and asked anxiously, "Have you seen a girl named Sharon? She got separated from me!"

Dalia turned her head and stared intently at Ross's face, a strange smile playing on her lips.

"She is inside, those self-proclaimed saints, preparing to light their fires. Go in, and you'll be in the abyss."

Cao Kun stepped forward and looked coldly at this pitiful yet hateful woman.

"Now you know to remind others?"

Cao Kun's tone was cold, tinged with disdain.

"If you had this awareness thirty years ago, Alessa wouldn't have turned this place into hell."

Dalia's body trembled violently, and she looked at Cao Kun in horror: "You... what do you know?"

Cao Kun ignored her and turned to look at Sybil and Ross.

"Remember, those people inside are more disgusting than the monsters outside."

"Waaah—waaah—"

The piercing air raid siren blared again without warning.

This sound was more mournful and prolonged than any of the previous ones.

On the street at the other end of the square, the sound of disordered footsteps began to emerge from the mist.

One by one, townspeople appeared, their expressions filled with fear, dressed in coarse work clothes or old-fashioned suits.

They bowed their heads and rushed frantically toward the church doors, their faces displaying a morbid piety and extreme fear.

"The underworld is about to descend."

Cao Kun looked up at the church: "Let's go inside."

"No! We can't go in!"

Dalia screamed frantically from the side, "Darkness can't get in there, but that place itself is darkness!"

Cao Kun ignored her completely, shoved Dalia aside who was blocking his way, and led the three women directly up the heavy stone steps of the church.

The church doors were slowly opened a crack by the guards.

The townspeople squeezed in like sardines into a can, desperately trying to get in.

Cao Kun stood out conspicuously in the crowd.

The masculine aura emanating from him made the townspeople, whose faces were pale and bluish, feel uncomfortable and they all gave way.

The moment I stepped through the gate, a strong, rotten smell hit me.

The church has a large interior space, with hundreds of pews filled with people.

On the high platform, a huge bonfire has been lit.

Beside the campfire, a middle-aged white woman in a gray dress with a stern expression was holding a cross.

Christabella.

The true demon of this land.

She exploited people's fear of death, confining them to narrow doctrines.

Thirty years ago she burned Alessa, and thirty years later she wants to burn Sharon.

In this alternate world created by Alessa, her will can actually form a special "pure land" within this building.

This will prevent the monsters from entering.

"Sharon!"

Ross stared at the platform and let out a scream.

On one side of the platform, a little girl named Sharon is chained to an iron post, with a pile of flammable firewood at her feet.

"Grab them!"

Christabella pointed at Cao Kun and his three companions who had just joined the group, her voice high-pitched and stern.