American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 61 Return
Who is the bad guy and who is the good guy.

The scene is clear at a glance.

"Whoever's in front, put down your weapon and surrender. I'm warning you, it's best to put your hands on your head and squat on the ground."

The sheriff held a shotgun and pointed it at Jason.

Behind him, his subordinates, Officers Pappas and Rick, were also on high alert.

If Jason resists arrest, what awaits him will be bullets sliding out of the gun barrel, which will definitely make Jason into a sieve, the police officers guarantee.

Jason never surrendered. Facing the gun, he just touched his bone helmet, then raised his harpoon and thrust forward fiercely.

Bang bang bang!
American police will not play tricks on you. Once life safety is involved, they will quickly empty the magazine even if there is just a slight movement.

Amidst a pungent cloud of gunpowder, Jason was beaten back step by step, with broken bones falling all over the ground.

His helmet, which he was so proud of, was also riddled with bullets.

But he just wouldn't fall.

"Monster!" Officer Rick said in a trembling voice.

"Keep shooting, don't stop, and cover the others as they get into the car." Sergeant Garris retreated behind his teammates, began to reload, and gave orders calmly.

"Ah ah!" Suddenly, a sharp knife came flying and stabbed Rick's right shoulder with incredible precision. Rick howled in pain and all the bullets he shot were deflected.

Taking advantage of the weakening firepower, Jason pulled out the axe from his back, withstood the power of the small-caliber pistol, gradually approached, and then chopped Rick's head with the axe.

Poor Rick died instantly.

After Rick in the front row fell, it was the sheriff's turn. The sheriff had just changed the bullets and before he could pull the trigger, a harpoon had already pierced his belly.

The severe pain in his stomach made the sheriff feel like he was dying. Then, he flew high up, and the sky and the earth were upside down in his vision.

Amidst the screams, the sheriff was harpooned by Jason and flew to the big tree behind.

"Rick! Garrix!" Amidst the cries of grief, the beeping sirens sounded again.

The only remaining officer, Officer Pappas, escaped into the police car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove straight towards Jason at full speed.

"Die, monster!"

Pappas roared, and the police car knocked Jason, who was caught off guard, back repeatedly, and finally hit him in front of a thick tree.

The wheels kept turning, leaving a clear groove on the ground. Jason, who had endured the greatest impact, had his muscles eroded and his bones broken in an instant, and it seemed that he was about to die.

The outburst of anger lasted for a full half minute, until the front of the car was dented and flames were coming out of the hood. Pappas stopped accelerating and hurriedly opened the door and abandoned the car.

As for Jason, he was definitely dead. Pappas believed that no one could survive that kind of injury.

But is this really the case?
There was a sound of gasps and exclamations. Officer Pappas had just run to the front of the crowd when he felt something was wrong. He hurriedly turned around and saw that Jason, who should have been dead, was moving again.

He was full of energy and with great inhuman strength, he moved the car in front of him away. The flames burning on his body did not seem to harm him at all.

Bang!
Suddenly, loud gunshots rang out.

The muzzle of a shotgun was pointed directly at Jason's back. At close range, the strong impact knocked Jason over onto the front of the car.

Following the bullet hole that broke through the defense, a straw tentacle drilled in fiercely and took root in the unusually large heart.

"Jason, it's not over yet." The familiar voice returned.

"It's Venom, Venom is back!" The children were amazed at Baling's sit-ups.

After suffering multiple blows, even Jason needed some time to recover from his injuries, and this was enough for Baling to achieve great things.

Because the chance of victory is already in his hands.

Jason roared angrily, his cloudy eyes filled with madness. He wanted to tear Baling's broken body apart completely.

However, Baling just smiled slightly and then fired a shot.

The bullets hit the burning car, delivering the final blow.

Boom!

The car exploded, emitting a dazzling light.

The orange-red flame released a large amount of high temperature, engulfing the two people who were entangled.

A terrifying heat wave hit us, and thick smoke rolled up into the sky.

Everyone quickly dropped to the ground, covering their faces as they waited for the aftermath to dissipate. Flames still burned within the wreckage, thick black smoke billowing continuously, and the pungent smell of burning stench assaulted their nostrils.

It's time to end it.

However, a tall black shadow walked out of the smoke, holding a broken machete in his hand.

It was Jason. He wasn't dead yet, just a lot more burnt.

A few minutes later, the crowd, completely unable to walk, fled to the edge of Crystal Lake.

There was the lake behind me, and there was nowhere to escape.

After struggling for so long, do you still have to face death?
What a miracle! Please save me!

Perhaps the voice of hope was heard.

A taller figure suddenly appeared behind Jason.

In a trance, there seemed to be a burst of powerful music.

Jason felt a strong sense of threat behind him, he turned around and saw it.

After burning out, all that remains is ashes.

His entire body was gray-white like a stone statue, and his slender body was over three meters tall. Just standing there gave off a terrifying sense of oppression.

The head is pointed, and the expressionless face looks like a solemn statue. The oval glowing eyes are not in proportion to the human face, but there is a harmonious beauty when looking at them.

There is a prismatic stone inlaid on the forehead and a classic round lamp on the chest.

His face resembles a popular screen character, but his body is much thinner, and he exudes an extremely evil and dark aura.

Any normal person would know at a glance that he is the villain.

"Oh my god! It's Ultraman Tiga, a color I've never seen before."

Someone recognized the face.

"Why is it gray?" "Maybe it's out of energy."

Let me be frank, I am actually Ultraman!
"Children, I am Ultraman Oga, Ultraman Tiga's older twin brother."

"I have come to destroy evil. Now I need your help. Please lend me the light within you."

Although he didn't move his mouth, the sound came out.

As he spoke, Baling kicked Jason away and told him to get away and not block him from communicating with the children.

"Ah? Are you really Ultraman?"

"Why do I feel so bad, not like a good person?"

"..."

The children had many questions, but Baling didn't have time to explain them one by one. He was in a critical condition and could only make a quick decision.

"To further my fight against evil, I fell into Hell, and the long battle left me worn and infected."

"But my heart is still righteous. Don't hesitate. I don't have much time left."

While the others hesitated, Smart Tom was the first to shout:
"I believe you. Our enemies share the same origin. I've seen this episode. It must be a connection between the worldviews of special effects films."

With someone taking the lead, others will respond in times of crisis.

But how can they lend the light? They don’t understand, so they can only pray in vain.

And this is enough.

What Baling wanted was to build up their courage, weaken Jason's strength, and, after they let down their guard against him, draw on their pure faith to recharge his own form.

With his arms stretched out and his hands crossed in front of him, the timing light on his chest lit up with the color of lava.

He spread his arms, and the dark flames flowed, stretching into a beam of energy, and finally—

Baling crossed his forearms into a cross, and the compressed energy gushed out.

Goodbye, Jason.

(End of this chapter)