From Prisoner to Si Chen

He was so fast!

Buweig and Halidan were both shocked!

Their attack was easily resolved by the other party. The mysterious trajectory that could not be understood made the two of them lose consciousness with just two fingers.

Then, the other party grabbed their necks and forcibly interrupted their "I Potential" state in an extremely humiliating manner.

What a terrible speed!

No...

Speed ​​alone is far from enough to achieve this, it is due to the overwhelming strength!

But the problem is that the two are not weak at all.

Even if their essence is not good at frontal combat, even if they face the same level of body spiral mystic, they can't be captured in one encounter!

"That's it?"

The blond young man in front of him narrowed his eyes and spoke slightly.

"You are really useless... I can't understand what you are doing here? You can't help, but you may be a hindrance."

"You guy——"

Bugweig's forehead was bulging with veins, and his expression was fierce.

He shrugged his uncontrolled right arm, and endured the oppression of being pinched by a big hand, and entered the "I Potential" state again. At the same time, his left hand flashed, and a knife stabbed Jilan's throat.

Whoosh! !

This is his most skilled secret skill, called "Razor", and with full strength, he can behead the enemy with his bare hands.

On the side of Buweig, Halidan, who was also pinched by the neck, stared and said in a hoarse voice:

"Trade injuries."

This is her essence power as a "merchant", and then activated with the spiritual strength of the third-level "Glow".

This ability can imprint one's own injuries in the consciousness of the target, so that the target will also suffer the same pain of the injury.

However, Jilan's face was normal.

Swoosh——

He tilted his head, a blurry afterimage passed by, and easily deflected Buweig's knife.

At the same time, his eyes reflected the outline of a cross-sword bonfire, which was the spirituality that was touched by Halidan's mysterious power and spontaneously appeared.

But the result was that not even a wisp of flame was shaken.

"?!"

Buweig and Halidan were stunned.

Their self-confidence suffered another heavy blow at this moment.

Jilan increased the strength of his hands.

Gu!

His palms were like iron pliers, directly pinching a man and a woman, making their faces red and purple, and their eyes rolled back.

Jilan relied on his 1.9-meter height advantage to lift the two people into the air like a chicken.

Buweig and Halidan tightly held their palms on their necks and kicked their legs hard, but it was useless.

"It's so boring."

Jilan said boredly, and threw the two people out casually.

Bang bang! !

The two rolled to the ground in a mess and slid several meters away.

"Cough! Cough cough!!"

Buweig and Halidan coughed violently several times, and then gasped for breath.

Everyone present was stunned by this scene.

Especially the gravediggers in Group 2.

Mugur and Renault were stunned, Kaya and Maiwei also raised their eyebrows in surprise, while Ganod raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he found it interesting.

As both were at Level 3, the members of Group 2 knew very well that Buweig and Halidan were not weak, but that Jilan was too strong!

If they were replaced, I'm afraid it wouldn't be much better.

"Mr. Jilan... has become stronger again."

Maiwei was a little incredible.

It can be said that she witnessed Jilan step by step from Level 2 to today. But only a few months have passed, and the blond young man in front of him has undergone earth-shaking changes.

In terms of strength alone, he has left her far behind!

"What kind of strength is this..."

Buweig raised his head and looked at the blond young man who had not moved a single step from beginning to end, his pupils trembling.

If he had not fought with him personally, he would not have believed that he was powerless in front of the No. 001 "Thorn Group" member!

The other party was obviously a reserve like him...

But how could the gap be so big? !

The figure of the young man inexplicably became taller, like an insurmountable mountain, casting a huge shadow in Buweig's heart.

Suddenly, Buweig noticed that the braided woman beside him slowly sat up, but her body was trembling slightly.

He was shocked.

Although she was easily defeated, she should not be so scared...

"Halidan?" Buweig frowned and said.

The woman's face was pale, her eyes stared at the blond young man, and her lips trembled.

"He... he's not level 3."

"Huh?!"

Bweg was startled at first, then he suddenly shifted his sight and turned his spiritual vision to look at the blond young man.

Instantly, the other party's whole body burst into dazzling light, and the color of his spirituality had long been covered by the dazzling light, leaving only a terrifying sense of oppression.

The sense of oppression from a higher level!

It's not a level 3 "glow"...

It was the 4th level "Abundance"!

"Long-lived One?!"

Bweg could not suppress his inner trembling and exclaimed.

Everyone present was stunned when they heard this exclamation.

The two secret cult reserve members, Holden and Celine, who came with them, could not help holding their breath and staring at the blond youth with dull eyes.

"Twenty-year-old...Long-lived One."

Holden grumbled and swallowed his saliva.

He knew from the beginning that the person who could make "Midnight Rose" make an exception to recruit must be extraordinary, but he did not expect that "Blood Owl" was much younger than him, but he crossed that threshold first and was promoted to Long-lived One!

And Renault, Mugur, Kaya, Maiwei and others exclaimed.

Even though Ms. Theresa knew the news last night, she still couldn't help but sigh secretly.

Only Ganod maintained the same surprise as everyone else, but a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes.

Jilan ignored the shock of the crowd.

Because there was another "ding" sound in his ears. Colorful words appeared in front of him:

"Mission: Deterrence. (Completed)"

"Rewards: Minor improvement in spiritual knowledge, spirituality, and physical body (choose one of the three)."

"Please choose."

Jilan said silently in his heart:

'Physical body.'

As a mysterious person of the Furnace Sword Spiral, his physical strength should be a shortcoming.

However, with the help of body forging techniques and secret techniques, and through the continuous deduction of "Colorful", this shortcoming was forcibly supplemented, and even became a longboard.

Jilan simply continued to lengthen this longboard.

'Everyone knows the barrel theory, but it is limited by the shortboard effect and eventually becomes mediocre... Little do they know that only by exerting the longboard effect can we strive for excellence and raise the upper limit of the stage that does not belong to ourselves. '

Jilan narrowed his eyes and felt the feedback of the "Golden Sigh" on himself.

His body began to heat up slightly.

The density of muscles, bones and internal organs increased slightly. The increase was not large, but it enhanced the overall strength by about 10%.

'This 10% may not seem much, but it works on the foundation. Under the effect of the transformation skill, it can exert several 10% effect! '

Jilan was in a good mood.

At this time, Buweig and Halidan recovered some strength, climbed up from the ground, and looked at him with extremely complicated eyes.

"Sorry, Mr. Gilan."

Halidan lowered his head and said softly.

"I am ashamed of my arrogance."

Bweg took a deep breath and changed his attitude very quickly. He said in a deep voice:

"We are willing to obey your orders unconditionally and fully assist you in your next action."

Gilan glanced at the two and said lightly:

"Wait for me outside."

He turned his head to look at Holden and Celine, and said:

"You too."

"Yes, Mr. Gilan."

The four secret cult reservists were all shocked by the strength of the blond young man and responded respectfully.

They stepped out of the dockyard.

"Ms. Theresa, let's start to act separately without further delay."

Gilan said to the person in charge of the second group.

"Yes." The gray-haired lady nodded. "Kaya, Maiwei, the two of you follow Gilan."

"Yes, Ms. Theresa."

Two female gravediggers, one tall and one short, responded.

Theresa gave a few more instructions to Lieutenant Colonel Torre, who quickly saluted and asked his adjutant to contact the underground miasma shelter and urgently dispatch a company of troops.

…

…

After a while.

Several military pickup trucks followed the armored vehicle in front and headed towards the east of Shenqiu Town.

Inside the armored vehicle.

"Sir, there was originally a backup underground miasma shelter in the east, but it is now occupied by the Blood Harbor Gang."

A lieutenant wearing a miasma mask saluted and reported to the blond young man sitting in the main seat.

Gilan looked at a document in his hand.

It recorded the information of the internal personnel of the Blood Harbor Gang, including the leader Mandela and more than a dozen senior cadres.

The number of gang members is nearly 200, and they have many guns and even weapons of mass destruction.

It seems to be a considerable armed force.

"Was the eastern part of the town a slum before?"

Gilan asked casually.

"Yes, sir."

Lieutenant Colonel Torre beside the lieutenant nodded.

"Although the Blood Harbor gangs are active at the docks, their base is in the slums. After the miasma disaster broke out, they looted supplies and turned the place into an iron barrel."

"Hmm..."

Gilan looked at the documents and thought for a while.

"Lieutenant Colonel Torre, I'll trouble you to lead the team to attack from the front later to attract the enemy's attention."

The lieutenant colonel was startled, but he did not disobey the order. Instead, he looked solemn and saluted in agreement.

"Yes, sir."

"Kaya and Maiwei, you two stay and put enough pressure on the other side. Take care of the safety of the officers and prevent the other side from using mysterious power to decapitate us."

Gilan looked at his colleagues in Group 2.

Maiwei and Kaya nodded.

"As for the four of you..." Gilan finally turned his head and said to the four reservists sent by the secret cult in a calm tone. "Follow me."

"Yes, Mr. Gilan."

Holdan spoke first.

As for Celine, Buweig and Halidan, they did not dare to refuse and responded one after another.

The blond young man in front of them seemed younger than them, but he was already a long-time person. It was only a matter of time before he became a formal member of "Midnight Rose".

When facing a real strong man, you should be in awe.

Seeing Buweig and Halidan lowering their eyebrows and looking pleasing, Gilan did not speak again to ridicule.

Regardless of the past and present lives, he knew the truth that the weak are preyed on by the strong and the strong are respected.

If you want to be respected by others, you have to be strong.

Even for an ancient esoteric sect like the "Midnight Rose", the same is true.

If he had not been promoted to the 4th level of the Long-lived One, how could the "Staff-making Old Man" be willing to treat him equally and tell him his real name?

Respect without strength is an unequal charity.

Jilan, who had been looked down upon, attached great importance to this point.

His goal is not only to survive in this alien world, but also to live with dignity.

Then dignity is based on strength!

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…

Armored vehicles and military pickup trucks drove into the eastern part of Shenqiu Town.

The buildings here are quite shabby and crowded, with all kinds of garbage and dirty clothes all over the ground.

The black spots and stains on the stone pavement are quite stubborn, as if they can't be washed away.

In the distance, on the tops of several residential buildings, there were figures gathering, obviously noticing the aggressive approach of Jilan and his party, and hurriedly left to report the news.

"Let's get started."

Jilan said lightly.

Bang!

The lieutenant, who had been ready, opened the thick bulletproof door. Gillan stood up, took a step and jumped down.

Holdan, Celine, Buweig and Halidan followed closely behind, and their movements were particularly fast.

Five figures, one in front and four behind, rushed into a small alley next to them at a speed beyond ordinary people, and then disappeared at the end with a few flashes.

After the armored vehicle closed the door, it led the soldiers in several pickup trucks and drove "swaggeringly" into the depths of the slums.

Every lieutenant on the pickup truck received the order from Lieutenant Colonel Torre in the armored vehicle.

"Load! Aim!"

The lieutenants half-knelt under the tailgate of the pickup truck and ordered the soldiers.

"Shoot the enemies behind the buildings and bunkers!"

Beep beep!

Beep beep!

Suddenly, gunshots rang out.

Stone chips burst out from the outer wall of the building, leaving bullet holes. The glass window shattered, the figure was shot and fell, blood splattered.

On the other side.

Gillan and others passed through the dark blind spot and went to the depths of the eastern slums in advance.

Several people arrived at the corner of a wall near a red brick factory building, and Gillan gestured to stop.

This is the location of the backup underground miasma shelter.

There is a three-story building on each side, and there are many gang members hiding on the top floor, windows, balconies and bunkers below.

"Mr. Gillan, what are you going to do?"

Holdan asked in a low voice.

"The essence of Celine and I are both 'craftsmen', and we carry a lot of alchemical supplies. If you need it, just say it."

"Yeah." Gillan glanced at the two of them, but just nodded slightly.

He touched the middle finger of his right hand, and a small figure escaped from the sapphire ring.

"Master." Weiwei flapped her little wings, flew in front of Gillan, and called tenderly.

The four people present were all shocked.

With their spiritual vision, they could naturally see the devil that suddenly appeared. But when they heard the other party addressing Gillan, they suddenly understood something.

"Familiar..."

Holdan and others looked at each other in surprise.

Familiar is the symbol of ancient wizards.

This also shows from the side that Mr. Gillan is far more mysterious than he seems.

"Weiwei, go down from that red brick factory building and take a look at the underground miasma shelter."

Gillan ordered.

He turned his head and looked at the long-haired young man again.

"Buwei, you are a level 3 'reporter' with keen perception, good at observation and memory. The number and information of the enemies in the left and right buildings will be handed over to you."

"Yes." Buwei nodded slightly and agreed.