From Prisoner to Si Chen

Chapter 451 Accident

"Three of you, since we have the same position, I will give you a chance to choose."

Jilan held the blood staff with a bell and slowly put on his hat like a traveling gentleman.

Then he turned around and said to the gambling representatives of the Hermitage of the Stars and the Spiritual Society.

His expression was calm and his tone was calm.

"You can join forces and go together, but I won't show mercy anymore... Either you die or you win, there is only one outcome."

"Of course, there is another option."

"I choose another one!"

Before Gilan finished speaking, Bald Nasim spoke first.

He coughed and added:

"There is no need to fight anymore..."

With that said, Nasim turned to look at the two female magicians from the Spiritual Society, and they both nodded.

"As Mr. Gillan said, our positions are consistent and there is no need to fight to the death. No matter which side is the winner of this bet, I believe the final result will be beneficial to us."

Naseem said.

"I also have to thank Mr. Gillan for being merciful to us before... In this gambling battle, I abstain from voting on behalf of the Hermitage of the Stars."

"We, the Spiritual Society, also abstained from voting."

The long-haired female magician agreed.

Hearing this, Ji Lan just smiled.

He was not surprised by this result.

The three ancient esoteric sects have the same interests, and they all favor the Bremen Empire. No matter which side wins the bet, it is an acceptable result.

Of course, this was a compromise only made after witnessing Jilan's strength. If not, Nasim and the two female magicians would not give up easily.

But now, they have completely lost the confidence to fight against Gilan.

Since the result is acceptable, why risk death?

"very good."

Gillan had a smile on her face.

"Next you..."

But just when he was about to say something, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

Instead, there was solemnity.

Jilan suddenly turned his head and looked at the side of the tower platform.

Just when Nasim and the two female magicians were confused, everyone heard a joking voice:

"Ah, ah, I seem to have missed a wonderful performance..."

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

A figure suddenly appeared from outside the tower, seemed to fly up, and landed lightly on the platform.

Everyone inside and outside the video was shocked.

This uninvited guy has a big golden cat head and is wearing a gorgeous purple-striped suit.

'Windmill cat...'

Ji Lan frowned.

'Why is it here? ! ’

This is clearly not the original plot development.

He suddenly thought of something, and glanced at the red-haired female student Lilia Enge who was still sleeping without leaving any trace, and he understood clearly.

‘Yes, Lilia should have died at the museum masquerade, but because I took her away early, did the Windmill Cat follow her? ’

Jilan was thinking.

The familiar cat-headed man stuck out his tongue and licked his paws, looking lazy and said:

"Oh, my delicious friend, thank you very much for the food you threw down. Although that guy is a bit smelly, the high-quality spirituality and branding are wonderful!"

With that said, it stopped licking its paws and looked at Jilan's body with a pair of golden vertical pupils as big as eggs.

"Hehe, hehehe, delicious friend, we meet again... I missed you very much after we said goodbye last time in the volcano. Why don't you take advantage of this rare opportunity to let me taste your taste?"

Hearing this, Ji Lan felt a chill in her heart.

The windmill cat in front of me...

It actually knows what happened in reality!

No, to be precise, there should be some connection between it and the ontology. So much so that even the images retained in the real film still have a trace of the original will.

As far as Gillan knew, "Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon was an extremely special apostle.

He was once one of the four angels under the command of the original Si Chen "Noon Dawn", the "Angel of Pentacles" named "Pole Star". After his fall, he became the messenger of the ancient evil god "Sulfur Lord".

Now it seems that compared to other apostles, "Windmill Cat" can not only have two separate selves, but can also put a trace of will into all real films.

'Its target is very clear, it's Lilia, and me...'

Ji Lan secretly thought.

He knew very well that the other party was the apostle Bime. Even though he lacked the "Philosopher's Stone" as the core of his body and could only exert the power of level 5, his actual combat level was definitely not comparable to those of the three major secret societies.

"Three of you, please go first."

Gilan's eyes did not leave Windmill Cat for even a second, and he said without looking back.

"By the way... help me take the red-haired girl away, don't let her stay in the tower."

"good."

Although Nasim and others didn't know what happened, and they didn't understand why Gillan wanted to protect a protagonist in the film at this time, they knew that now was not the time to ask questions.

The three of them made a prompt decision, and the short-haired female magician hugged Lilia and ran towards the stairs together.

Upon seeing this, the other surviving protagonists of the film also fled from the tower platform.

Tuliu Gilan and Windmill Cat stood facing each other.

Windmill Cat did not intervene, but watched the crowd flee with interest.

"Ah, ah, how did you know that I came here for that red-headed delicious snack?"

Its golden eyes turned twice.

"Oh, I understand... I'm afraid this is not the real world."

"..."

Gillan took a deep breath.

He didn't expect that the windmill cat in front of him would guess the truth and know that he was just an image in history.

At this moment.

The spectators from the six forces outside the venue were shocked by the sudden appearance of Windmill Cat.

"The messenger of the evil god, 'Windmill Cat'?"

In Chessboard Manor, Ms. Crow at the round table spoke solemnly.

Baron Opal on the side quickly said to the leader:

"Ms. Mei Weng, we must quickly stop this gambling fight. The result has come out anyway... The film is being intervened by the 'Windmill Cat', wake up Mr. Blood Owl quickly!"

"Don't worry."

Ms. Mei Weng waved her hands calmly.

"With the 'Queen of Diamonds' monitoring the whole process, Blood Owl will be fine...just keep watching."

…

Gillan stopped talking nonsense to Windmill Cat.

He made the first move.

In this gambling battle, the people from the three major secret societies were not worthy of him showing his true strength.

But the other side of Windmill Cat has this qualification.

Bang! !

The black blood-stained cane fell like lightning and was caught by a furry claw.

Along with the loud noise, turbulent airflow spread in all directions.

"What a strength!"

Windmill Cat said in surprise, his eyes meaningful.

"My delicious friend, your progress really amazes me..."

Just as he was talking, a crisp bell sounded.

Ding dong!

A pair of bells hanging from the handle of the cane ring by themselves.

However, the Windmill Cat was indifferent and just glanced at the pair of bells, grinning from the corner of its mouth to the base of its ears, revealing its canines.

Rolling black smoke suddenly came out of its hand, and a pungent sulfur smell accompanied by high-temperature air waves rushed towards Jilan.

Jilan's eyes were cold, he pulled out his cane and struck again vertically.

But this time, the cane quickly transformed into a knight's sword form, slashing out a sharp and long silver sword light.

Poof! !

Windmill Cat raised his hand to block, but his entire arm was cut off at the root.

It looked surprised, but did not show any panic or pain, as if the hand that fell did not belong to it at all.

呲呲——

Magma-like hot flames spurted out from Windmill Cat's severed arm, and boiling blood dripped to the ground and ignited the flames.

"Interesting, interesting..."

It said.

"This sword looks familiar, and so does your swordsmanship."

Just as he was talking, the flames and magma spewed out from the windmill cat's severed arm merged into a giant arm more than ten meters long in the blink of an eye, and swatted at Gilan with one claw.

Boom! ! !

The tower platform shook, more cracks appeared on the ground, and gravel flew everywhere.

Gillan emerged from the black smoke.

At this time, his hands and feet had entered the "partial king's presence" state and were put on stone bone armor.

The giant flaming hand missed a single blow and made another sweeping sweep.

Jilan couldn't avoid it, so he had to cross his arms in front of him.

Bang! !

"Ah, yeah, it's fun!"

The windmill cat laughed playfully.

The giant flame arm grabbed Gilan, pushed him to the ground and crushed him all the way.

Boom boom boom!

Boom! !

Four or five of the spiral stone pillars at the edge of the platform were broken on the spot, and countless rubbles were splashed after the collapse.

It seemed that the place could no longer bear the battle between the two and began to collapse, with stones and dust raining down towards the bottom of the tower.

Gurgling.

Under the cat-headed man's feet, more and more magma began to seep out, and black smoke rose into the sky.

Its gorgeous gown burst into flames.

The entire figure seemed to be incarnating as a demon in hell, growing larger and larger. Until he became a four-meter-tall giant covered in flames.

The audience outside the stadium stared at this scene.

The intensity of this battle has definitely reached the upper limit of the earthly threshold. No one expected that the purple-eyed young man could fight against the apostle Biwo.

Although at present, it is at a disadvantage.

But soon, the moviegoers outside the venue all showed expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

Just listen to a whistle that resounds through the sky——

Woo! ! !

In the billowing black smoke, a figure wearing armor and a crown appeared.

He was dragging a huge and ferocious hammer with one hand. The head of the hammer actually looked like a locomotive, and there were flames burning in the iron grille windows on both sides.

The other hand held up a giant flame hand that was larger than the others, and then stepped forward step by step. The scarlet translucent illusory cloak behind him danced wildly, and emitted black gas that looked like a human face.

"That's... Guilan Yiroz?!"

Everyone was stunned.

Lady Crow, Baron Opal and others from Midnight Rose even stood up suddenly.

"Ms. Mei Weng, Mr. Blood Owl...has he reached the limit of this world?!"

"..."

Ms. Mei Weng said nothing.

Under the plaster old man's mask on her face, her eyes were also full of shock.

"I'm afraid a second Paracelsus will be born in the empire."

The lady just sighed deeply.

Everyone present felt incredible when they heard this.

Woo——

The train whistle penetrated the screen, deafening.