From Prisoner to Si Chen

Jilan once again opened the rotten door hidden at the bottom of the pool.

With the terrifying suction, he was pulled into the door and fell directly into the transition zone between the "lower level" and the "corridor" -

that is, the black wasteland.

Bang!

Jilan stepped on the solid black stone ground and trampled a handful of powder.

Suddenly, there was a roar of excitement in his ears.

Chirping, humming.

He steadied himself, looked up, and his face changed slightly.

As far as the eye could see, the endless black wasteland was covered with dense red-skinned devils. From a distance, they kept wriggling, like a colony of ants that could devour the earth.

There were at least tens of millions of them!

It was so scary!

Some of these devils were on the ground, some were in the sky, but without exception, they all rushed towards a huge vortex in the air.

They tried to pass through the "dream door" to go to the mortal world and have a carnival.

Gusts of wind blew in, carrying high-temperature air waves, as well as extremely strong and pungent stench and sulfur.

It was the smell of hell and the devil.

Jilan stared at the end of the distant black plain, where volcanoes were spewing magma into the sky.

The ground was shaking.

The dark volcanic ash and smoke covered the sky.

This entire border area seemed to have been infected by hell and became a doomsday scene.

Countless demons were surging, screaming crazily, and waving their hideous weapons, ready to cause a world-shaking disaster in the world.

In this situation, even Jilan felt an inexplicable horror.

His Adam's apple throbbed, and he remembered his mission.

'I promised my teacher that I would act as a chess piece in this game and take a key step for the "Crippled King". '

Jilan endured the pain in his body, his eyes deep.

"Since I promised, I must do it!"

He murmured.

This is his life creed.

He took a deep breath and raised his hand to summon the blood sword.

A blood mist filled the air, and a simple knight sword was grasped in his hand. But Jilan did not act rashly, but stood there to observe.

He was not arrogant enough to think that he could fight against this boundless tide of demons on his own.

Although the individual demons were not strong, their number was so terrifying that they could kill him alive.

Ants bite elephants to death, and it's not a joke.

Besides, his current state was not at its peak, and his consciousness and spirituality were seriously injured.

So Jilan's goal was very clear.

That was the green-purple vortex in the air.

As long as he destroyed the "Dream Gate", everything would be settled.

Jilan thought about it and closed his eyes briefly.

He cast his consciousness into the kingdom of the mind and called out to the four seats at the top of the heart tower.

Soon, the other four members of the Dream Club "Hand of Dawn", Black Snipe, White Gull, Gray Stork and Red Bird, responded one after another.

The two teams that were originally in Coburn City, according to Gilan's dispatch order, clearing out demons and rescuing civilians in the city, also found a hidden place to stay and rest.

As the leaders, "Gray Stork" Franco and "Red Bird" Aurora both found an excuse to sit down and dream, entering the kingdom of the mind.

And "Black Snipe" Weina and "White Gull" Alevia, who were outside the country and located in the Owena Federation, also dreamed and sat at the top of the Heart Tower, in their own seats.

The four met again and smiled at each other.

"Mr. Gilan, I wonder if you called us here for something urgent?"

Aurora stood up first, saluted Iros on the "Thumb" throne from a distance, and asked gently.

The "Mad King" sat on the throne, his hands resting on the carved gray stone armrests, his head lowered.

His crown had been shattered by the flame-shaped sword of the Snake Lord.

His hair was disheveled at this time, and there was a sword mark on his forehead, but compared with before, he had a more unrestrained momentum.

The "Mad King" hissed:

"Aurora, Alevia, Weina, and Franco, my real body is alone in the border of hell, trying to destroy the "Dream Gate" created by the "Eclipse Society"... "

Gilan described the situation to the members of the society in a concise manner through his sealed personality.

Hearing this, the four of them all looked solemn.

"Tens of millions of demons?"

Alevia looked worried, she pursed her lips and said:

"Gilan, how can we help you?"

"My goal is just to destroy that door. The demons that block the way will be sent to the Kingdom of the Heart by special means. You can help me kill them..."

Ilos' voice was low.

"I have experienced many fierce battles in a row, and my condition has declined. I can no longer use the 'Mad King', so I can only rely on you."

"So serious?!"

Aurora covered her mouth.

Weiner and Franco looked at each other, also worried.

"Are you... okay?"

Alevia's beautiful eyes showed concern. She stood up, jumped to the side of the "Mad King", leaned over and asked:

"If things are impossible, don't force it."

"Don't worry, I won't fight to the death."

Iros laughed hoarsely.

Alevia hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and held the hand of the "Mad King", nodded heavily, and said:

"Okay, leave this to us, and you must be careful with your original body."

"Thank you, Alevia."

After saying that, the "Mad King" fell into silence, as if he had become a statue without any movement.

Alevia turned around silently.

The four looked at each other, nodded to each other, and were ready to attack at any time.

…

…

The border of hell, the black wasteland.

Jilan opened his eyes again.

In the distance, densely packed demons like a red tide came into view.

He took a deep breath, his eyes firm.

He took a step with the sword in hand.

Bang!

With a step, Jilan was like an arrow from a string.

Enduring the injury, he ran at full speed.

His long hair was raised, and the whole person passed through a straight and blurred afterimage, rushing towards the huge vortex several kilometers away.

In a blink of an eye, Jilan rushed out dozens of meters.

In less than a few breaths, he crossed hundreds of meters and collided with the surging demon wave.

"It's a human!"

"Kill him!"

"Hahaha!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

The first demons who discovered him shouted, raised their scimitars and tridents, and rushed forward with bat wings.

Jilan had no expression on his face, and swung the knight sword in his hand forward, cutting out a dazzling silver sword wind.

"Universe Sword!"

The extremely sharp sword wind passed through six consecutive lines, spanning a distance of more than ten meters, and gathered into a huge hexagram.

This silver hexagram was like a meat grinder, sweeping through the group of demons.

Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!!

All the demons that intercepted in front were cut into several pieces, killed on the spot, and burned to ashes.

Screams and roars continued.

Jilan's figure plunged into the red ocean.

He waved the knight sword like crazy, slashing, stabbing, or picking.

Because there were too many demons, the space he could move around was quite limited.

As soon as he cleared an area, more demons rushed in from behind, blocking his retreat. He could only charge forward without hesitation.

He killed countless demons, and only felt boiling blood splashing all over his body.

Sizzle...

Jilan's body was burned by the blood of demons, and flames ignited and billowing green smoke.

But he was unaware of it, and mechanically swung the knight's sword, constantly killing demons, and was determined to kill a bloody path.

Silver plate!

Silver crown!

Silver halo!

Silver core!

He used the four sword skills of the Universe Sword flexibly, and the sword wind was overflowing. Any demon that approached and touched it was instantly turned into broken limbs.

Jilan's whole person seemed to have become a silver sailfish, swimming and shuttling in the red ocean.

He was unstoppable.

His injuries were getting worse and worse, but he still gritted his teeth to activate the damaged spirituality to trigger the pair of bells hanging on the hilt.

Dingling...

Dinglingling...

The sound of the bell echoed far away.

The densely packed demons around them were instantly out of control, sucked in, and forcibly sent to the distant kingdom of the mind.

One drag, hundreds of demons!

The four people of Alevia who had been waiting at the bottom of the heart tower for a long time, attacked without hesitation.

The two men, Weiner and Franco, were good at close combat. One of them was bare-handed, and the other was holding a cane and sword, and they attacked the demons at the same time.

The two were responsible for resisting in front and blocking the demons' way.

The two ladies, Alevia and Aurora, were in the back, one whispering softly, and the other holding a candle, respectively creating illusions for the demons and raining down fireballs.

The demons had just been teleported here, and before they could figure out what was going on, they heard the female voice whispering, confused by the illusion, and froze in place.

The rain of fireballs hit fiercely, and even though they were extremely resistant to fire, they could not withstand the bombardment of the fireballs, burning them dizzy.

Coupled with the close-range killing of the two men, the group of demons was slaughtered in a short while.

It was not difficult for the four Jiushi to kill these hundreds of demons together.

But before Alevia and the others could catch their breath.

With a whoosh, another large group of demons suddenly appeared in the open-air stone hall, and this time there were more demons, nearly two hundred.

"Cheer up, if you can't clean it up in time, more demons will gather later, and that will be troublesome!"

Franco waved his cane sword, shook off the dirty blood on it, and reminded in a deep voice.

Weiner on the side tore his shirt, revealing a bulging muscle, with veins on his forehead, and roared:

"Kill!!"

He strode forward and waved his fists at the group of demons.

Although Gillan and the members of the secret society were in two different places, they fought side by side at the same time.

The brilliant and gorgeous silver sword light continued, tearing apart a large number of demons blocking the way.

Jilan didn't even have time to decompose and reconstruct them, let alone to corrupt them, so he had to keep rushing forward.

I don't know how many demons he killed.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Jilan was covered in blood, tattered, full of burn marks, and his skin and flesh were torn.

His face was pale, and there was green smoke with a burnt smell on his body, but his expression was still cold.

Jilan finally came to the bottom of the huge vortex!

But when he looked up, his heart was trembling.

Because at some point, three green-robed men and women wearing silver masks appeared, floating in the air, surrounding him in a triangular formation.

'Another three patrollers...'

Jilan looked up, his face sank.

He glanced at the devils around him, shouting wildly, rushing like a tide.

'There are still endless devils to kill.'

Jilan felt deeply tired, and his body seemed to fall down at any time.