From Prisoner to Si Chen

Chapter 490 Discharge

The "Spirit King" is dead...

Gilan was a little dazed.

As one of the apostles of the "White Dove Poet" of October Sichen, Loserxiu is the king standing at the top of the "Fire Sword Road".

In the Middle Ages, he was also known as an angel.

But it was such a 9th-level strongman who joined forces with the other two apostles to plan for dozens or hundreds of years, and was willing to betray the allies of hell just to seize the throne.

In the end, he ended up like this!

"The struggle between the superiors is far more radical and tragic than you think, Gilan."

The old gentleman looked at the student and spoke slowly.

"I think the 'Spirit King' had already anticipated this result when he had the idea of becoming a god... He was just confident and sure."

"How could anyone who wants to accomplish great things be afraid of death? It's just that he lost, that's all."

"His plan was not wrong. The 'Eclipse Society' did attract the attention of the empire, and the 'Crescent Society' behind it also made me busy and unable to take care of other things... In the secret struggle at a higher level, the apostles and transmuters under the 'poet' also successfully delayed our hands and feet. The allies of both sides confronted each other, giving him such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"But the only thing he didn't expect was you!"

Pala smiled. "After all, who could have expected that an ordinary young man from the empire would go from a mortal body to the pinnacle of the world in less than a year?"

"Not to mention the 'Spirit King', even the Sichens on the highest seat did not expect it!"

"It is because of you, the biggest variable, that the trend of this chess game has been reversed, making the plans of the 'Spirit King' and other beings fail, and even burying themselves..."

The more Para spoke, the more excited he became.

He actually laughed out loud, with tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.

He was not happy because of the fall of the "Spirit King", but because he had experienced this and saw the ability of his students.

Jilan never let him down.

Not only that, it far exceeded his expectations.

Para Celsus was so happy and relieved.

He knew...

His students were completely able to replace him.

Even, they could do better than himself!

Nothing could make Para more excited than this.

"Jilan, because you successfully broke through the opponent's defense line and defeated the 'Dream Gate' from the inside, the enemy was thrown into disarray."

Pala calmed down a little and said.

"In addition, 'Windmill Cat' Pala was betrayed and hated him. He intervened in the middle and turned against the 'Spirit King', which gave the deputy captain a chance..."

"With the death of Loserxiu, the enemy lost a high-end combat force, which has a crucial impact on the situation of both sides."

"It's a pity that the 'Windmill Cat' was well prepared and quickly escaped after the attack. Even the January Apostle 'Lightkeeper' who is good at detection and tracking could not catch him."

Pala shook his head with regret.

He patted Gilan on the shoulder.

"But in general, we won this round... and you deserve the credit!"

"Teacher, I'm just..."

Gilan just opened his mouth.

However, Pala shook his head and interrupted him:

"Don't be modest, child. In addition, my king has seen all your feats, so the head of state said that he will personally summon you after you wake up..."

"Head of State Caesar summoned me?"

"Well, you have done such a great thing, he will definitely not be stingy with rewards, just ask him for what you need."

Pala smiled and taught his students.

Gilan understood immediately and nodded.

He looked at the old man in front of him, was silent for a while, and asked:

"Teacher, your body..."

"Don't worry about me, child."

Pala chuckled twice, and teased:

"I haven't fallen yet."

Gilan did not answer.

Because his spiritual knowledge had already noticed that the teacher's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and the whole body was even more decayed, exuding a strong smell of decay.

'I'm afraid the teacher won't be able to hold on for long...'

Gilan agreed with the teacher on the surface, showing a smile, but his heart was extremely heavy.

…

It was evening soon.

After Jilan had a thorough checkup at the hospital and confirmed that he was fine, he left accompanied by Aurora, Franco, and Mavi.

This hospital is located in the central area of the capital, Musciti, not far from the Triumph Building. It is a high-end medical institution that serves the dignitaries of the empire.

As soon as he left the inpatient building, Jilan saw two rows of black vehicles parked neatly, and many official department personnel and leaders were waiting to greet him.

"Salute to the hero of the empire, Mr. Jilan Ilos!"

A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes shouted loudly with a serious expression and eyes straight ahead.

Immediately, everyone crossed their arms in front of their chests and saluted Jilan.

No one spoke at the scene, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Jilan glanced at this high-standard scene, but he was neither happy nor sad. He also stopped and crossed his arms.

He was silent for three seconds, and said in a deep voice:

"Salute to the people of the Empire who died for the city of Coburn, the public servants who sacrificed their lives to deal with the disaster, and the soldiers and generals who fought on the front line and wrapped their bodies - salute!"

Everyone was stunned at first.

Then without hesitation, they untied their arms, crossed their arms again, and bowed their heads deeply in silence.

The purple-eyed young man standing in the middle of the road looked extremely tall and awe-inspiring at this moment.

Aurora, Franco, Maiwei and others who followed behind Gillan also kept the cross-salute posture.

They silently looked at the back of the young man in front of them.

In an instant, they were filled with emotion.

After a moment of silence, Gillan did not chat too much with the people who greeted him. After a few simple exchanges, he got on a car, which was driven by Maiwei and drove to the Sifang Palace.

In the car, Aurora, who was sitting in the back seat, said softly:

"Mr. Gillan, where are we going?"

"To see the head of state."

Gillan turned his head slightly from the co-pilot seat and answered.

Aurora and Franco were both startled, and after looking at each other, they showed surprised expressions.

"Hey, Mr. Caesar?!"

Although the two of them were long-lived people and could be regarded as big figures in the mysterious field, they still had a strong sense of awe for the great leader of Bremen.

After all, the name of Caesar has an extremely special and lofty meaning to any imperial person.

As the two's strength continued to grow, their status in their respective forces continued to improve. Naturally, they also understood that the head of the empire was not just a leader.

Caesar Jide must be a strong man who has mastered the mysterious power and belongs to the top level in the world.

"Aurora, Franco, you two have also made great efforts in the disaster relief process, and you are qualified to meet the head of the empire with me."

Gilan smiled.

"Don't be nervous or surprised at that time... The head of the empire is always friendly to his own people."

"So that's the case."

Aurora nodded her head.

She just felt a little dreamy.

She was originally just the daughter of a wealthy businessman. After suffering and fleeing, she stumbled on the mysterious road under the guidance of Mr. Gilan.

Now she has become the head of the "Holy Mother Church" and can follow Mr. Gilan to meet the head of the empire.

For a moment, her delicate face was dazed.

And the man next to her also felt a lot.

Franco was silent for a while, and suddenly said:

"Thank you, Mr. Gilan."

Gilan was a little surprised to hear this.

But he also knew why Franco thanked him.

Of course, it was his guidance and help to this small group along the way that made them achieve what they have today.

Franco not only came back to life, but also realized his dream of pursuing mystery.

But in Gilan's heart, the four people are still his friends who helped him and treated him sincerely when he first came here, alone and at a loss.

"No need to be like this, Franco."

Gilan waved his hand, turned back and smiled.

"We will eventually join hands to walk through this difficult road and realize the ideals we said at the beginning."

The man was startled.

He laughed and nodded heavily.

"That's right."

The ideal of the five people in the dream society is to live freely in this world and have the strength to dominate their own destiny.

Help each other and watch over each other.

They never forget.

…

The car entered the Sifang Palace smoothly.

Perhaps the head of state had given special instructions, so this time, Gillan did not go through the initial inspection and shaving and changing clothes.

He only brought Aurora and Franco with him, walked into the Sifang Palace, and walked through the corridor.

In front of the central courtyard, two female guards were prepared. Seeing Gillan and others coming, they saluted.

"Hello, Chief Gillan."

One of the guards held a gun, stood straight, and said solemnly.

"The head of state is reading in the courtyard, please come in."

Gillan took off his hat and nodded silently.

He put his hat back on and walked into the courtyard.

Aurora and Franco, who followed behind, looked up and saw a young man in a simple linen robe lying lazily on a rattan rocking chair, barefoot, holding an old and large book and reading it.

The young man had long curly red hair, which was darker and brighter than Gillan's.

His facial features were three-dimensional and deep, and his skin was too white to be that of an ordinary person. Especially those red eyes, which seemed to hide the boundless deep space.

Both of them were shocked.

This young man is the head of state? !

They knew the appearance of Head of State Caesar Jide, because his head was on the "Caesar", the largest denomination currency in the empire.

But that was clearly a middle-aged man with a distinctive hooked nose, and his eyes were gloomy and quite majestic.

It was completely different from the young man with red curly hair in front of him.

"Jilan, you are here."

The young man sitting on the rattan chair moved his eyes away from the book and looked at the newcomer.

He immediately smiled, as if he was happy.

"Come, come here."

"Hello, Mr. Head of State."

Gilan stepped forward and bowed his head. The two people behind him also bowed.

Caesar put down the book and stood up from the chair.