From Prisoner to Si Chen

When Herman reacted, the "Philosopher's Sword" had already swung horizontally and slashed at the back of his neck.

But he was, after all, an apostle who had ascended from the famous warrior. Although he could not exert one percent of his strength due to the weakness of his body, he would not be easily attacked by Gillan.

Herman instantly turned into blood mist.

Whoosh! !

Gillan swung his sword in vain.

The blood mist was divided into two by the sword energy and surged wildly.

The terrifying silver sword light directly cut off the four huge stone pillars on the edge of the stage, and with a bang, the entire curtain roof collapsed.

Bang!

Clang! !

Smoke, wood chips, iron sheets and other debris flew everywhere.

The spotlight group, which was originally the only light source, also fell with the collapsed lamp stand and broke into pieces on the spot.

The entire concert hall was instantly plunged into darkness.

Ding Ding Dang Dang! !

Soon, a high-frequency and intense clanging sound rang out in the darkness again.

Sparks flickered and illuminated a small area. It turned out that Herman and Gillan were in mid-air, fighting continuously.

The dark environment did not affect the two.

They could monitor the entire scene with their spiritual knowledge and spiritual vision alone, without the need for vision as a perception.

Bang! !

Herman swung his sword again and collided with the young man in the dark. The violent tremor was transmitted from the sword to his arm, leaving his arm full of cracks.

And his body flew backwards again, turning into blood mist and dissipating halfway.

"Damn..."

He condensed from behind the purple-eyed young man, his face ugly.

Herman's self and self seemed to be unable to hold on in this high-intensity battle.

The sword of "Red Sage" Gillan Ilos was not only powerful and heavy, but also accompanied by an extremely strange vibration rhythm, like some kind of superb secret technique.

Every sword fight would cause certain damage to Herman's body. After so many times, fine cracks appeared on his body without him noticing.

What Hermann didn't know was that Gillan's swordsmanship had already reached the pinnacle, even stronger than his teacher Para Celsus.

Gillan not only perfected the "Universe Sword" and "Gerald Bloodletting Sword", but also integrated the essence of secret techniques such as "Quenching Furnace" and "Backflow" into his own swordsmanship system.

The seemingly ordinary slashes and horizontals were full of terrifying lethality and unpredictable mysterious rhythms.

This also led Hermann to intuitively feel that the pressure facing the "Red Sage" Gillan was far greater than when he fought with the "White Sage" Para.

At this time, a hoarse and low voice suddenly sounded in the concert hall, and it was difficult to distinguish between men and women:

"Haha, Hermann, it's been so long, and you haven't solved the new chairman of the empire yet?"

"Avigni, don't underestimate him."

Hermann was not surprised by the sudden voice, but warned in a deep voice.

"This guy's physical fitness is very strong, and his swordsmanship and alchemy are better than the 'White Sage'. Don't blame me for not reminding you, so as not to capsize in the gutter."

"Oh? This is interesting!"

The neutral hoarse voice sounded again.

Almost in the next second, a huge black claw suddenly appeared on Jilan's left and grabbed him.

Swoosh!!

This black claw is bigger than his, and each sharp claw is more than half a meter long, like a scimitar.

Jilan did not change his face, and swung his sword to cut.

But there was only a dull sound of "pu", not the sound of hard objects colliding. Jilan felt the strange touch coming from the sword and thought something was wrong.

Immediately, the black claws softened and squirmed, turning into five black tentacles, tightly wrapped around Jilan's "Philosopher's Sword" and violently pulled it into the shadows.

Trying to drag Jilan away with the sword.

"Are you competing with me in strength?"

Jilan grinned.

He secretly used "Attribute Rebuilding" to draw out 20 attributes again and temporarily added them to strength.

Then the right arm holding the sword suddenly pulled.

Swoosh! !

There was a crisp sound, accompanied by crackling, like the sound of a tight rubber band breaking.

All the black tentacles were cut off by this sword, spurting out thick black juice.

A light exclamation came from the shadows.

"Really strong!"

"Humph!" Hermann snorted coldly, as if he was dissatisfied with his companions in the shadows for not believing him.

Jilan landed gracefully and swung his sword.

The black juice on the sword splashed and spread a radial pattern on the ground, and the long sword returned to its bright and clear scarlet color.

He looked up.

He saw blood mist in the air.

"Blood Colonel" Hermann stood in the air with a gem cross sword in his hand, and blood mist continued to dissipate and rise from him.

And beside him, there was a tall figure.

It seemed to be a woman, but there was no obvious gender feature. Her long black hair was very messy, her eyes, eyelids and lips were all black, and she was wearing a cloak made of black feathers.

Jilan narrowed his eyes.

"Another Apostle Biwo?"

He had roughly known the other party's identity and said lightly.

"November Apostle 'Demon Dog' Avigni."

"It's amazing."

The cloaked man floating in the air laughed.

"The new chairman of the Bremen Empire actually forced Hermann to join forces with me... But, Mr. 'Red Sage', you can only go so far."

"From ancient times to the present, no one has been able to survive the siege of the two apostles... What's more, your opponents are probably far more than just the two of us."

Hearing this, Jilan's eyes narrowed.

His gnosis was expanded to the extreme, and he soon noticed something strange in the void behind him.

Turn around and look.

I saw three more figures slowly walking out of the shadows.

These are three men.

One person was wearing a medieval retro dress, with bright paint on his face, and a look of madness in his dark green eyes.

A man with a beard and an expressionless face, wearing the simplest beige linen robe, holding a hammer in his hand.

There was another person, wearing a skeleton mask and gorgeous black sacrificial clothing, who was silent.

"'Sir Triangle' Pablo, 'Stonemason' Anthony, 'Ode to the God' Yasiles..."

Ji Lan calmly revealed the identities of the three people.

These three apostles represent the attitudes of the three major art masters respectively.

Obviously, he wants to put Ji Lan to death!

"Unexpectedly, I actually attracted five apostles to join forces to deal with it. This is really flattering."

Gilan chuckled and shook his head.

At this time, the burly bearded man "Mason" Anthony spoke and made a dull and powerful voice:

"Gilan Iros, you destroyed the three major secret societies of the Federation with your own hands. This is tantamount to blasphemy and provocation to art. I'm sorry, but you must die here today."

"Oh?" Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

With one man and one sword, he was surrounded by five apostles, but his posture remained upright and showed no fear.

After looking around for a week, he slowly said:

"Then, angels, you might as well try and see if you can kill me!"

"I'm falling in love with your arrogance, Mr. Guillen Iros."

The April apostle "Sir Triangle" with oil paint on his face showed a twisted smile and raised his hand first.

"Why don't you let me paint a painting for a mortal figure like you as a souvenir?"

His voice was gentle, but there was some indescribable madness in his tone.

In his hand, a paintbrush suddenly appeared.

Pablo grasped the brush, stained with non-existent oil paint out of thin air, twisted his wrist, and made a few imaginary strokes.

In the blink of an eye, he drew an outline of a human figure in front of him. The posture of this colorful outline is exactly the same as Jilan!

The alter ego of "Sir Triangle" perfectly reproduces Gillan's spirituality in the form of painting.

This moment.

Gillan could vaguely feel that he had formed a certain connection with the human silhouette drawn by Pablo.

If the outline of the oil paint is damaged, one's own spirituality will also be correspondingly damaged.

'What kind of weird method is this...'

His face was expressionless and he thought to himself.

Almost the next second, Pablo burst out laughing.

"Hahaha!" He raised his head and smiled, and with a rough stroke of the brush in his hand, he was ready to destroy the painting in front of him. "A perfect work of art can only make people feel sorry when it is destroyed."

Jilan narrowed his eyes.

‘Attribute reconstruction. ’

He called silently in his heart.

This time, faced with the strange methods of "Sir Triangle", Gillan did not trust him. He directly took out 10 points from the four attributes of strength, agility, endurance, and gnosis, totaling 40 points, and temporarily added them to spirituality.

The original 40 points of spirituality doubled instantly.

It reached an outrageous 80 points!

Wow——

Almost at the same time, Pablo's brush had already scratched the outline of the human figure in front of him, "cutting it in half."

That mysterious connection immediately reflected back to Gillan.

Make his body shake.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Pablo was inexplicably excited, covering his face and laughing wildly.

"'Red Sage' Gilan Iros, you can be considered one of the few geniuses in this world, throughout the ages, and a 'masterpiece' in the history of mystery. Destroying you will also make me excited. and satisfied!”

The "Mason" and "Dai Shen Song" beside him, as well as the "Colonel Blood" and "Devil Dog" in mid-air, the four apostles Peter all showed great interest.

They all knew Pablo's methods.

With this horizontal stroke, cutting off the painting, Guillain Iros's spirituality will inevitably be severely damaged. Direct death may not be possible, but the strength will be greatly reduced!

But soon, they all stared blankly.

Among them, "Mason" Anthony frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Pablo, you laugh too soon."

"Um?!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Pablo's originally reclined body froze, and he stood up slightly. An unbelievable dark green eye appeared between the fingers covering his face.

Because under his spiritual vision, it cannot be said that the spiritual outline of Gilan Yiros has not changed, it can only be said that it is still dazzling. Although there were slight fluctuations, there were no obvious signs of damage.

It's like...

His methods generally failed.

But Pablo knew best that the spiritual damage caused by his stroke was indeed fed back to the target, namely Guilan Iros.

But the other party was unharmed!

This makes no sense!

Or, the other party used some unknown means to avoid it.

Or, the other party's spirituality is too strong, so that his own power has been severely weakened, and the final effect is difficult to detect.

Pablo is 100% certain that it is the former.

Because even if a 6th-level "Power" Jiushi who has reached the pinnacle of the mortal world is locked and attacked by him with "Spiritual Portrait", he will lose his mobility in a short time and become a lamb to be slaughtered.

In order to achieve the effect of ignoring the "Spiritual Portrait", one's own spiritual level must at least be an ascender.

And it is the ascender's body that is resisting.

Obviously, "Red Sage" Gillan Ilos is not an ascender, he is just a very talented mortal.

"Mr. Pablo, your methods are really powerful."

Gillan nodded and said.

"I feel a little dizzy."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, the face of "Triangle Lord" became extremely ugly. This seemed to be criticizing the art he was proud of, which was a poor clown performance.

And the other four apostles also cast strange looks at each other. Especially "Stonemason" and "Dai Shensong", who are also from the three major art camps.

"Puff!"

Yasirs, wearing a skeleton mask, couldn't help laughing, and then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Pablo, you are an angel, how can you be such a waste when you come to earth?"

"Shut up!"

Pablo was furious.

He raised his brush again, unbelieving, and prepared to draw a "spiritual portrait" for Gillan again.

But how could Gillan let him do what he wanted again.

"Mr. Pablo, it's a courtesy, you should try my method too."

He said lightly.

After that, he raised the "Philosopher's Sword" and slashed forward.

Swish---

The "starry sky" crack composed of hundreds of tiny silver vortices spanned dozens of meters.

It pressed towards Pablo.

"Hmph!" The April Apostle's self snorted coldly and waved the brush in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, he copied a "starry sky".

He reproduced Gillan's sword skills with painting!

The two silver cracks collided suddenly.

Boom! !

A violent explosion sounded, and the terrifying shock wave directly destroyed the roof of the entire "Jacobin Grand Opera House".

Countless debris and smoke flew over the city group like a volcanic eruption.

But Pablo's method was a fake after all, and it was still inferior to the silver cracks cut by Gillan.

He was blown away by the shock wave and rolled in the air.

The next second, Pablo's dark green eyes were stern.

Because in front of him, a silver vortex appeared at some point. The purple-eyed young man rushed out of it, with a cold face, holding a sword and attacking.

At this moment, the other four apostles were temporarily separated by the shock wave, and they could not support for a while.

"Want to kill me?"

Pablo thought it was ridiculous.

Although he was just an other, he was ordered by "Miss Elegy" to come to the world to execute God's will, but he was regarded as prey by a mortal?

He raised his pen to paint, and drew an extremely abstract colorful vortex in front of him. The vortex was twisted, and it looked like an old man's face, grinning.

Jilan had a cold face.

'Attribute Rebuilding! '

After resetting his own attributes, he concentrated on strength. This time, his strength broke through to 85 points with 40 points of attribute superposition!

"Broken Star——"

A cruel expression bloomed on Jilan's face.

He kicked out fiercely.

Bang! ! !

The face of the old man with a strange smile in front of Pablo suddenly exploded into countless oil sprays, and could not be stopped even for a moment.

Pablo's expression changed drastically, and before he could dodge, he was hit in the chest by a terrifying force.

"Ah!!"

His body drew a straight line, smashed one wall after another, penetrated the entire "Jacobin Grand Opera House", and flew towards the farther mid-air.

There was a loud bang.

It was like a bomb explosion.

It suddenly appeared over the federal capital.

Pablo's earthly self turned into oil-painted fireworks and was kicked to pieces by Gillan on the spot!