From Prisoner to Si Chen

After sharing some important tasks of the committee at this stage with Alevia and the other four, Gilan's shoulders were obviously relieved.

And he can also concentrate on solving the imminent big problem next - hunting down the apostles "Windmill Cat" Pal and "Cup Doctor" Gabriel, and freeing Tolina from the "scapegoat" state that is worse than death.

Just like untying the thread of a knot, thus generating a chain reaction, the unsolvable immortality of the federal army can be broken, allowing the empire to regain the strength to fight.

In this way, the whole deadlock will be revitalized.

In the afternoon.

Gilan temporarily put aside the pile of documents and left the Triumph Building alone.

He drove to the Sifang Palace.

Along the way, whether it was the official staff inside the building or the pedestrians along the way, their words and deeds revealed an unconcealable anxiety.

People were in a hurry and their brows were worried.

Laughter and joy seemed to have disappeared from this country, and what was left was only depression and despair.

The news that the Owena Federation army was approaching could not be blocked at all. Almost every empire person knew that the land they lived on was likely to change hands.

Everything they once had, whether it was status or gold and silver property, or even the lives of their relatives and friends, was no longer under their control.

The empire seemed to be under a time bomb.

There was a countdown above everyone's head.

Waiting for the final detonation and destruction.

Today was sunny and cloudless.

But the entire Musciti seemed gloomy, and the air was filled with the smell of decay.

Jilan's silver-gray car drove into the Sifang Palace unimpeded and parked at the gate of the building.

He got out of the car, climbed the stairs and walked in with the greetings of two female soldiers.

Passing through the corridors, Jilan went to the "Imperial Conference Hall" in the deepest part of the Sifang Palace. According to the female soldiers, the head of state was holding an emergency mobilization meeting.

Creak.

Jilan gently pushed open the door of the conference hall.

It was quite quiet and solemn inside.

Two rows of armed imperial soldiers at the door looked straight ahead, silently saluted and bowed their heads.

As soon as he entered, Jilan saw that the hundreds of red leather sofas in the hall were full of people. All the people attending the meeting were high-ranking officials and generals from various departments of the empire.

These people looked solemn, frowning or holding their foreheads, silently listening to the speech of the head of state on the high platform.

At this time, someone noticed Jilan's arrival, looked surprised, and hurriedly touched his chest, bowed his head or saluted.

On the platform, Caesar, disguised as a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, stood upright in a military uniform and gave a speech to the octagonal microphone expressionlessly:

"...The enemy is coming fiercely and is expected to break through Bremen's last line of defense within a week and reach the hinterland. Even Musciti will be reduced to scorched earth."

"All of you present are the elites of the empire. You are the cornerstone of Bremen. It is you who support this huge and great country."

"Now facing the relentless pressure of Owena, neither you nor I can stay out of it, nor can we retreat a single step."

Caesar paused and took a deep breath.

The scene was silent for a while.

"As the head of the empire, I will live and die with Bremen. If the Owena army arrives at Musciti, I will also lead the way, fight with the enemy until I am exhausted, and stain my homeland with blood."

Caesar's voice is very contagious.

It echoed through the radio and reached everyone's ears.

"I may fall here, in front of you, but my will is the will of Bremen, and it will stand tall in the long river of history and in the spiritual world of all the Hiru people."

"The enemy can kill us, but cannot defeat us... We will fight to the last moment, and fight to the death with Owena!"

Just a swish.

The head of the Kaiser on the platform knocked the platform with the heel of his leather shoes, stood at attention, and made a standard cross salute to everyone.

He held his head high and had no fear.

"Fight to the end! Fight to the death!"

Everyone in the audience also stood up, made a cross salute to the platform, and shouted loudly.

At this moment.

Every high-ranking official of the empire present had a solemn look on his face, as if he had gained courage from the head of state, and his heart was full of fearlessness.

Gilan stood at the end of the seat and saluted silently.

Immediately, he took a step and walked from the aisle to the platform.

The high-ranking officials along the way all cast their eyes at him, and even the President Caesar on the stage smiled and nodded after seeing him.

Jilan went up the steps on one side of the platform and came to the President's side.

Caesar reached out tacitly and turned off the octagonal microphone.

Click.

"You are finally back, how is it?"

Caesar asked in a low voice.

Jilan nodded.

"Everything is going well."

"Very good." Caesar smiled. "When are you going to start? We don't have much time left."

"Tonight." Jilan said in a deep voice.

"Are you sure?"

Caesar asked again.

Last time, Jilan's answer was that he was not sure, but this time, he chuckled and did not respond.

Caesar seemed to realize something.

He opened his spiritual vision and observed the purple-eyed young man in front of him, and soon his pupils shrank.

Caesar's expression gradually became astonished.

"You..." He took a deep breath. "He's already wearing a crown?!"

After not seeing him for half a month, Gillan Ilos, who was originally only level 7, has now become a level 9 apostle.

On the head of the spiritual silhouette, there is a bright crown, shining with deep scarlet light!

"Well, that's what I'm sure of."

Gillan Road.

Caesar did not ask about the process and reasons for Gilan becoming an apostle. He just silently put his hand on the young man's shoulder and said in a deep voice:

"Okay. Then I'll wait for your triumphant return."

Ji Lan nodded, immediately held up the brim of his hat, turned around and walked down from the high platform.

Then, under the gaze of all the empire's senior officials, he slowly left the conference hall, leaving only a straight figure behind.

…

…

It's night.

Guillen chose to "upgrade" in the master bedroom of the apartment at No. 9 Morales Street and entered the dream with his body.

He appeared in Castle Black again, and subsequently restored his full strength and status as a ninth-level apostle.

"call……"

Ji Lan felt the abundant strength all over his body and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The feeling of being "downgraded" to the earthly world is not very good. It seems as if there are many shackles on my body, and I can't use my hands and feet.

This discomfort will only intensify as the strength continues to improve.

‘Is this the influence of the God of Love? His corpse emits a steady stream of "miasma" into the world, thus creating a "relict dream" that isolates the contact between the material world and the astral world, and also limits the intervention of superiors in the world. ’

Gillan thought to herself.

He took a step forward and headed straight to the castle attic.

Arriving outside Torina's boudoir again, through the golden fence door, one could hear the faint wailing coming from the bed curtains.

In the girl's painful voice, Gilan's heart became heavy.

Crunch.

He pushed open the door and walked to the bed.

Lifting the blood-stained curtain, Gilan saw the tortured and haggard girl.

Torina lost a lot of weight, her long black hair was messy, her whole body was twisted into a ball, her eye sockets were sunken, her lips were white, and her originally beautiful and dignified face was covered with cracks.

Ji Lan noticed that the girl's consciousness seemed to have faded, and she did not even notice his arrival. She only twitched and spasmed from time to time and let out painful screams.

"Torina..."

Seeing the girl's appearance, he couldn't help but feel tight in his heart. His chest seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't breathe.

Gilan sat on the edge of the bed, gently caressed Torina's forehead, and looked into those empty black eyes.

He knew very well that for every second that time was delayed, Torina would suffer one more second of extreme pain, so he recited silently in his heart:

‘Beautiful, add more...’

The accumulated mysterious points on the panel dropped rapidly, and the values ​​of the six attributes also increased.

Thump thump thump! !

Waves of invisible colored lights flickered on Jilan's body.

He closed his eyes and took in the thoughts.

soon.

Only 600,000 of the nearly three million mysterious points were left, and Jilan's six-dimensional attributes all came to a neat number——

"500!"

Gillan's eyes suddenly opened.

His purple eyes seemed to have formed a whirlpool at this moment, containing the stars of the universe and countless light spots.

This is the ultimate expression of spirituality.

'I have observed the panels of Sasha and Texel. Although the two apostles are good at different fields and focus on different attributes, their six-dimensional average is only in the range of 300 to 400...'

Gillan thought.

‘So my current value has exceeded the average level of the apostles and has entered a completely new realm. ’

It seems to be summed up simply in one sentence:

Si Chen is not yet full, above the apostles.

At this time.

Gilan reached out and held the thin girl in his arms. He lowered his head and whispered:

"You will be fine after tonight..."

After speaking, countless numbers "0" flashed across Gillan's left eye, and countless numbers "1" flashed across his right eye.

He silently activated his original power.

‘Stealing the account, targeting the “Gentleman of Remaining Interest” Behrmann Juerlich. ’

In an instant, an invisible force radiated away.

Scattered outward from the attic boudoir, crossed Castle Black in an instant, penetrated the endless sea of ​​dreams, and touched the land of gods, Toyalan...

…

…

Shenxiang·Temple.

Countless mystics have tried to understand this area, but in the end they can only come up with a vague and abstract concept.

That is the "temple" located on the top floor of Shenxiang.

It is the residence of Sichen people.

Behind each "Ascension Door" is Si Chen's home, which can also lead to the "Temple".

At this moment.

The sky of Shenxiang cast a misty light on a square building composed of countless spiral stone pillars.

This building has existed for an unknown number of years. It is dark and filled with gray fog.

Gilan's consciousness woke up from the temple.

The moment he opened his eyes, his pupils shrank.

Because he saw rows and rows of wooden tables and high-backed chairs placed right in front of him.

But the size of these tables and chairs is staggering.

Comparing earthly buildings, a high-backed chair here is almost the same as a hundred-story Triumph Building.

Therefore, at a glance, the tables and chairs that looked like mountains had many vacant seats, except for two men, two women, and four giant-like figures.

Under these four huge figures, fourteen smaller figures were sitting on another row of tables and chairs.

Further down, we reached the seat where Gilan was.

There are a large number of people here. At first glance, there are hundreds of people, men, women, old and young, wearing different clothes. They are silent and exude a powerful aura.

Gillan turned around and saw hundreds of smaller seats.

He suddenly narrowed his eyes.

‘It seems that I happened to be in the right place, taking up the title of “Remnant Gentleman” Bellman and attending a gathering of hostile superiors. ’

The four largest figures must be the "Blind General", "Miss Elegy", "Mrs. Ya" and "White Dove Poet".

There are fourteen apostles, hundreds of transmuters and hundreds of ascendants, almost all of them are here.

"This earthly game of chess has finally come to an end..."

At this time, a mature and elegant female voice sounded, echoing in the huge hall.

It originated from a woman wearing a luxurious dark green robe with her hair tied up but her facial features could not be seen clearly.

Ji Lan has already judged in her heart that this person is June Sichen "Mrs. Ya" Cynthia, the god of dance and waiting.

The lady crossed her legs and sat in a lazy posture. Holding a silver-plated cigarette rod in his hand, he puffed away smoke and said in a joking tone:

"Werder Bremen is about to be destroyed, and William's innocent and ridiculous dream will also be shattered... The next era will eventually lead to chaos."

"'Snow Lady' Xadia's heart was locked by my 'Stone Niche', and his 'Salt Spring Sword' could not enter the heart, resulting in incomplete laws and great loss of strength... As for 'Mother of Sorrow' Tori Na is even more pitiful. She must have been wailing day and night. "

As she spoke, the lady laughed playfully, her plump figure swaying and trembling.

"Suffering for the world, such a great God, His name as 'Mother of God' is not in vain."

"Thanks to Pal Solomon for this plan."

At this time, another huge male figure spoke.

He has long hair reaching his waist, an elegant posture, and a soft voice, as if every word is filled with the rhythm of chanting.

Gillan stared at each other.

He knew that this was Du Wei, the "white dove poet" of October Sichen, the god of lies and betrayal.

The poet tilted his head slightly, and on his face covered by darkness, there seemed to be a pair of calm eyes looking at the seats behind him.

There, sitting were fourteen apostles.

Among them was a weirdo with a golden cat head and a black and white plaid tuxedo.

The cat-headed man stood up, waved his hands, put his hands on his chest and back, crossed his legs, and bowed to the huge poet.

"Du Wei is flattering me, but I just came up with a small idea. It not only punishes the false gods who desecrated my lord's body, but also makes the world move towards the chaos decreed by my lord. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone."

"You and Gabriel will continue to be responsible for disrupting the Dark Law of the Holy Mother until the Bremen Empire is completely destroyed."

At this time, the tall man at the head spoke.

His voice is strong and solemn, and his posture is upright.

It is November Sichen "Blind General" Baldini, the god of conquest and command.

"No problem, Your Majesty Baldini, the kitten will definitely obey your will and orders."

The golden cat-headed man grinned and replied.

He then sat down again and looked at the long-haired intellectual lady across the table wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white robe.

"You are still so shameless, Pal."

Gabriel said calmly.

Parr didn't take it seriously, rolled his big golden eyes, and laughed:

"I learned from you, big girl."

"..."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.

There was an invisible murderous intention between the two of them.

At this time, "Miss Elegy" who had been silent until now spoke up. His tone was cold, seemingly devoid of any emotion, but his voice seemed to be full of melody:

"Xiadia and Tolina are no longer of concern. William is being restrained by Baldini. There is only one little girl left, Barbara, who has just ascended for decades. The three of us will join forces to play one more time to eliminate her from the division." Let’s take the position of Chen.”

"When the times completely change and Bremen becomes the secret history, the apostles under you and me will also have the opportunity to ascend to the throne of God."

"Okay." The poet chuckled. "Just in time, I have new inspiration to sing an ode to the 'flood' of human will."

Hearing this, all the other apostles at the table where Pal and Gabriel were sitting looked expectant.

When this battle is over, they will all have a chance to become gods!

However, what no one noticed was that an inconspicuous gentleman in gray clothes was casually lowering the brim of his hat, sitting in the Transmutation seat further back.

His indifferent eyes swept across the entire audience.

Finally it landed on the golden owl and the lady in white robe.

‘Bubble Law, lock the target. ’

Gillan pressed against Behrman's body and quietly activated the power of his own law.

At the same time, he used the fictional power of "Bubble Law" to convey a message to the July Apostle "Twilight" Angel through a luminous feather token——

"Miss Angel, the hunt begins tonight."

Buzz! !

The girl who was lying down and sleeping soundly in front of the "Lion's Gate" jumped up and sat up in an instant.

His eyes suddenly became bright and clear after a moment of confusion.

bass! !

Angel raised his hand, and a golden-red giant sword emitting blazing heat appeared in his palm, and was carried by him with one hand.

The girl spread her white wings on her back and soared into the sky.