From Prisoner to Si Chen

Boom! !

The burning meteor, which was cut into two halves by a sword, suddenly fell from midair and crashed into the ground of the "Corridor".

Half of it fell into the shadowy dark forest, igniting a raging fire, scaring countless spirits to flee everywhere. Even some ascenders living here could not withstand the aftermath and were forced to evacuate.

The other half hit the black cliff, and as the ground shook, huge pieces of rubble flew everywhere and fell from the sky. Together with some buildings standing on the cliff, they collapsed and destroyed, causing many ascenders and transmuters to be shocked and angry.

Under the gaze of the superiors.

In the two pits where the fall occurred, the high temperature distorted the vision, and the poisonous sulfur gas mixed with black smoke filled the air.

From each of them stood up a broken body, which turned out to be the left and right sides of the "windmill cat" Pal Solomon.

Even though he was split in two, he still didn't die!

"Damn 'Red Sage'..."

The equally split body of Pal had a hideous face, and the broken cross section was burning with raging fire. The magma dripped down and splashed with billowing black smoke.

As a former July Apostle, his crown was endowed with the mutated "Law of Disorder", which allowed him to exist in an incomplete form without any reduction in strength.

But after several battles with the "Red Sage", Pal deeply understood that he was not his opponent at all.

At this moment, he only wanted to seek the protection of the federal camp.

Pal was very clear about his own value.

Only if he was alive could the federation continue to use him to check and balance the "Mother of Sorrow" of August Sichen, disrupt the other party's "Dark Law", and continue to "take the blame" for the federation.

This would not only contain the "Mother of Sorrow", but also allow the federal army to have an immortal body in the world and maintain an absolute advantage, which could be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Pal didn't know why the "Red Sage" could ascend to an apostle in such a short time, and he didn't know how the other party knew that he was the root cause of the "scapegoat".

But He was no longer afraid at this moment.

Because He successfully escaped to the God's Hometown Corridor, the superiors of the Federation camp would definitely help him!

"Hey, Jilan Ilos, let's see how you can kill me now!"

The body of Pal, which was cut in half, murmured at the same time.

Wow -

Almost as soon as the voice fell.

In the burning dark forest, a tall figure slowly walked out. It was Jilan who had restored his original appearance, wearing a black dress and a short hat.

"You are in this state, but you are not dead yet. I have to say that you are indeed the most surviving apostle, Pal."

Jilan walked over with a cane, surrounded by raging fire. With the fire behind him, his face was in shadow.

He just chuckled and said:

"No wonder even the 'torrent' couldn't do anything to you for so many years."

"Unfortunately, you have missed the best time to kill me, Gilan Ilos."

The cat-headed man with half of his body grinned.

The only golden vertical pupil left flashed with a playful light.

"Now, the superiors of the Federation have noticed this place. What will you choose? Do you plan to be besieged or leave as soon as possible?"

"Sorry, neither."

Gilan said lightly.

"But kill you and leave calmly... Don't expect anyone to save you. I said, you will die today."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha ha!"

Pal couldn't help laughing at first, and then burst into laughter.

He pointed at the young man with one arm and said with a smile:

"Ah, my delicious friend, you are still so arrogant. I admit that you are very strong, but you don't take other apostles seriously!"

As he was speaking, Pal's eyes turned and he laughed.

"Look, it's coming."

Boom! !

There were only two roars.

Two figures fell from the sky and landed in front of the "Windmill Cat". They stood on the edge of the pit and confronted Jilan.

One of them was wearing a black sweater and had messy long hair. It was difficult to tell his gender. The other was wearing a gorgeous black feather dance dress, a sparkling gem mask on his face, long hair tied up, and a charming figure.

"'Demon Dog' Avigni, 'Black Swan' Siegel."

Jilan calmly revealed the identity of the visitor.

The former was the November Apostle, and the latter was the June Apostle, both of whom were superiors in the federal camp.

Obviously, they came to rescue the "Windmill Cat" Pal.

"Wow! How surprising!"

"Black Swan" Mrs. Siegel wore black lace gloves on her hands, gently stroking her hair, and her red lips with beauty moles were slightly curled, outlining a charming arc.

"Mr. Red Sage" has only ascended for a month, but he has crossed the 8th level and directly become an apostle like us?"

"You are worthy of being praised as the most outstanding genius since the Dawn Era, but I don't know which Si Chen crowned you. I have never seen the lawful aura on your body."

"You don't need to know this, Mrs. Siegel."

Gilan said calmly.

He glanced at the two apostles who blocked the way, and silently pulled out the alchemical revolver named "Echo" from his waist.

"You can try to stop me."

"Hmm?"

The "demon dog" Avigni beside the enchanting lady raised his eyebrows, stared at the silver-plated short-barreled revolver that the young man took out, and couldn't help laughing:

"Sir Red Sage, forgive my poor eyesight, you don't want to fight us with this broken toy, do you?"

The revolver in Jilan's hand was a sidearm of the committee, but it was made by a 2nd-level "craftsman" and had long fallen behind Jilan's strength and was an obsolete weapon.

It is no wonder that Avigni would make fun of this.

After all, no matter how powerful the "echo" is, it can only kill ordinary spiritualists, and it is probably difficult for even the long-lived ones to break through the defense.

But Jilan shook his head and was too lazy to explain.

He quietly activated the "Law of Bubble Shadow" and directly digitized the alchemical revolver in his hand.

Immediately, the "Sage Secret Pattern" in Jilan's palm lit up, accompanied by a crackling silver arc, and he decomposed and refined the revolver on the spot.

I saw that the palm-sized silver-plated revolver turned into a ball of silver liquid, and then it was shaped and stretched to become a "single-barreled shotgun" with a length of 1.34 meters.

The part above the trigger still retains the revolver style of the revolver cylinder, but it has been magnified many times, and even the caliber of the bullet is as big as a finger.

The gun body, which exudes a dark silver luster, is covered with triangles, circles and strange symbols, which looks mysterious.

Even the two apostles, Mrs. Siegel and Avigni, frowned when they saw it.

Because they smelled danger from this ancient gun.

Bang!

Gillan patted the gun lightly and smiled.

"This new gun is called 'Equality for All', please appreciate it."

He raised the revolver shotgun in his hand, commonly known as the "revolver spray", and aimed at Avigni's forehead without any pretense.

Buzz——

At this moment.

Avigni felt his hair stand on end, his scalp tingling, and his ears buzzing. It was as if he was being targeted by the god of death and was about to be chased by death.

As an apostle, his spiritual intuition told him that if he was shot, he would either die or be injured!

Such an absurd thing made him unbelievable.

He had only encountered a similar feeling in the December apostle "Ferryman" Carl Rega, who was also aimed at by the other party's spring-loaded pistol at that time.

But the muzzle of the Red Sage was obviously more threatening, so Avigni didn't dare to gamble.

Must dodge!

A strong warning flashed through his mind!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!

Avigni's figure suddenly blurred, and then turned into dozens or hundreds of afterimages.

But the next second -

Wow!

His body condensed again.

Avigni was stunned.

The purple-eyed young man didn't aim at him at all, but pointed the muzzle of the gun inexplicably at the top of his head.

At this moment, the fatal lock feeling not only did not disappear, but became stronger.

Avigni broke out in a cold sweat and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

He noticed that the Red Sage kept aiming at the sky, but cast a half-smile look at him.

This guy actually saw through his tricks!

Avigni felt incredible!

He just split his body to dodge, but in fact, he hid his eight vital parts, namely the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys, gallbladder, stomach and brain, in another space.

But the "Red Sage" knew it clearly by some means, and the position where the gun was aimed was exactly the other space where the vital parts were hidden!

Click.

Jilan smiled playfully and slowly moved the gun back, as if the action just now was just a warning.

Avigni breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, Jilan pointed the gun over the two people and aimed at the "windmill cat" Pal Solomon, who was only half of his body in the pit behind.

"Stop Him!"

Mrs. Siegel didn't know what Avigni had experienced. Seeing this, she immediately narrowed her beautiful eyes and shouted in a deep voice.

At the same time, the lady in the black dance dress flashed, passed through the afterimages, and came to Jilan.

Her movements were graceful, with her legs bent and her arms stretched out, as if she was dancing. Starlight was flowing around her. At this moment, Mrs. Siegel seemed to have turned into a star map, leveraging the power of the gods.

With a clang.

Between the lady's hands, two shiny and gorgeous scimitars appeared without her knowing when, shining like moonlight, and instantly slashed hundreds of times, forming a spider web-like trajectory in the blink of an eye.

The space collapsed and split in the trajectory of a spider web.

But the next second, Mrs. Siegel's face changed slightly.

Because the blade gave him feedback that there was nothing.

She didn't hit the real place!

The figure of the "Red Sage" was shattered by the slash, but Mrs. Siegel had no joy, just turned her head suddenly, and was startled.

I saw the young man in black clothes holding a gun, standing behind her, still aiming, and he was unscathed.

"Red Sage" dodged? !

How did he do it? !

Mrs. Siegel didn't see the other party's evasive action at all, but her attack didn't hurt the other party at all.

Gillan smiled elegantly at the lady and gently pulled the trigger with his index finger.

Bang! ! !

A gunshot that resounded through the "corridor" suddenly rang out.

It pierced everyone's eardrums.

An invisible trajectory crossed the horizon, as if tearing the entire burning dark forest in half!

With the highly condensed "Gangfeng" as the warhead, the huge energy that collapsed into a point almost instantly shattered half of the face of the "Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon!

Crash! !

Pal's body fell backwards with a bang, and the part above the neck seemed to be wiped out from the world by an eraser, turning into a vortex and disappearing.

He didn't even have time to scream.

"A beautiful headshot."

Gillan whistled, raised his hand and snapped his fingers elegantly, and then pulled the bolt.

Click.

The invisible bullet ejected, leaving only the residual energy fluctuations flowing under his feet.

This scene made the pupils of the two apostles, Mrs. Siegel and Avigni, shrink.

The "Red Sage" strangely avoided Siegel's attack, and in their encirclement, he still hit Pal from a distance.

This was not intended to mock them.

At this time, Pal's headless body climbed up from the ground again, and his head, which had been hit by a devastating blow, burst into flames and recondensed in the wriggling of the magma.

The golden cat's head showed a look of surprise and even fear.

The shot of the "Red Sage" just now really hit His forehead and killed Him once.

If it weren't for the effect of the "Law of Disorder", Pal would probably have died on the spot.

But even so, Pal was not a person of the hour, and the crown was just a medium borrowing the law. He could not "resurrect" again and again.

If he suffered a few more fatal injuries, he would definitely die!

"We can't let him shoot again!"

Mrs. Siegel was furious and yelled at Avigni.

Whoosh——

The November Apostle "Demon Dog" moved.

I saw his left and right shoulders squirming, bulging with two big lumps, and then suddenly grew two huge black dog heads.

The left dog head was blind in the right eye, and spoke in human language:

"Paralysis of limbs."

The right dog head was blind in the left eye, and opened and closed and said:

"Heart stagnation."

The "edict" driven by the power of the two laws immediately locked onto Gillan, and Avigni's right hand turned into a strange giant claw of bones and muscles, and reached forward.

This claw seemed to be able to cross space and directly tear the target apart.

But the result was exactly the same as Siegel's experience.

Avigni missed!

I saw the figure of the purple-eyed young man twisted and fluctuated like a mirror flower and water moon, and turned into fragments in a series of attacks by the "Demon Dog".

But the next second, a brand new "Red Sage" appeared in front of him, and even the posture of holding the gun did not change, still aiming at the remains of the cat-headed man in the pit.

"Second shot."

Gilan said lightly.

He immediately pulled the trigger.

Bang! ! !

The silver barrel trembled, and the flames from the muzzle twisted into a spiral.

The invisible "Gangfeng" bullet instantly hit Pal's newly grown face, annihilating it into nothingness again.

The sound of the gun echoed far away.

It was like a heavy hammer, causing the hearts of all the superiors who saw this scene to stagnate.

"Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon fell backwards again, and his head disappeared.

Everyone who saw his experience felt pity.

It was as if he was really a wild cat on the roadside, being slaughtered by hunters, without any resistance.

Even Mrs. Siegel and Avigni, who came to rescue, could not help even if they used all their means, and could only watch Pal get hurt again.

"Another beautiful headshot!"

Gilan chuckled and continued to pull the bolt.

Click.

"Windmill Cat" Pal struggled to get up and struggled to restore his head, but just as his power returned to his body, the invisible terrifying bullet attacked again and blew his head.

It was like a person who fell into the water, grabbing the rope again and again, slipping again and again, struggling repeatedly, and suffering endlessly.

Mrs. Siegel and Avigni joined forces to besiege the "Red Sage". In the burning forest, figures gathered and flickered endlessly.

In the battle that even the Ascendants could not see clearly, the young man appeared in different places again and again, with no change in posture, movement, and expression.

It was as if the two sides were not on the same "layer".

No effect.

Gilan pulled the trigger for the sixth time.

Bang! !

This time, "Windmill Cat" Pal was shot in the head, and his body fell down powerlessly.

But he did not stand up again...

He was completely dead!