From Prisoner to Si Chen

Listening to the magnificent and epic hymns and symphonies, and looking at the young man in red standing high in the sky under the night sky of lightning and thunder, Pablo actually felt an inexplicable sense of awe.

But He quickly got rid of this emotion in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face covered with oil paint.

Instead of retreating, he was quite excited.

"Saint Red Sage" Gillan Ilos clearly has the status of an apostle like Him, and at the same time has extraordinary strength.

After he was forcibly pulled into this area and witnessed the miserable condition of "Cup Doctor" Gabriel with his own eyes, Pablo felt this intuitively.

But He was not afraid at all.

As an April Apostle, his own strength is not weak. In addition, his nature is very neurotic, even crazy, so it is difficult to feel afraid.

"Interesting! Interesting!!"

Pablo said to himself.

In his hand, there was a bone-carved brush. The brush head woven with virgin hair was shaking in the air in front of him. It was stained with sticky blood as oil paint.

He began to paint without warning.

His eyes were filled with colorful spots of light, reflecting the figure in the air, as if he was trying his best to observe. With a few strokes of the brush, he copied a portrait on the spot, which was Jilan.

The portrait drawn with blood was exactly the same as the young man in red clothes, which was quite appropriate.

This was not the first time that He used this method.

He copied the painting with his spiritual power, and then caused equal damage to the target by destroying the painting.

But last time, He only sent out a self-me, whose power was less than one percent of the original body. But now He was doing it himself, confident that he could knock the "Red Sage" down from mid-air.

"Excellent masterpiece!"

Pablo smiled and licked the blood and oil paint on the brush with his tongue.

Then he raised his crazy eyes and looked straight into the sky.

"You are the best model I have ever seen, Gillan Ilos. Not only did you not stop me, but you also stayed where you are and let me paint... You are too confident."

Laughing, Pablo suddenly threw his hand.

Snap!

The bone carving brush roughly wiped across the head of the painting in front of him, splitting the face of the portrait in two and distorting it beyond human form.

"Die." He sneered.

Wow——

There was only a strange sound.

Some invisible force was quietly working.

The young man in red clothes hovering in the sky tilted his head without warning, and a scarlet blurred track passed horizontally across his cheek, almost passing over his head.

"?!"

Pablo was stunned.

This bizarre scene even made him doubt his life.

"Escaped... How could he have escaped!"

"Impossible! Impossible!!"

He shook his head like crazy.

"This is a painting that locks the spirit under the impetus of the law. It will not fail!"

"..."

Jilan slowly turned his head back, expressionless.

He was too lazy to explain to the other party that his ability to "cheat" the essence was amplified by the fictitious power of the "Law of Bubbles" and turned into a conceptual level of power.

The script hang is not in vain.

All attacks that fail to exceed Jilan's status will be avoided, even if they have locked him.

"Must hit?"

Jilan said lightly.

He picked up the white cane and gently pointed it downward.

Crack!

I saw a fist-sized, extremely condensed silver-white light ball appear on the top of the cane handle. A silver lightning as thick as an arm burst out from it, twisting and falling straight down with an irregular trajectory.

With the appearance of this lightning.

The night seemed to lose its color, and the sky and the earth were stained with a silver-white luster.

Pablo knew he couldn't take it head-on, no matter how crazy he was. His eyes changed slightly, and he quickly raised his hand and waved it in front of him. The brush turned a half arc and drew a bloody arch.

He dodged a step forward and hid behind the door.

But the next second.

A scream echoed throughout the open-air stone hall.

Bang! !

Pablo appeared from the fog wall at the edge of the stone hall in the opposite direction, staggered out of the scarlet arch, and fell to the ground with a plop.

He looked miserable, with black burn marks all over his body, emitting green smoke, and a hole in his chest that went through his heart.

He lay in a pool of blood, trembling all over.

His expression was distorted with pain.

Pablo's pupils shrank into a dot, and his heart was filled with disbelief.

He had clearly escaped to another space through the drawn door, but he was still struck by silver lightning.

It seemed that no matter where he escaped, it would be useless.

Moreover, he could not penetrate the fog wall of this area at all. Even if he escaped to another space, he was still trapped in the fog wall.

This cage-like area made Pablo feel suffocated for the first time... and the opponent's silver lightning that was sure to hit him made him even more suspicious.

Crash.

He endured the pain all over his body, especially the pain of his heart being destroyed, and climbed up from the pool of blood with difficulty.

In his sight, the red line of his own entry "Triangle Sir Pablo" had dropped to one-third. He was seriously injured after only being struck by lightning.

Pablo's hands trembled, and he hurriedly used a paintbrush to draw a picture of a heart. Then he reached out and grabbed it, stuffed the oil-painted heart into his chest, and filled the gap.

But his health bar was only restored to half.

The other half fell into darkness, wrapped and locked by thorn-like patterns, and it seemed that it could no longer be restored... Pablo understood that the silver lightning emitted by the "Red Sage" had caused irreversible damage to him.

This damage even disturbed His control over the crown, reducing His strength.

"This guy's strength is only at the level of an apostle?"

Pablo's breathing stagnated.

He clearly felt that the other party did not use his full strength.

But even so, he could hardly resist.

At this time, Pablo turned his head and looked at Gabriel, the "cup-holding doctor" not far away... This angel with broken wings was dying, lying on the ground with a look of despair, closing his eyes, drenched in the rain, and breathing weakly.

Seeing this, He took a deep breath.

He came to support, but did not expect to be trapped in the other party's treacherous domain. The enemy's strength is far beyond expectations. If he does not fight hard, he may really die here.

Pablo's eyes condensed, and he whispered hoarsely:

"Burn..."

He felt his own strong repression, frustration, anger and other emotions, and expanded them infinitely with the law.

Painting expresses emotions and thoughts with colors, which is the pinnacle of human art. As an April Apostle, "Triangle Sir" symbolizes the field of painting.

Bear!!!

He was seen burning with colorful flames all over his body, distorting the vision around him, creating an illusion of concave collapse. This is the fire of his emotions, which is manifested in the form of oil paint.

The law governed by "Miss Elegy", the April Hour, is called "Soul Law". All factors that pull emotions and all powers that penetrate the soul can be affected by this law.

Pablo took up his pen in anger, and in just a few seconds, he used the mid-air in front of him as a canvas to draw a pale white carved door.

"There are many hidden doors growing in the art garden, they are all locked, but 'Miss Elegy' will open one of them for me at this moment."

He slowly recited the ancient language in his mouth.

"Pablo will hold piety in his hands and wait on the other side of the door."

After speaking, he moved the brush forward a little.

The colorful flames burning on his body flowed along his arms, fingers and brushes, and finally stained the pale door, leaving a period, forming a ball-shaped door handle like white bone jade.

Click.

The door handle turned and was about to be pushed open from the inside.

It seemed that something was about to come out from behind the door.

Gilan stood in mid-air, watching coldly.

He instantly realized what Pablo wanted to do.

This guy seemed to have paid a high price, burning his emotions and spirituality, using the law as a medium, trying to open a bridge and summon April Si Chen "Miss Elegy" to appear.

Although Gilan was extremely confident in his own strength and could crush any apostle, he was not sure about facing the 10th-level Si Chen of the True God level.

Seeing this, he waved the "philosopher's staff" in his hand, aimed at the pale door painted below, and said coldly:

"Rule patch: No outside aid may be invited during the game."

With Jilan's decree, within the scope of the "Heart Tower Despair", the surrounding fog wall suddenly squirmed, emitting streams of gray fog, wrapping the pale door.

At this moment, the door has been pushed open a crack.

From the other side came a beautiful female voice, and it seemed that there were countless male and female voices accompanying. The content of the chanting was unclear, but it gave people a sense of insignificance.

The moment Jilan heard the song, his hair stood up all over his body, as if a disaster was about to happen.

Fortunately, the gray fog wrapped the pale door in time.

The two forces were competing, the door panel trembled slightly, and it was deadlocked there...In the end, the external forces that had not had time to intervene were ultimately defeated by Jilan who had the advantage of home court.

The pale door slammed shut with a bang.

Immediately, the door melted and dripped at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a wax figure in high temperature, and finally turned into a pool of pale white oil paint.

Pablo was stunned at first, and then his face was horrified.

He looked up at the young man in red clothes in the air, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

"Saint Red Sage" Jilan was able to forcibly reverse the advent ceremony of Si Chen and keep "Miss Elegy" out!

But what Pablo didn't know was...

At this moment.

In a dilapidated hall full of pale flowers, a lady wearing a black lace dress, a small hat, and a veil covering her eyes was holding a bouquet of flowers in her hand, standing at the door, keeping the posture of reaching out to open the door.

But the door suddenly disappeared.

He let out a light exclamation, and then slowly raised his head.

Wow——

A colorful beam of light came from nowhere and instantly fell on the lady.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in the White Flower Hall turned into an endless desert scene, with a bright scarlet starry sky.

In the distance stood a high-backed throne, on which seemed to be a young man in red.

"Gilan Iros?"

A curious tone came from under the lady's veil.

But He soon shook his head and said gently:

"No, you are not..."

"Hello, Miss Elegy, the god of April's Sichen, the wonderful throat and mourning."

The young man in red smiled.

"Miss, please stay in this dream for a while."

"Is this my dream or your dream?"

Futis smiled, holding a white flower.

The young man in red sat on the throne with a lazy posture, crossed his legs, and shrugged:

"Of course it is your dream, Miss."

"My dream will not have such a strange scene, let alone Sichen that does not exist in this world."

Futis's voice was very pleasant, and she said slowly.

"So, you are Si Chen of another secret history?"

"It seems that you also know something about the secrets of this world."

The young man in red did not deny it, but he did not say much.

Furtis groaned, her gaze under the veil fixed on the young man in red clothes on the throne.

"You...can actually influence me through the secret history crystal wall and make me have an unprovoked dream. It's really not easy. Is this a warning?"

"As you wish, ma'am."

The young man in red clothes smiled.

"This is your dream after all."

Hearing this, Futis's heart sank.

He became increasingly unable to see through this strange Si Chen who looked exactly like Gilan Elos.

From beginning to end, the other party gave him an elusive sense of mystery and a sense of leisurely confidence.

At the same time, the fact that the other party can transcend the secret history and make him dream is enough to explain many problems... The most important point is that this world must have the power of the other party's law as an anchor.

And this anchor point is likely to come from Gilan Yiros himself.

The reason why this little guy was able to be crowned an apostle in a short period of time was probably due to the strange Si Chen in front of him.

"Have you accepted the power of other secret histories..."

Fetis said softly.

"I see."

As soon as He raised his hand, the white flowers he held spread out and turned into petals, forming a carved white chair behind him.

Furtis sat down elegantly, facing the young man in red clothes.

"It doesn't matter if I stay in this dream for a while. If I want to take action, there are plenty of opportunities."

"Oh, really?"

The young man in red clothes said with a smile, not taking it seriously.

He didn't seem to care about Phytis's attitude and asked himself:

"Miss, can you tell me about your secret history? I'm quite curious about it...well, especially about August Sichen's 'Mourning Virgin' Miss Tolina."

The tone is like a question between friends.

Phytis was silent for a few seconds.

He did not refuse, but instead spoke to the young man in red, telling the story of the "Mourning Virgin" in August Sichen.

After saying that, the young man in the red suit had a clear look on his face.

Furtis took this opportunity to tentatively inquire about the young man's background and information about his secret history.

"You can call me 'Sleep Master', miss."

The young man crossed his legs, put his hands lightly on the armrest, and smiled.

"Unlike you, there were originally eighteen Si Chens in my world. Unfortunately, too many were disobedient and I killed some of them. Now there are only six left including me."

"..."

Furtis was stunned on the spot.

Sitting in the chair, my body felt stiff.

"Actually, I have always wanted to try secret history travel, and I am especially interested in the world you live in."

"..."

The red lips under Photisi's veil were slightly open, speechless.

…

…

"It seems Sichen can't save you, Pablo."

In the "Heart Tower Desperate Realm", Ji Lan said indifferently while hovering in mid-air.

He looked down at the man below, then glanced at the unconscious lady with broken wings lying on the other side, and slowly raised his white cane.

"Then the game should be over."

After speaking, Gilan raised his cane high.

Boom!

Just hear a thunder.

In Pablo's trembling pupils, he could see the swirling dark clouds with lightning and thunder in the night, with a world-destroying silver sea of ​​thunder shining in the center.

The violent energy suddenly gathered, flashing with dazzling light like a star explosion.

Immediately, a thunderbolt as thick as the tower fell straight down, striking like a silver beam of light.

"No...no!!"

Pablo hissed.

He quickly activated the power of his law, the crown on his head shone brightly, and his arms waved like blurry phantoms, trying to draw a new painting to save his life.

But the thunder is so fast.

Almost as soon as he saw it, it fell down.

Boom! ! !

Everything in the field of vision was torn and stretched, completely turning into silver.

Pablo's mouth grew big and his eyes were about to burst.

But even the sound was swallowed up.