From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 342 Four Riders
'How did the windmill cat appear here?'

Jilan's heart sank.

This guy is an apostle-level existence, an old monster who has lived for who knows how many years.

Facing such an enemy, there is no way to fight, the only thing is how to save your life from the opponent.

What surprised Gillan even more was that the windmill cat seemed to recognize him.

'Is it because of the Christmas demon "Krampus"?'

Ji Lan secretly guessed.

He had learned from Miss Torina that Krampus was the Windmill Cat's "alien", so it was not surprising that the other party recognized him now.

But there is another possibility...

That is, the Windmill Cat can share the memories in the real film, and anyone who has come into contact with it in the film will be known by it!

"Introduce yourself."

The big golden cat head raised its arm, stretched out a hooked claw, and scratched its cheek.

"I am the leader of the Eclipse Society. You delicious friends can affectionately call me Mr. Cat."

"I am honored to have you all here on this wonderful night as the disaster unfolds and the world comes to an end."

"Look! What beautiful ash!"

As He spoke, He spread His arms and spoke in a fanatical tone.

Rumbling--

Behind the golden cat-headed man, the volcano continued to erupt, and black matter mixed with billowing smoke almost filled the entire night sky.

The moon and stars were obscured, and the surroundings seemed even darker.

The ground was still shaking. Some black flocs like snowflakes were falling, and the air was filled with a pungent and unpleasant smell of sulfur.

At this time, a burst of footsteps came.

The nuns who were sent by Alida to hunt down the Ascetic sect just happened to return.

Their steps were untidy and their movements were staggering. Almost everyone's face was covered with blue veins and their noses were bleeding. It was obvious that they were seriously infected by the miasma.

"Vice President Alida... the concentration of miasma here is too high. We... we can't hold on any longer."

When the nuns came to Alida, they could no longer stand and fell to the ground one after another.

When Alida saw this scene, she couldn't help but clench her fists with a serious expression.

Facing the increasingly dense miasma, she had no good solution. She wanted to lead the team away, but was watched by the six hell lords and the cat-headed man, so she dared not act rashly.

The situation has become a dilemma.

Gilan glanced at Aurora in the team. The latter was pale and also bleeding from the nose. Her condition was worrying.

His eyes narrowed.

"If this continues, even if the Windmill Cat and the six Hell Lords don't take action, Aurora and the others will be killed by the miasma..."

The current concentration of miasma is over 10 Pa. Except for two long-time masters, Jilan and Alida, no one else can withstand it.

Jilan thought about it, then silently took out a bottle of light green potion the size of his little finger from his alchemical leather pocket.

This was the "highly effective anti-malaria medicine" that he had exchanged from the Armed Forces with his merits before embarking on the mission. It was a product of the latest generation of alchemy.

It can also be said that this is an experimental product jointly developed by scholars in the field of mysticism at the "Anti-Malaria Medicine Seminar".

"Ms. Alida, please distribute these potions to the nuns. Perhaps they can help."

Gilan whispered, handing the light green potion in his hand to Alida.

The latter was startled, and then said in a deep voice:
"Thank you very much, Mr. Gillan."

She took the potion and quickly gave it to the nuns. Gillan also gave three to Maiwei, Kaya and Celine, who thanked her one after another.

The Windmill Cat, along with six hideous-looking black devils, just stood there, watching with interest, but did not step forward to stop them.

"The miasma that has been suppressed for a long time will continuously erupt from here starting tonight until it spreads to every corner of the world."

Pal licked his paw and smiled.

"Well... this is more lethal and destructive than the so-called plague or war. How many people will die? And how many will survive? It's really exciting."

"The greater the suffering, the greater the chance of my Lord's resurrection... Praise the sulfur, light and heat will once again descend upon this world filled with the smell of decay!"

Listening to the windmill cat's mysterious words, Jilan's mind was working rapidly.

He knew in his heart that even if he used "Mind Coming" again, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat the opponent.

However, escape is also a fantasy.

'I have one last trump card.'

Gillan thought.

He put his hands in his pockets, where he kept the "letter comb" given to him by Miss Torina.

Through this token, one can summon Miss Tolina's messenger, the powerful being named "Fen Hou" Joe.

Although it is not known whether Joe can defeat the opponent, it is better than having no hope at all.

"Yelnei, Sangasuren."

The windmill cat tapped his chin with his paw and said.

"Send these humans to hell."

"Yes, Lord Pal."

The two demon lords standing beside the windmill cat bowed their heads in agreement.

There is a man and a woman. The man is three meters tall, with a dark and sturdy body. The woman is about 1.8 meters tall, with a beautiful figure.

wow——

Two demon lords spread their wings and flew over.

Alida took a deep breath and raised her hand with her fingers spread out.

"fire!"

Bear! !

I saw an orange-red flame burning on her palm, which was highly condensed and dark red in color.

Then he snapped his fingers.

Two sounds.

Two arrows made of flames flew out and headed straight for the two demon lords in the air.

The male devil among them had a hideous grin on his face.

"Flames? Ridiculous!"

It just slapped its hand back, and with a bang, the fire arrow was bounced away like a ball.

The other female devil grabbed the fire arrow with her five fingers and held it in her palm. Then she swung her hand and a thin flaming whip appeared out of thin air.

Alida looked up with an unpleasant expression.

The "match" essence she possessed was being restrained by the demon lords, making it difficult to cause effective damage.

The two demon lords were about to lean over and rush over.

At this moment.

A scarlet bolt of lightning descended from the sky—

Click! !
Lightning instantly struck the two demon lords, making a deafening noise.

At that moment, the vision of everyone present was filled with scarlet, and some outlines of lightning could still be seen on their retinas.

The bodies of the two demon lords seemed to be frozen, stagnant in mid-air.

The next second, without making any sound, their bodies seemed to be forcibly decomposed, quickly turning into dust-like particles and floating high into the sky.

"?!"

Alida stared into space, shocked.

The power of the scarlet thunder just now made him tremble in his heart. With just one strike, he easily wiped out the existence of the two demon lords.

The other four demon lords looked solemn, their pupils shrank, and they bared their teeth, looking somewhat uneasy.

"Huh?" Windmill Cat's eyes rolled and he made a surprised sound. "Alchemy?"

Click! !
Another scarlet bolt of lightning struck.

This time, go straight to the windmill cat!

"Meow!" Pal the cat called out.

He took a step forward, and his entire body left hundreds of afterimages. In an instant, he reached a hundred meters away, and his speed was even faster than lightning.

Bah! !
The scarlet thunder fell to the ground and spread out in the shape of snowflakes, and immediately hit the four hell lords who were originally standing next to the windmill cat.

Without exception, they all followed the fate of their two companions, as if they were broken down into fine particles, turning into dust and flying away on the spot.

At this moment, Jilan suddenly realized something and quickly turned his head to look behind him——

I saw an old man with gray hair, in a suit and tie, holding a white cane, standing not far away.

"Commissioner Para Celsus!"

Jilan was startled and spoke quickly.

Pala smiled and nodded in response.

He raised one hand and spread his five fingers. Countless dust fell from the sky and turned into six black spirals, gathering in his palm and finally condensing into six finger-sized devil "models".

It was those six devil lords!
The expressions of astonishment, confusion and panic on their faces are lifelike, and their movements remain in the last postures they had before death.

"Jilan, you have done a great job." Pala said, put the six miniature models into his coat pocket and walked over.

At this time, Gilan and others noticed that Pala was not alone.

There were three figures beside Pala.

Those are three men.

One of them was wearing a leather windbreaker, a cocked-brimmed hat, white gloves, and a vintage silver-plated spring-loaded pistol on his waist.

One of them had slicked back hair, wore gold-rimmed glasses, a white shirt, and black trousers, and looked like an ordinary office worker.

Another person wore a silver-white carved helmet, revealing only a pair of blue eyes filled with melancholy. He was wearing a floor-length black silk robe, and his entire body was covered tightly.

Seeing this scene, the corresponding name suddenly popped up in Jilan's mind -

"Skullmelting Knight" Carl Rhaegar.

"The Silent Knight" Adams Celedonio.

Agni Baldwin, the "Silver Crown Knight".

There is also the "White Staff Knight" Para Celsus, who replaced the "Bloody Knight" who had defected and became the new Knight Commander.

The four knights under the command of the "Crippled King" are all here? !
Jilan's breathing paused.

"Did Emperor Caesar predict that the Windmill Cat would show up, so he sent his strongest forces to kill it, or was it because..."

Thinking this, he looked towards the crater that was in the process of erupting.

"The incident here has attracted the attention of the empire and has to be stopped in time?"

"You guys should have a good rest."

At this time, Pala and his four companions passed by Gilan and raised their white canes.

hum-

Scarlet arcs jumped and fell among Gilan and his group in the blink of an eye, forming a hemispherical barrier.

This barrier not only isolates the miasma, but also seems to have extremely strong protective properties.

Alida and other members of the Iron Maiden Society stared at Pala and the other three, feeling a strong sense of oppression, knowing that they were strong people whom they needed to look up to.

"The Chairman actually came here in person..."

Maiev and Kaya looked at each other in horror.

Whether it was the cat-headed man or the three men beside the chairman, they were all unfamiliar presences to them.

But what is certain is that this is definitely not a level that I can imagine.

"Pal Solomon the 'Windmill Cat'."

At this time, the old gentleman Pala stopped with his white cane, dozens of meters away from the cat-headed man.

He said calmly:
"After so many years, you are finally willing to show up... For three hundred years, we have been tracking you. In terms of hiding and escaping abilities, you must be one of the best among all the apostles in the entire Land of Gods."

"Oh my, thank you for the compliment."

The windmill cat giggled and rolled his eyes.

"Isn't this the legendary alchemist, Mr. Pala? Long time no see!"

"There are also the rivalries between the three kings: 'The Ferryman', 'The Silent One' and 'The King of the Helmets'."

"I am truly flattered that the four most trusted warriors of His Majesty the Crippled King have come together!"

The windmill cat gave an exaggerated smile.

It raised its hand and pointed to the sky. The crater was still roaring and spewing black matter continuously.

"But... I have already opened the source of the miasma. How are you going to deal with it? Are you going to fight me here and waste time, or are you going to stop the eruption?"

"Oh my, this is so annoying... If you waste one more second, a lot more people will die!"

The windmill cat's big golden eyes stopped turning and narrowed into a slit.

"Oh, by the way. Since you all came to find me together, the Owena Federation should not miss this opportunity, right?"

"As I recall... 'Saber Captain' has always wanted to execute 'Moon God's' will of change and death. Who knows, he might attack your territory!"

There was dead silence.

Pala's eyes were deep and calm, and he said nothing.

The three men beside him also remained silent.

Inside the scarlet barrier on the other side, Jilan and others didn't even dare to breathe, staring intently at the confrontation between the two sides.

"Really boring."

Windmill Cat pouted.

"Since you guys are looking for trouble with me, let's give it a try."

His pupils narrowed and became extremely cold.

"Come out, Krampus!"

A strong wind swept past.

Pala raised his white cane and said calmly:
"Krampus, the 'Christmas Devil'..."

Ji Lan's heart trembled.

Will the Windmill Cat summon his alter ego to fight against Chairman Pala and his four companions?

It seems that a war is inevitable!
...

...

God's Hometown, Corridor.

Amidst the ice and snow, stands a small wooden house.

There is also a fat snowman standing at the door.

Heavy snow fell and the biting cold wind howled.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance, walking towards the cabin.

The man seemed to be wearing a large black priest's cloak, with thick smoke like charcoal coming out of his body. Wherever he passed, the ice and snow melted.

The snowman turned his head and stared at the newcomer with his empty eye sockets. Suddenly, his carrot nose trembled.

"Lord Krampus!!"

As soon as he shouted, black flames ignited from under the snowman's feet and he quickly melted.

Before dying, the snowman screamed:
“Ah…Ah…I’m going to die again!”

Bang!
The small door of the wooden house was pushed open, and a monster with a goat's head and a human body walked out. It had a pair of red horns like scimitars on its head, a huge iron cage on its back, and a chain and iron hook in its hands.

It is the Windmill Cat's mutual self——

Krampus, the "Christmas Devil".

"Shut up, Snowman!"

Krampus let out a mighty roar.

However, the snowman had already been burned into a puddle of water by the black fire, still bubbling.

"Hmm?" Krampus turned his head suddenly, his scarlet pupils narrowed.

I saw a priest wearing a wide-brimmed hat standing quietly a few meters away from me.

"'Scorched Father' Jora Jocks!"

Krampus said solemnly.

"What do you want to see me for?"

"The lady said she wants you to die."

The priest said in a hoarse voice.

Krampus was stunned.

It couldn't understand why "Father Scorched Clothes" came to its door when it had never offended that person.

"Want me to die? Try it!"

Krampus grinned.

The priest said nothing and waved his hand.

Billowing black smoke rose into the sky like a tornado.

boom! ! !
The entire snowfield was suddenly filled with a sea of ​​black fire. The wooden hut was submerged and burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

...

...

Wait until the strong wind blows over.

The scene remained silent.

Pala and the other three looked at the windmill cat quietly.

However, nothing happened.

“Hmm?” Pal stretched out his claws and scratched his forehead, then tentatively called out again: “Krampus?”

Nothing happens.

Suddenly, the golden cat-headed man was startled, as if he had received some signal.

Its expression suddenly changed, and it looked at Pala and the other three in doubt, questioning:
"You guys even hired help?!"

(End of this chapter)