From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 371 Silver Bottle Fourteen
Snap, clack.

Swift and heavy footsteps echoed in the night streets. A two-meter-tall humanoid beast quickly passed by rows of tightly closed doors, spilling smelly blood along the way.

Tick.

Tick-tock.

Fried was seriously injured at the moment, and he ran for his life, covering his bloody chest.

The guy chasing him relentlessly made his scalp tingle and his heart beat fast.

He hasn't been this embarrassed for a long time.

As a favorite disciple of the "Red Duke", Fried's expertise lies more in "human alchemy", so he founded the "grafting school" in an attempt to explore the mystery of the combination of the human body and all things.

He has always been proud of his own physique, and even looked down on other "weak" alchemists because of this, believing that their bodies were vulnerable.

In addition, he himself is a 4th-level Kyushu with extraordinary strength, so even in "Midnight Rose", he is a respected and admired senior member.

He is like a big shot in the eyes of others.

But what happened tonight was a huge blow to him!

The blond young man was obviously younger than him, but he was stronger than him...

It was understood that the other party was a third-class civilian and had been Madam McCalla's apprentice for only about half a year.

But in such a short period of time, that guy actually mastered an alchemy array that even he couldn't recognize!

He could only watch as the other party dismantled and rebuilt the second floor of the stone and wood house, brutally slaughtering the members of the "Grafting School".

Fried's heart was bleeding.

The power he had painstakingly built up over the years was destroyed so easily... and he himself was like a stray dog, running for his life with his tail between his legs!

"Go further and you will reach my father's estate, where his other students are..."

As Fried looked at the increasingly remote yet familiar street scene, hope for life ignited in his heart.

He took a deep breath and ran as fast as he could, ignoring the fatigue from the blood loss and the severe pain all over his body.

But what Fried didn't know was.

Gillan followed behind him, catching up at a leisurely pace. His eyes were calm, and his running movements were elegant and calm, in contrast to Fried's embarrassed appearance.

In fact, it's not that he can't catch up, but he is trying to play the long game and catch bigger fish, intending to hunt more targets.

Since you want to hunt to your heart's content, you won't give up easily.

While chasing, Jillian accidentally discovered that the patterns on the stone pavement in the street were quite strange. They seemed to be chaotic, but in fact they concealed some kind of rules.

If you broaden your vision and look at the entire street from a distance, you can find that the many patterns on the ground seem to be able to be pieced together into a thick "arc".

And this "arc" seems to be a small part of a larger pattern... like a piece of a puzzle.

Jilan's eyes narrowed and he remembered this detail.

"For some unknown reason, the Sakya royal family summoned craftsmen a few months ago to build five tall towers in Andea, and carved strange patterns on the stone roads..."

He was thinking about it when he suddenly raised his eyes.

Fried, who was running wildly in front, was finally picked up by someone.

There were five people in total, three women and two men, led by the familiar curly-haired woman who had attacked Flamel in the woods near the cabin.

Gilan also smashed the other party's alchemical creatures made of various creatures with his "mud stick". As for the lion-headed monster "Charlie", he disassembled it into pieces and studied it for more than half a month.

"Mr. Freed, what are you doing?!"

When the curly-haired woman and her group saw Fried's miserable condition, their faces changed drastically and they asked in astonishment.

But Fried was not willing to stop and explain patiently. He shouted:
"Where is my father?!"

"Teacher Borol is not in the manor, but... maybe he went to a secret base."

The curly-haired woman answered honestly.

Fried walked right past the five of them and ordered without even turning his head:
"Help me stop the people behind me!"

"The person behind...?"

The curly-haired girl and others were startled at first, then turned their heads to look.

I saw a tall young man with blood-red hair down to his waist, running towards me at an extremely fast speed with a terrifying sense of oppression.

The familiar face and indifferent expression of the other party made the curly-haired girl and others' heartbeats pause for a beat.

“Is… is it that guy?!”

They were shocked.

Although Gilan's appearance had changed, this group of people still recognized him... It was because the impression Gilan left on them was too deep.

"Whoever stands in the way will die." Jilan said indifferently.

The curly-haired girl and her group were about to summon their own alchemical creatures, but before they could act, the young man had already dragged a blurry afterimage past them.

A strong wind swept past.

Chichichichichichi!!

They only saw a flash of a gray cross sword with a basket of flowers, leaving a six-pointed star pattern on their retina, and then they felt a pain in their neck and eyebrows, and their consciousness fell into deep darkness and silence.

The sounds of plops rang out almost simultaneously.

The five men's expressions froze, with fine sword marks as wide as knuckles left between their brows and throats, and they fell to the ground with a bang.

Immediately, the corpse was like a shattered sand sculpture, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a handful of powder and flew away.

Gillan ignored the mysterious points jumping in the corner of his sight, biting Fried's "tail" like a ghost and continued to chase him.

Freed looked back and was almost frightened to death.

“This guy…this guy!!”

He roared like crazy in his heart. Although the five curly-haired girls were not very strong, they were still his father's apprentices. But they couldn't even stop that guy, and they were all killed instantly by him? !

"Father isn't here!"

Fred was in a state of panic and nervousness.

"He must have gone to Chessboard Manor! Right! How could I have forgotten this... As long as I escape there, this guy won't be able to find me!"

He quickly pulled out a golden horse-head chess piece from his pocket and mobilized his spiritual power to activate it.

The "Knight Chess" in his hand suddenly shone brightly.

The next second, Fried, who was running wildly, disappeared from reality and appeared on a lawn with no visible edge.

"Huh..." Freed panted, breathing in the unique fragrance of "Chessboard Manor" and smiled with relief. "Finally saved!"

He fell to his knees without caring about his image.

It was as if I had just walked out of hell.

But behind me, there was a sudden sound of light footsteps stepping on the grass.

rustle.

Fried was startled and looked back, then he stood there in a daze as if he had been struck by lightning.

"How can it be?!"

His pupils shrank sharply.

"Why can you come in too?!"

Fried saw the blood-haired young man standing not far away.

In the other party's hand, he was holding a "Knight Chess" that was exactly the same as his own!
"How come you are an official member of 'Midnight Rose'... and have the same 'Knight Chess' as me?!"

"Guess?" Jilan grinned, his face full of cruelty.

He raised his hand, holding a silver revolver, and pulled the trigger at Fried, who was also at the end of his strength.

Bang bang bang! !
After several shots, fierce firepower poured towards the face and chest of the humanoid beast.

There was a continuous muffled puffing sound.

Fried's body was pushed and shaken by the impact of the bullet, and finally he fell into a pool of blood with his head raised, stunned.

Jilan walked over, picked up the "Laughing Sword" and swung it, beheading the humanoid beast.

Immediately, he bent down and reached out to touch it.

Freed began to decay rapidly, turning into a powdery substance that drifted away.

In the corner of Jillan's sight, the lottery number "1289" jumped and became "1589".

Fried contains a full 300 points of mysterious energy!
"A 4th-level Kyuzoku has a lot of points indeed."

Gillan grinned.

But soon, he was surprised to find that next to the color number in his eyes, there was an extra colorful pattern, which was the kingdom's mark symbolizing the 4th-level "referee" essence!

"I have captured Freed's Kingdom Mark..."

A flash of light suddenly appeared in Jilan's mind, and he understood something.

"Yes... After death, the long-lived will become a "Nightmare Monument", but if I corrupt them directly, this situation is likely to happen."

He remembered two world laws that Mr. A had mentioned, one of which was "Everything exists, and everything leaves a trace."

The "Nightmare Monument" is a product formed under the action of this law, and is a trace of the existence of the Long-lived Ones. Its essence is a mixture of the kingdom's imprint, obsession, and residual power, and has a mysterious power that can drag people into nightmares.

But after Jilan used "Banlan" to corrupt, it was equivalent to cutting off the source of the "Nightmare Monument" before it was formed, taking away the kingdom's imprint and power in it, making it impossible for it to form again.

At this moment, Jilan suddenly realized something and looked up ahead.

I saw three figures rushing across the lawn.

Through spiritual vision, the two women and one man were all 4th-level Jiushi. According to the description in the "Guidelines", they were all outstanding students of the "Red Duke" Borol Dupu, and were also formal members of the "Midnight Rose".

"Fried is dead?!"

After the three arrived, they looked at the bloodstains on the ground in confusion, and then confronted the blood-haired young man from a distance of more than ten meters.

"How... could you come into Chessboard Manor and kill Freed?!"

"..."

Jilan did not answer the other party's question, but looked at them in silence, and then grinned a creepy and ferocious smile.

"Three more delicious prey have arrived."

"prey?"

The three long-time Night Rose members frowned.

They didn't know the blood-haired young man in front of them, but they could tell that he was also a 4th-level Jiushi... But the strange thing was that this person always exuded a sense of danger that made their hair stand on end.

"This person is not a member of 'Night Rose', but he was able to enter 'Chessboard Manor'. This is very suspicious."

A woman with braided hair spoke coldly to her companions.

"To be on the safe side, let's go together. After we capture him, we'll hand him over to Mr. Red Duke and see what secrets he's hiding."

"Okay." The other two nodded in agreement.

But just as the three were about to take action, they suddenly felt a fierce air surge.

He looked up and his pupils shrank sharply.

Behind the blood-haired young man, a three-meter-high gray stone skeleton sculpture slowly emerged!
"what is that……"

The three of them were startled.

(End of this chapter)