From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 431 Blood Sword

"Thank you, Mr. Leader, for your consideration."

Gillan stood up from the sofa and bowed to the red-haired man again.

"You're welcome." Caesar waved his hand. "It's because you have outstanding abilities that you deserve to be used by the empire."

"Besides this, there is a reward."

The red curly-haired young man smiled slightly, looked up at Jilan, and asked gently:
"Originally, the ministers of the Sifang Palace discussed awarding you a medal, but I think it has no practical significance and is just nonsense..."

"You are already an honorable 'Cross Knight', and you have won many medals and awards. And..."

Caesar turned his head and glanced at the white-haired old gentleman next to him.

"As Pala's student, you specialize in the mysterious alchemy. You should pursue truth and power. These worldly honors are not enough to recognize your contribution to the empire."

"So I prepared this for you."

After saying that, Caesar stood up from the sofa.

He raised his arm slightly.

Suddenly, a small wooden box appeared in his palm.

Jilan looked confused, but didn't ask any more questions. After saying thank you, he took the wooden box with both hands.

"Open it and take a look." Caesar said with a smile.

Hearing this, Jilan slowly opened the carved silver-plated lock and opened the ancient wooden box in his hand.

Click.

What came into view was a groove wrapped in red silk cloth, with a white stone card placed in the middle.

The center of this card is inlaid with a round red crystal, and in the spiritual vision, there is a faint Libra pattern.

Gillan looked surprised.

He recognized it.

When I was on a diplomatic mission to the Kingdom of Fosaka and was returning from the mission, I received one of the many gifts given by the other party.

"Sal brand?" Gilan asked.

Caesar nodded and said:
"Although the Imperial currency is also circulated in the mysterious circle, in the higher realms, the 'White Card' is the hard currency... I believe you will need it in the near future."

Gilan took out the Sal card from the box and immediately raised his brows.

Because it was placed in the groove, he couldn't see it clearly at first. It was not until he took it in his hand that he realized that there were not one, but ten Sal cards in the box!

According to teacher Pala, the actual value of a Sar card is equivalent to more than 1000 Caesars, so the gift from the head of state is worth more than 1 Caesars.

But the key is that this thing cannot be bought with money...

"Thank you, Mr. Leader." Jilan put the Sal card back, closed the lid, and saluted the red-haired young man.

The latter shook his head and said:
"This isn't really a reward, it's just a small gift from me to you."

"Huh?" Ji Lan was startled.

Then, Caesar flicked his hand into the air.

A strong smell of blood suddenly spread and filled the entire room.

Jilan even saw a ball of scarlet gas visible to the naked eye coming out from the other party's palm, like thick smoke.

In Caesar's hand, a thick stream of black and red blood gathered, and the blood beads quickly condensed into a luxurious and enchanting knight's sword.

The sword is 1.2 meters long, three fingers wide, and has double edges.

The sword was iron black in color, with a bumpy surface, as if it had been through countless battles, with indelible blood stains. These blood stains seemed to have life, full of resentment, constantly twisting and wriggling on the sword, but never dripping.

The hand guard that was bent upward into a horseshoe shape was made of silvery metal with patterns engraved on the surface.

The hilt is thick in the middle and thin at both ends, with a silver-plated protrusion in the shape of a ring. The pommel is a round coin-shaped decoration, the center is also black, but it is as shiny as a mirror.

"This is the sword of Herman Tullio, the 'Bloody Knight', one of the four great knights of the Knights of the past."

Caesar held the knight's sword horizontally with one hand and said lightly.

"'Blood Sword' McCarthy."

"Blood Sword..."

Gilan stared at the knight's sword in the Führer's hand. Even before he touched it, he could feel the oncoming sharpness and the unconcealed brutal aura from the sword.

He couldn't help but think of the deeds of the "Bloody Knight" Hermann Tullio...

According to teacher Pala, this person was the only knight commander in the former "Healing Knights" who betrayed the leader William and defected to the enemy.

"So the leader gave me his sword in the hope that he would train me to be the fifth Knight Commander who could replace the Blood Knight?"

Gillan couldn't help but think.

"This sword is made of an unknown ore from the depths of the Blood Sea, and was forged by the September Apostle 'Old Man Salt Spring' himself."

"It can turn into drops of blood and merge into the body of the sword holder, so it can be used anytime and anywhere. It is extremely sharp and tough, and can also devour the blood of the enemy, constantly increasing its power."

"Back then, Hermann galloped across the battlefield with this sword, killing countless people... Now, I will give it to you."

The man with long red curly hair looked calm, with a faint smile on his face, and said:

"Jilan, accept the gift."

At this moment, Jilan felt an inexplicable pressure, but after taking a deep breath, he still knelt on one knee.

Caesar held the sword horizontally and lightly touched Gillan's shoulders and head with the tip of the sword.

Finally, he held the sword horizontally with both hands and handed it over.

"Knight, take the sword."

"Thank you, Lord President, for the sword."

Jilan stood up again, took the sword from the leader with both hands, lowered his head slightly, and said in a deep voice.

The leader smiled and nodded without saying anything else.

Para Celsus on the side reminded:
"Use your spirituality to urge it."

"Yes, teacher." Jilan agreed softly.

He followed his teacher's instructions, activated his own spirituality, and focused his attention on the knight's sword in his hand.

hum-

Suddenly, the blood sword named McCarthy began to tremble slightly in Gilan's hand.

Another bang was heard.

It exploded into a ball of blood, enveloped Gilan, and then merged into his body.

Jilan felt a little magical, but did not feel any discomfort.

"I hope you can hold the sword and cut through the thorns."

Führer Caesar spoke up and smiled.

Gilan leaned on his cane, took off his hat and bowed deeply to him.

...

...

night.

The celebration banquet ended successfully.

Guillen left the Quadrangle and drove back to his apartment on Morales Street.

At this time, the lights in the living room of the apartment were still on. The cook and the maids had gone upstairs to bed, but the butler, old Charles, had not yet gone to bed and was still waiting in the living room for the young master to come back.

As soon as he heard the roar of the engine, Ciel came to the door of the apartment and stood there.

"Master, you are back."

He put one hand behind his back and bowed his head respectfully.

"Yes." Gillan strode over and glanced at the gray-haired old butler. "It's so late, old Charles, you should go to bed first."

"Okay. If you have any other instructions, please call me anytime."

Old Charles said.

Jilan secretly sighed at the steward's diligence and then nodded.

The two entered the apartment, and old Charles made him a cup of hot milk to help him sleep, and then went upstairs to rest.

Jilan sat alone on the sofa in the living room, drinking freshly brewed hot milk and letting out a long sigh.

Today's celebration banquet was not physically demanding, but it was quite mentally taxing. After all, he really didn't like so-called social engagements. He basically relied on his "perfect personality" throughout the whole process, chatting and laughing with many high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the empire with impeccable words and deeds.

He recalled how he had traveled through time, from a prisoner sentenced to death, to his current position at the center of imperial power, and he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion.

The head of state, Caesar Gidde, was even planning to train him as his confidant to replace Pala.

This pressure is growing.

The root cause of this problem is the hard flaw in strength.

Just as Teacher Pala said, he originally only hoped that Jilan could learn a few true skills, so that he would have enough strength to hold the fort before his death. Strength is the confidence.

"Although I can now wrestle with 5th-level Kyuubi, and even kill some physically weaker opponents, this is still not enough..."

Gillan rubbed his temple and sighed.

'My real combat power exceeds that of my peers, but I rely heavily on the power of "Wang Lin", which is not sustainable.'

"Not to mention reaching the level of Mr. Pala, at least you need to have a combat power of level 6 to be able to take on this important task."

"I wonder when the gathering place of fire elements in the God's Land will appear again..."

He leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, and there was silence all around him.

Just rest like this for ten to twenty minutes.

Jilan sat up again and drank the cooled milk in one gulp.

Gulu.

He put the cup down and licked his lips.

Immediately he raised his hand and spread out his five fingers.

wow——

I saw a blood mist spreading in the palm of my hand, which then condensed into a ball of blood and extended into a terrifying knight's sword.

It is the "Blood Sword" McCarthy bestowed by today's head of state.

Jilan raised his other hand and brushed it across the coffee table in front of him.

Two clangs.

Two exquisite and heavy canes, one blue and one gray, were placed side by side on it.

Gilan looked at the three weapons with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Now that I have the Blood Sword, the Staff of Justice and the Staff of Laughter will probably be of little use... It would be a waste to keep them. How about finding Baron Opal and selling them?"

But the next second, he suddenly let out a light exclamation.

Because colorful lights slowly appeared in the sight.

"Colorful" had some unusual movements at this time.

Gilan discovered that the outlines of the three weapons in front of him were faintly glowing with colorful light, which extended twisting rays of light and gathered on the Blood Sword, making it the most intense, while the other two staffs were slightly dimmer.

He observed for a while and seemed to get some inspiration.

"Wait... can I use alchemy to disassemble these two weapons and recast them into the Blood Sword?"

Gillan frowned again.

'But I am not the mystic of the Crucible, the Holy Grail, the Path of the January Flood, and I do not understand the secrets of creation.'

He tried to pick up the two canes with his left hand and hold the blood sword with his right hand.

And in his eyes, a translucent number appeared, just like the requirement hint given when deducing or learning new knowledge——

1000.

"By consuming 1000 points of mystical energy, can I disassemble and recast these two walking sticks to strengthen the Blood Sword?"

Ji Lan raised his eyebrows.

After some thought, he decided to give it a try.

Take a deep breath and say secretly:
'gorgeous! '

hum-

In the corner of my sight, the number that originally displayed as "2439" suddenly dropped to "1439".

After consuming a full 1000 energy points, Jilan suddenly had an idea.

He wasted no time and clenched his left hand immediately.

His eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice:
"untie!"

Crack!

Crackling! !
With the powerful flow of energy from the "Philosopher's Stone" in the body, the "Sage's Secret Pattern" on the palm is fully activated, thus performing alchemy.

Silver arcs were densely packed, and the light shone in the living room, making the sofa, coffee table, and walls a silver-blue color.

The Staff of Justice and the Staff of Laughter held in his left hand disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye and turned into microscopic particle-like powder.

The powder spiraled and floated up.

Jilan took the opportunity to hold the sword with both hands and said:
"Refining!"

Gray and green spiral powder floated along and gathered on the blood sword, wrapping it tightly.

Crack!

The silver electric light suddenly became more dazzling.

Buzz! !
A piercing noise like a thousand buzzing bees.

Jilan's eyes were reflected so brightly that they sparkled silver, and a smile spread across his face.

"It's done!"

When the light faded, the knight's sword in his hand did not change much, except that the black color of the blade and the handle was stained with a hint of blue-gray.

At the same time, Gillan inexplicably learned that this "Blood Sword" McCarthy had an additional ability to transform.

He did not make any unnecessary movements, but just moved his mind, and the sword in his hand turned into a blood clot, and then condensed into a blue-gray cane.

Its appearance is like a combination of the Cane of Justice and the Cane of Laughter, a T-shaped cane covered with carvings and indelible blood stains.

It gives people a strange feeling of being restrained yet fierce.

'Change again.'

Ji Lan secretly thought.

The spiritual power was activated again, and the cane turned into a blood clot, and then condensed into a ferocious sheep-horn iron hammer with thorns at the front and a blade at the back.

"From this perspective, the deformation ability of the two walking sticks has been inherited by the Blood Sword... At the same time, it can also burn green gunpowder to increase the high-temperature burning effect."

Gillan observed the hammer in his hand, and finally chose to transform it back into the form of a cane, getting used to holding it.

"It's the icing on the cake, more suitable for different scenes and situations... In terms of the most lethality, the original blood sword form is still the most powerful."

He pondered over Banlan's unusual behavior just now, as if thinking about something.

It would have been impossible for Gilan to fuse the three weapons using alchemy by himself. He mainly relied on the power of "Colorful" and consumed points to achieve this.

Gillan was quite surprised.

Because there seems to be many other special features of "Colorful" that have not been revealed.

But every time he discovered something, he was surprised.

as if……

"Colorful" seems to be omnipotent.

Jilan took a deep breath and stood up holding the bloody staff.

He turned off the lights in the living room, went upstairs and went straight back to the master bedroom.

Gillan took off his hat and coat, hung them on the coat rack, walked to the counter by the wall, and turned on the projector.

He took out the real films that he had seen in the past and equipped them with mercury batteries.

After this trip to the Stuttgart Empire, Gillan realized that "color" could change the characters in the film, and he wanted to go back to these movies and give it a try.

"I just don't know if I can get past the February Apostle's Assistant Scriptwriter, Ms. Hera..."

Gillan thought to himself, silently waiting for the film to finish.

About two hours later.

The film series "Human Will" that was currently playing ended and subtitles began to scroll.

He raised his hands and clapped, making a few clapping sounds.

After more than ten seconds, the screen went black and vertical noise spots flashed. Then, the image of the dark room appeared again.

A lady in plaid pajamas sat on a sofa surrounded by countless monitors.

But before Jilan could speak, the other party spoke first:

"...There is no need to review the videos you have already watched, especially after you have been promoted to a Kyushu."

"Uh." Gilan was speechless. After a brief silence, he smiled and asked, "Ms. Hera, can't you be flexible?"

On the curtain, the lady turned her head to look.

The monitor on her neck showed a serious expression, and a unique voice said:

"This is an order left by the 'director'."

(End of this chapter)