From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 451 Accident
"Since you three are on the same page, I will give you a chance to choose."

Gilan held the blood staff with a bell tied to it and slowly put on his hat like a gentleman on a trip.

Then he turned around and spoke to the gambling representatives from the Priory of the Stars and the Spiritual Society.

His expression was calm and his tone was gentle.

"You can join forces and attack me together, but I will not show mercy... Either you die or you win, there is only one result."

"Of course, there is another option."

"I'll choose another one!"

Before Jilan finished speaking, the bald Nasim spoke first.

He coughed and added:
"There is no need to fight anymore..."

As he spoke, Nasim turned his head and looked at the two female magicians from the Spiritual Society, and they both nodded.

"As Mr. Gillan said, we are on the same page and there is no need to fight to the death. Regardless of who wins this bet, I believe the final result will be beneficial to us."

Nasim said.

"I have to thank Mr. Gillan for showing mercy to us before... I give up this bet on behalf of the Star Hermitage."

"We at the 'Spiritual Society' also abstained."

The long-haired female magician echoed.

Hearing this, Jilan just smiled.

He was not surprised by this result.

The interests of the three ancient secret sects are the same, and they all lean towards the Bremen Empire. No matter which side wins the bet, it is an acceptable result.

Of course, this was a compromise only after seeing Gilan's strength with their own eyes. Otherwise, Nasim and the two female magicians would not give up so easily.

But now, they have completely lost the confidence to fight against Gilan.

Since the result is acceptable, why bother to die?

"very good."

Gillan had a smile on his face.

"Next you..."

But just as he was about to say something, the smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

What replaced it was solemnity.

Jilan suddenly turned his head and looked at the side of the tower platform.

Just as Nasim and the two female magicians were puzzled, everyone heard a joking voice:

"Oh my, I seem to have missed a wonderful performance..."

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

A figure suddenly appeared from outside the tower, as if flying up, and landed lightly on the platform.

Everyone inside and outside the film was shocked.

This uninvited guy had a big golden cat head and was wearing a gorgeous suit with purple stripes.

'The windmill cat...'

Ji Lan frowned.

'How did it get here?!'

This is clearly not the original plot development.

He suddenly thought of something, and glanced at the red-haired female student Lilia Eng who was still sleeping, and understood.

"Yes, Lilia should have died at the museum masquerade, but since I took her away early, the windmill cat followed her?"

Gillan was thinking.

The familiar cat-headed man licked his paw with his tongue, looking lazy, and said:

"Oh, my delicious friend, thank you very much for the food you threw down. Although it stinks a bit, the high-quality spirituality and branding are fantastic!"

As it spoke, it stopped licking its paws and looked at Jilan with its pair of golden vertical pupils as big as eggs.

"Hehe, hehe, delicious friend, we meet again... I missed you very much after we parted at the volcano last time. How about taking advantage of this rare opportunity to let me taste you?"

Hearing this, Jilan's heart trembled.

This windmill cat in front of me...

It actually knows what happened in real life!
No, to be precise, there is a certain connection between it and the original body, so that even the image preserved in the real film has a trace of the original body's will.

As far as Gilan knew, "Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon was an extremely special apostle.

He was once one of the four archangels under the command of the original Hour "Noon Dawn", the "Angel of Pentacles" named "Polaris". After his fall, he became the messenger of the ancient evil god "Lord Sulfur".

Now it seems that compared to other apostles, the "Windmill Cat" not only has two selves, but can also project a trace of will into all real films.

"Its target is very clear, Lilia and me..."

Ji Lan secretly thought.

He knew very well that the other party was Apostle Wuwo. Even though he lacked the "Philosopher's Stone" as the core of his body and could only exert the power of the fifth level, his actual combat level was by no means comparable to those guys from the three major secret societies.

"You three, please go first."

Gilan said without taking his eyes off the windmill cat for even a second, and without turning his head.

"By the way... help me take that red-haired girl away as well. Don't let her stay in the tower."

"it is good."

Although Nasim and others didn't know what had happened, and didn't understand why Gillan was still protecting a film protagonist at this time, they knew that now was not the time to ask questions.

The three of them made a prompt decision, with the short-haired female magician holding Lilia, and ran towards the stairs together.

Seeing this, the other surviving protagonists of the film also fled from the tower platform.

Only Jilan and Windmill Cat were left standing there confronting each other.

The Windmill Cat did not try to stop them, but watched the crowd escape with interest.

"Oh my, how did you know that I came here for the red-haired man's delicious snack?"

Its pair of golden eyes rolled around twice.

"Oh, I see... I'm afraid this isn't the real world."

"..."

Gillan took a deep breath.

He didn't expect that the windmill cat in front of him actually guessed the truth and knew that he was just an image in history.

At this moment.

The audience from the six forces outside the venue were all shocked by the sudden appearance of the Windmill Cat.

"The evil god's messenger 'Windmill Cat'?"

In the Chessboard Manor, Ms. Crow sat at the round table with a solemn tone. Baron Opal beside her hurriedly said to the leader:

"Ms. Mei Weng, we must stop this gambling fight immediately. The result is already out... The film is being interfered with by the 'Windmill Cat'. Hurry up and wake up Mr. Blood Owl!"

"Don't worry."

Ms. Mei Weng waved her hands calmly.

"With the Queen of Diamonds watching over the entire process, Blood Owl will be fine... Let's wait and see."

...

...

Gillan didn't waste any more time talking to the Windmill Cat.

He made the first move.

In this gambling fight, the people from the three secret societies were not worthy of him showing his true strength.

But we, the Windmill Cats, are qualified.

Bang! !

The black, blood-stained cane fell like lightning and was caught by a furry claw.

Accompanied by a loud bang, turbulent airflow spread in all directions.

"What a strength!"

The Windmill Cat said in surprise, with a meaningful look in his eyes.

"My delicious friend, your progress really amazes me..."

As he was speaking, a clear bell sound was heard.

Ding dong!

A pair of bells hung on the handle of the cane ring by themselves.

However, the Windmill Cat remained indifferent. He just glanced at the pair of bells, his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing his sharp teeth.

Suddenly, billowing black smoke came out of its hands, and a pungent smell of sulfur accompanied by high-temperature air waves rushed towards Jilan.

Jilan's eyes were cold, he pulled out his cane and chopped it vertically again.

But this time, the cane quickly transformed into the form of a knight's sword, slashing out a sharp and long silver sword light.

puff! !
The Windmill Cat raised his hand to block, but his entire arm was chopped off.

It looked surprised, but without any panic or pain, as if the fallen hand was not its own at all.

呲味——

From the broken arm of the windmill cat, hot flames like magma gushed out, and boiling blood dripped onto the ground, igniting the flames.

"Interesting, interesting..."

It says.

"This sword looks familiar, and your swordsmanship looks familiar, too."

As he was speaking, the flames and magma spewing out of the windmill cat's broken arm gathered into a giant arm more than ten meters long in the blink of an eye, and slapped towards Jilan with one claw.

Boom! ! !

The tower platform shook, more cracks appeared on the ground, and gravel flew everywhere.

Gilan emerged from the black smoke.

At this time, his hands and feet had entered the "Partial King's Presence" state and were wearing stone bone armor.

The giant flaming hand missed the first strike and then made another large-scale sweep.

Gilan couldn't dodge in time and had to cross his arms in front of him.

Bang! !

"Ahhh, this is fun!"

The windmill cat laughed.

The giant flaming arm grabbed Jilan and pressed him to the ground, crushing him all the way.

Boom boom boom!
Boom! !
Four or five spiral stone pillars on the edge of the platform broke on the spot, and the collapse splashed up countless pieces of rubble.

It seemed that this place could no longer withstand the fight between the two and began to collapse, with stones and dust falling like rain to the bottom of the tower.

Gurgling.

More and more magma began to seep out from under the cat-headed man's feet, and billowing black smoke rose into the sky.

Its gorgeous dress burst into flames.

The entire figure, like a demon from hell, grew larger and larger until it became a giant about four meters tall, covered in flames.

The audience outside the stadium stared at this scene intently.

The intensity of this battle has definitely reached the upper limit of the threshold of the mortal world. No one expected that the purple-eyed young man could fight against the apostles.

Although at present, we are at a disadvantage.

But soon, the audience outside the theater all showed expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

There was only a whistle that resounded through the sky.

Woo! ! !
Amidst the billowing black smoke, a figure wearing armor and a crown appeared.

In one hand he was dragging a huge, ferocious hammer, the head of which was shaped like a locomotive, with flames burning in the iron windows on both sides.

With his other hand, he held up a giant flaming hand that was larger than his own, and then he stepped forward. Behind him, a scarlet translucent illusory cloak danced wildly, emitting a black aura that looked like a human face.

"That's...Gilan Iros?!"

Everyone was stunned.

Ms. Crow of Midnight Rose, Baron Opal and others even stood up suddenly.

"Ms. Mei Weng, has Mr. Xue Xiao... reached the limit of the mortal world?!"

"..."

Ms. Mei Weng said nothing.

Under the plaster old man's mask on her face, her eyes were filled with shock.

"I'm afraid the empire will give birth to a second Para Celsus."

The lady just sighed deeply.

When everyone present heard this, they found it incredible.

woo-

The train whistle pierced through the screen, deafening.

The armored figure swung a hammer, dragging a trail of flames, and slammed into the chest of the fire giant like a train!
Boom! !
The top of the tower exploded like fireworks and then collapsed.

(End of this chapter)