From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 464 Cloak
On the dirty streets, the stone pavement is covered with a thick layer of dark brown feces and sewage. It is even difficult to tell whether it is human or livestock excrement. When you step on it, you can clearly feel an uncomfortable and slippery feeling.

The air was filled with a pungent stench that stung the eyes.

Jilan remained calm and walked forward.

Soon, he met a patrol team of guards wrapped in turbans at the intersection ahead.

But this time, Gilan didn't intend to pay attention to these guys. He walked slowly into a side alley and waited for the guards to leave.

At the same time, he took advantage of this time to close his eyes.

Consciousness sank.

Gillan entered into his own spiritual kingdom.

He came to the cross sword bonfire at the top of the Heart Tower and threw the film he had just received into it.

Bear!
The real film belonging to Afu was soon licked, burned and devoured by the flames.

A mysterious and powerful invisible force then fed back and acted on the "Mad King" on the Thumb Throne.

Ilos stood up from the throne.

The translucent cloak on his back suddenly caught fire, and then the fire grew bigger and bigger.

The illusory cloak was reborn in the flames and became real again. But this time it became very wide and long, even dragging on the ground.

Its entire body is scarlet in color, as if it were bathed in blood.

If you look closely, you can find that the cloak is actually made up of blood-colored feathers. It is called a cloak, but it looks more like a luxurious and mysterious blood-feather cloak.

It can wrap up the "Mad King" completely.

Gilan could clearly feel that this new cloak could move according to his will, like an extra limb, quite flexible and changeable.

And the scarlet cloak, like a train hammer, contains the power of the law!
"His Majesty Afu said that this strand of law can make up for my shortcomings. I see..."

Gillan had an epiphany.

The power of the new cloak consists of three aspects.

First, it can curl up and stretch at will, and has extremely strong mysterious resistance and defense capabilities. Combined with Jilan's secret skill of unloading "reflow", it can be said to be even more powerful.

Secondly, it can harden temporarily, and the edge of the cloak will become extremely sharp, like a blade. In close combat, it can achieve the effect of surprise.

Thirdly, it can split out into independent blood feathers and throw them out as one of Jilan's few long-range offensive means.

It can attack or defend, and can attack from far or near.

The new cloak brings comprehensive benefits to the "Mad King", and is another great improvement to his overall strength!

...

...

Gillan opened his eyes in the dirty alley and a smile appeared on his face.

The strengthening of the "Mad King" put him in a good mood.

At this time, the patrol guards had left, so Gillan walked out of the alley again and went straight across the intersection.

After walking a little deeper, he finally came to the center of the town and stopped in front of a small Dawn Church.

According to the original plot, the area near this church is where the "windmill cat" appears.

But this time, Gilan failed to find the other party.

He knew that the "Windmill Cat" was very special and was not completely controlled by the plot, so there was great uncertainty.

So this situation was also within his expectations.

Gillan searched the area near the church without success, so he expanded his search area, walking through the quiet and deserted streets, using his psychic vision at full capacity.

Almost half an hour later.

Gilan searched almost half of the town.

Just as he was wondering whether the "Windmill Cat" was deliberately hiding, Ji Lan finally found the other party's trace in a residential area in the south of the city.

I saw a golden cat-headed man in a black robe standing alone at the door of a house, with his hands clasped together and his head bowed in prayer towards the cross painted on the wooden door.

As Gillan approached, the windmill cat chuckled twice:

"Oh my, look who's here?"

It raised its head, its mouth stretched to its ears, revealing a mouth full of hideous, wriggling fangs.

"Oh, my delicious friend, we meet again... You came here on purpose this time, so I guess you didn't come here to chat with me."

"What do you say, Pal?"

Jilan said calmly.

"Tsk tsk." Windmill Cat put his hands behind his back and paced back and forth, looking up and down at the purple-eyed young man. "It seems that your last victory has blinded your eyes with arrogance, and you dare to come to me on your own initiative..."

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time."

Jilan swung his staff, and in the midst of blood mist, it turned into a knight's sword.

"I want this film of yours."

"Oh wow!" Windmill Cat burst into laughter. "My delicious friend, you are so funny!"

As it laughed, it revealed a ferocious look. It was obvious that the last death had made it hate Jilan very much.

"In that case, I will play with you seriously this time—"

Windmill Cat said.

It raised a chubby paw and waved its fingers.

call!
A ball of lava as big as a human head, burning with raging flames, flew towards Jilan at a rapid speed.

Jilan remained calm, dodged to the left, and left a blurry afterimage.

The lava ball flew through the air and hit the street behind him with a loud bang.

It was like several grenades exploding at the same time, creating a huge fireball, with high-temperature aftermath and flying sparks scattering everywhere.

The windmill cat missed the first attack, but was not in a hurry. It raised its paw and tried again.

"Hehehe..." It laughed strangely. "Do you smell it? My delicious friend, this is the smell of hell."

Swish swish swish! !
One after another, slag fireballs attacked Gilan's position like machine guns.

Jilan had a cold face, dodged left and right, and rushed towards the windmill cat through the rain of fireballs.

He held the Knight's Sword and split the fireball that he could not dodge. The silver sword light flashed and made a clanging sound.

The slag was cut open and exploded into two fireballs, passing by Jilan. In less than a few breaths, Jilan had already attacked the windmill cat. Without saying a word, he chopped it down with a move of the universe sword skill.

The brilliant silver light is like a silk thread.

Clang! !

But the windmill cat narrowed its eyes, raised its paw, and took Jilan's sword with a sharp and crisp sound.

Sparks flew, illuminating the faces of both of them.

Jilan took a quick glance and found that the windmill cat's claws had turned into an obsidian-like shiny texture at some point. They were quite hard and could ignore the sharpness of his sword.

"die!"

Jilan shouted coldly.

He held the sword in both hands and swung out six or seven times in the blink of an eye.

The exquisite sword skills were brought into play to perfection in his hands, with a sense of murderous beauty.

A silver light flashed across the sky, forming a hexagram that enveloped the entire Windmill Cat.

Clang clang clang clang clang!!
The golden cat-headed man was not in a hurry. He moved one of his obsidian claws to the left and right, catching each sword accurately.

"Whip," it laughed.

As he spoke, a ball of wriggling golden magma suddenly appeared in his other hand, and then suddenly extended out and turned into a long, high-temperature fire whip.

Phew—pop!

The fire whip is like a snake, moving in a winding manner.

Jilan quickly switched from offense to defense, changing his sword moves.

The sword light that was originally slashed out turned into silver dots, surrounding the body and forming an arc-shaped halo.

There was a bang.

Jilan was severely whipped by the fire whip and flew backwards.

His sword moves were defeated by the windmill cat's whip!

Dengdengdeng.

After landing, Gilan took several steps back. The pain he suffered from the fight with Afu became more serious at this moment.

He raised his head expressionlessly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The windmill cat swung the fire whip and laughed:
"Ah my, my delicious friend, what's wrong with you? You dare to come to me even though you're injured? Do you look down on the invincible Windmill Cat?"

Gillan said nothing, but took a deep breath.

If possible, he would certainly gather his strength and come back to look for Windmill Cat again, but the problem was that this was his only chance to review the movie.

If you can't get all the negatives at once, you'll miss it.

He stepped on the ground and moved closer to the windmill cat again.

But it is obvious that Windmill Cat does not like close combat.

The cat-headed man swung a fire whip across a distance of more than ten meters and hit Jilan in an attempt to stop him.

shhhhh!

Crack!

Mars and high-temperature magma splashed everywhere, and heat waves hit us in the face.

Jilan kept dodging and wielding the knight's sword to parry and deflect the fire whip.

The Windmill Cat took the opportunity to raise his other hand and waved towards the sky.

"Come! My little cuties!"

As soon as it finished speaking, a huge and intricate magic circle appeared in the air above its head, with a dazzling golden-red luster all over, like a branding iron.

Rumble!
Billowing black smoke filled with pungent sulfur smell billowed out, covering the sky above the entire street.

Then, irregular lava balls as big as carriages and as small as millstones were summoned out from the magic circle and fell like a meteorite rain.

A dull whistling sound suddenly appeared, captivating the heart.

Ji Lan's heart trembled.

Compared to its playful attitude last time, Windmill Cat was obviously serious this time, and the hell spells it used were more difficult and powerful than the last.

Boom! !
A lava ball taller than a person fell down, and was narrowly avoided by Jilan, but it still splashed countless lava sparks.

A huge dent was smashed into the stone pavement, raising dust and gravel several meters high.

As the high-temperature shock wave swept past, Jilan felt as if his hair was on fire and his skin was burning and stinging.

This is not over yet.

He had just jumped away and regained his balance when two slightly smaller lava balls appeared on the left and right, blocking his space for dodging.

A dazzling golden whip of fire came towards them, winding like a hunting snake.

call out--

"Refine!" Jilan said with a cold face. He actually raised his left hand of flesh and blood to harden the huge molten slag on top of his head.

Crackling!

Alchemy was activated, and the slag ball, which was as big as Gilan's body, was covered by dense silver arcs the moment it touched his palm.

In the blink of an eye, it decomposed and reconstructed into a huge ice sculpture.

The fire whip lashed out with a loud bang.

The ice sculpture shattered and exploded, turning into cool ice crystal fragments, extinguishing the hellish sea of ​​fire around it.

The white mist from the evaporating melting ice obscured the view.

Gillan pressed his hand to the ground again.

"Refining!"

Almost at the moment he activated alchemy again, the fire whip controlled by the windmill cat attacked again.

But this is the moment Jilan has been waiting for.

wow-

The ground was broken down and reconstructed, turning into a gigantic ice sculpture hand that grabbed the fire whip!
"Got you!" Gillan grinned.

(End of this chapter)