From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 485 Seizing the Door
Jilan once again opened the rotten door hidden at the bottom of the pool.

With the terrifying suction, he was pulled into the door and fell directly into the transition area between the "lower floor" and the "corridor" -

That is, in that black wasteland.

Bang!
Gillan stepped on the solid black stone ground, kicking up a handful of powder.

Suddenly, I heard a roar of deafening shouting.

Chirp, hum, hum.

He steadied himself, looked up, and his expression changed slightly.

As far as the eye can see, the endless black wasteland is covered with densely packed red-skinned devils. From a distance, they keep wriggling, like a colony of ants that can devour the earth.

The number is at least tens of millions!
It’s scary how many there are!

Some of these demons were on the ground, some were in the sky, but without exception, they all rushed towards a huge vortex in the air.

They try to pass through the "Dream Door" to go to the mortal world and have a big party.

Gusts of wind blew in, carrying with them high-temperature air waves and extremely strong and pungent stench and smell of sulfur.

It is the breath that belongs exclusively to hell and the devil.

Jilan stared blankly at the end of the distant black plain, where there were volcanoes one after another, spewing magma into the sky.

The ground was shaking.

The dark volcanic ash and smoke covered the sky and the sun.

This entire border area seemed to have been infected by hell and had become a doomsday scene.

Countless demons are surging, screaming madly, and waving the hideous weapons in their hands, determined to create an earth-shaking disaster on the earth.

In this situation, even Jilan felt an inexplicable sense of horror.

His Adam's apple bulged as he remembered his mission.

"I promised my teacher that I would act as a chess piece in this game and take a crucial step for the "Crippled King". "

Jilan endured the pain in his body, his eyes deep.

"Since you promised, you must do it!"

He murmured.

This is his life creed.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and summoned the Blood Sword.

Blood mist filled the air, and he held an ancient knight's sword in his hand. But Gilan did not act rashly, but stood there and observed.

He was not so arrogant as to think that he could fight against this endless tide of demons by himself.

Although the individual strength of the demons is not strong, their numbers are so terrifying that they can exhaust him to death.

It's no joke that a swarm of ants can kill an elephant.

Besides, his current condition was not at its best, and his consciousness and spirituality were seriously injured.

So Gillan’s goal is very clear.

That is the green and purple vortex in the air.

As long as I destroy the "Dream Door", everything will be settled.

Gillan thought about it and closed his eyes briefly.

He directed his consciousness to the kingdom of the mind and called out to the four seats at the top of the Heart Tower.

Soon, the other four members of the Dream Society "Hand of Dawn", Black Snipe, White Gull, Gray Stork and Red Sparrow, all responded one after another.

The two teams that were originally in Coburn City, according to Gilan's dispatch order, were clearing out demons and rescuing civilians in the city. They also found a secluded place to stay and rest.

As the team leaders, "Gray Stork" Franco and "Red Bird" Aurora both found an excuse to sit down and fall asleep, entering the kingdom of the mind.

"Black Snipe" Weina and "White Gull" Alevia, who were abroad and in the Owena Federation, also entered the dream and sat in their own seats at the top of the Heart Tower.

The four met again and smiled at each other.

"Mr. Gillan, I wonder if you called us here for some urgent matter?"

Aurora stood up first, raised her skirt and saluted Iros who was sitting on the Thumb throne from a distance, and asked gently.

The "Mad King" sat on the throne, his hands resting on the carved gray stone armrests, his head bowed.

His crown had been shattered by the Snake Lord's flaming sword.

At this moment, his hair was disheveled and there was a sword mark between his eyebrows, but compared to before, he looked even more unrestrained.

The Mad King hissed:

"Aurora, Alevia, Werner, and Franco, my real body is alone in the borderland of hell, trying to destroy the 'Dream Gate' created by the 'Eclipse Society'..."

Through his sealed personality, Gilan gave a concise description of the situation to the members of the society.

Hearing this, the four of them looked solemn.

"Dozens or millions of demons?"

Alevia looked worried, she pursed her lips and said:

"Jilan, how can we help you?"

"My goal is just to destroy that door. The demons that block the road will be sent to the Kingdom of the Heart by special means. You just need to help me kill them..."

Iros' voice was low.

"I have been through many fierce battles in a row, and my condition has declined. I can no longer use the 'Mad King', so I can only rely on you."

"so serious?!"

Aurora covered her mouth.

Weiner and Franco looked at each other, also showing worry.

"How are you?"

Alevia's beautiful eyes showed concern. She stood up, jumped to the side of the "Mad King", leaned over and asked:
"If something can't be done, don't force it."

"Don't worry, I won't fight to the death."

Iros laughed hissingly.

Alevia hesitated for a moment, then reached out and held the hand of the "Mad King" tightly, nodded heavily, and said:

"Okay, leave this to us. You must be careful with your main body."

"Thank you, Alevia."

After saying this, the "Mad King" fell into silence, as if he had become a statue, motionless.

Alevia turned around silently.

The four of them looked at each other, nodded to each other, and were ready to take action at any time.

...

...

Hell's border, the black wasteland.

Gilan opened his eyes again. In the distance, a dense mass of demons like a red tide came into view.

He took a deep breath, his eyes determined.

He took the sword and started walking.

Bang!
With a step forward, Jilan was like an arrow shot from a bow.

He endured the injury and ran at full speed.

His long hair flew up, and his whole body left a straight, blurry afterimage as he rushed towards the huge whirlpool several kilometers away.

In the blink of an eye, Jilan rushed out dozens of meters.

In less than a few breaths, he crossed hundreds of meters and collided with the surging devil's wave.

"It's human!"

"kill him!"

"Hahaha!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!"

The demons who first discovered him shouted, raised their scimitars and tridents, and rushed forward with their bat wings flapping.

Jilan had a blank expression on his face. He swung the knight's sword forward, creating a dazzling silver sword wind.

"Universe Sword!"

The extremely sharp sword winds passed through six lines in succession, spanning a distance of more than ten meters and converging into a huge hexagram.

This silver hexagram was like a meat grinder, sweeping through the group of demons.

Chichichichichichi!!

Any demons that blocked the way were chopped into several pieces, killed on the spot, and burned to ashes.

There were constant screaming and roaring.

Gilan's figure plunged into the red ocean.

He wielded his knight's sword like crazy, slashing, hacking, stabbing and thrusting.

Because there were so many demons, the space he had to move around was very limited.

As soon as he fought his way out of an area, more demons poured in from behind him, blocking his retreat. He could only charge forward recklessly.

He killed countless demons and felt the boiling blood splashing all over his body.

blah blah...

Gilan's body was burned by the devil's blood, and flames ignited, emitting billowing green smoke.

But he was completely unaware of this and mechanically swung his knight's sword, killing demons continuously, determined to carve out a bloody path.

Silver plate!

Silver crown!

Silver halo!

Silver core!

He flexibly used the four sword techniques of the Universe Sword, and the sword wind was everywhere. Any demon that came close to it would be turned into broken limbs in an instant.

Jilan seemed to have turned into a silver sailfish, swimming through the red ocean.

Unstoppable and invincible.

His injuries were becoming more and more serious, but he still gritted his teeth and mobilized his damaged spiritual power to trigger the pair of bells hanging on the hilt of the sword.

jingle……

Jingle Bell……

The ringing sounded far away.

The demons densely packed around were instantly out of control, sucked in, and forcibly sent to the distant kingdom of the mind.

One drag means hundreds of devils!
Alevia and the other three, who had been waiting at the foot of the Heart Tower, attacked without hesitation.

Both Weiner and Franco were good at close combat. One of them was unarmed, the other holding a staff and sword, and they attacked the demons at the same time.

The two of them were responsible for standing in front and blocking the devil's way.

The two ladies, Alevia and Aurora, were in the back, one whispering softly and the other holding a candle, creating illusions for the devil and raining down fireballs respectively.

The devils had just been teleported here, and before they could figure out what was going on, they heard a woman's murmuring. They were confused by the illusion and stood there in a daze.

The rain of fireballs fell fiercely, and even though they were highly resistant to fire, they could not withstand the bombardment of the fireballs and were burned to the point of dizziness.

Coupled with the close combat of the two men, the group of demons were slaughtered in a short while.

It would not be difficult for the four Jiushi to kill these hundreds of demons if they joined forces.

But before Alevia and the others could catch their breath.

With a whoosh, another large group of demons suddenly appeared in the open-air stone temple, and this time there were more of them, nearly two hundred in total.

"Cheer up! If we can't clean it up in time, more demons will gather here, and that will be troublesome!"

Franco swung his sword to shake off the blood stains on it and reminded in a deep voice.

Weiner on the side tore off his shirt, revealing his bulging muscles, veins on his forehead, and roared:

"kill!!"

He strode forward and shook his fists at the group of demons.

Although Gilan and the members of the secret society were in two different places, they fought side by side at the same time.

The dazzling and gorgeous silver sword light continued to tear apart a large number of demons blocking the way.

Gilan didn't even have time to break them down and reconstruct them, let alone spare the energy to corrupt them, so he could only keep rushing forward.

I don’t know how many demons I killed.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Gillan was covered in blood, tattered, burnt, and torn flesh.

His face was pale and there was green smoke and a burning smell coming out of his body, but his expression was still cold.

Jilan finally arrived under the huge whirlpool!
But when he looked up, he was startled.

Because at some point, three green-robed men and women wearing silver masks appeared, floating in the air and surrounding them in a triangular formation.

"Three more patrollers..."

Jilan looked up, his face darkening.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the demons around him shouting wildly and rushing towards him like a tide.

"There are still endless demons to kill."

Gillan felt deeply tired and his body seemed like he was about to collapse at any moment.

(End of this chapter)