From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 486 Comeback
At this moment, Jilan's mind was working rapidly.

He was thinking about countermeasures.

The three patrollers floating above his head are the biggest threats to him right now.

If you want to destroy the "door", you must face these three people directly.

However, the strength of the April Patrollers is at level 6, and their methods are quite special, with extremely strong lethality. They can summon the black fire that targets spirituality through the "Ghost Bell".

Previously, Jilan was exhausted and seriously injured after dealing with the green-robed woman Saj ​​in the "lower" forest. If he had to face three enemies of the same level at the same time, one can imagine the pressure he would have to bear.

You can't hide...

As soon as the bell rang, he would be instantly locked onto the target, and black flames would ignite all over his body.

And it can't be stopped...

Because Jilan had fought a fierce battle with the chiefs of the "Eclipse Society" and the "Gentlemen of Yuxi" in the outside world, and was in the "King's Arrival" state for a long time, he consumed too much energy and could not use this trump card temporarily.

Without the protection of the Blood Feather Cloak, Jilan could not find an effective way to resist the black fire. If he tried to resist it with his will alone, his body would not be able to bear it.

What's more, there are countless demons around.

The situation was critical and Gillan was almost in a dead end.

Of course, he still has one last trump card, "Banlan", which can wake him up from his dream instantly, thus escaping from the God's Land and retreating from this dangerous area.

But Gillan refused to give up until the last moment.

After all, the "Dream Gate" is just around the corner.

Just this last step and it will be destroyed!

This would help the "Crippled King" to win back a point, and would also make the secret efforts of the teacher, the Knight Commander, and even many strong men in his own camp not in vain.

At this critical moment, Jilan had a lot of thoughts, but it only took a moment.

He no longer hesitated and shook the hilt of the sword violently.

jingle!

Jilan's face was pale, but his eyes were cold.

He chose to strike first, using the bell to transfer the surrounding demons to the spiritual realm to buy himself some time.

In an instant, the approaching demons screamed, struggled, and were sucked in and disappeared.

There was an empty area around Gilan.

He thrust his knight's sword under his feet and slapped the ground with both hands.

Snapped!
"Practice for me!"

Gillan shouted in a hoarse voice.

The huge energy flowing in the "Philosopher's Stone" in his body was mobilized again and rushed to the patterns on his palms.

The strong and dazzling silver electric light leaped and scattered, making a chirping noise like thousands of birds singing.

With Jilan as the center, the dark rock ground within a radius of fifty meters was broken down as a whole, collapsed one layer, and then reconstructed in the electric arc.

Crackling!

Boom! !

Four gray-white carved stone walls rise from the ground!

The surface of the wall was covered with spiral reliefs, forming a mysterious hand pattern. It was more than half a meter thick, and faintly revealed the light of complex triangles, circles and other silver alchemical arrays.

Just by visual inspection, its hardness is terrifying!
Four stone walls surrounded Gilan, forming a square barrier that blocked out the demons surging like red tides from all directions.

And when they tried to attack the stone wall, or even climb or fly over it, the giant hand relief on the stone wall seemed to come alive and stretched out of the wall.

Boom! !
The relief clapped its hands and smashed fifty or sixty devils into pulp, with blood splattering everywhere.

Or with a grab, a scoop, or a fist strike, hundreds of devils would explode into blood mist and burn themselves to ashes in the midst of a huge noise.

Jilan's face was as pale as paper, his eyes were bloodshot, and veins on his forehead were exposed.

He once again overloaded the "Secret Mark of the Sage" and carried out large-scale refining. The spiritual pain almost made him faint on the spot.

"Ho-"

Gillan held his breath.

Boom! !

Inside the four stone walls, a huge alchemist stone hand with five fingers spread out lifted him up in the palm of its hand and headed straight towards the three patrollers floating above his head.

Gilan grasped the hilt of the knight's sword with one hand, half-knelt on the ground, and slowly raised his head.

Three green-robed men and women stood with their backs to the light, and beneath their silver faces were pairs of cold eyes.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment.

The three of them raised their hands at the same time, grabbed the candlestick-shaped silver bell that looked like a religious ritual instrument, and rang it together.

Jingle bell bell bell…

Moreover, the woman in the middle actually started to sing along with the ringing of the bell. Her voice was so elegant and beautiful that it was intoxicating:
"Elegy acknowledges that everything will pass away. Even memories. But memories can last, like a candle. Candlelight burns and gathers."

The woman's voice was filled with mourning, singing in the most ancient Roman language.

"The elegy is silent, as still as the shadows between the lights in a theater. The shadows gather behind the candlelight, carrying endless memories behind them..."

The singing seems to give soul to the ringtone.

The two resonated and formed an unimaginable force. This force instantly locked onto Gilan, nearly stopping his heart.

An extremely dangerous omen emerged.

Ding!
Gillan got the tone.

But then the ding-ding-ding sound started again.

He saw flashing red highlights in all directions, with no escape possible.

"It's locked..."

Jilan's pupils shrank and his temples throbbed.

Instinctively, he prepared to use alchemy to close the stone hand that was holding him up and protect him in its palm.

Available in the next second.

hum! !

A black hole suddenly appeared in the air, with thick smoke billowing out of it. A tall, thin and sturdy figure rushed out from the black smoke.

The figure suddenly spread out its huge bat wings, which were nearly ten meters long and looked like a cloak, blocking Jilan's head.

Bear! ! !
A huge, dark, deep flame engulfed the figure and burned fiercely on the surface of the bat's wings.

Ji Lan was startled.

The face without any facial features looked down at him and uttered a familiar hoarse voice:
"Haha, Mr. Gillan Iros, the Virgin Mary ordered me to come and help you."

"Your Excellency Fen Hou..."

Jilan came back to his senses and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome, sir."

Fen Hou chuckled.

"After all, you are the favored one of my Lord!" After saying this, it turned around suddenly, with blazing black flames burning all over its body, and let out a sharp scream, soaring into the sky.

"It feels so good! It feels so good! This kind of injury is so pleasurable and delicious!!"

Fen Hou flew straight towards the three patrollers.

Except for the woman in the middle who was still singing, the men and women on both sides stepped forward tacitly, ready to stop the suddenly appearing enemy.

But Fen Hou didn't care, and swept his bat wings to wrap the two people. Then he forcibly took them with him, like a meteorite, dragging a long black flame tail, and fell obliquely to the ground.

Boom! !

As the earth shook, hundreds or even thousands of demons were instantly killed by the violent shock waves and black fire.

The horrific explosion shattered the hard black stone ground, raising waves of dust.

Jilan did not look, but seized the precious opportunity given by Fen Hou and jumped up from the palm of the stone hand under his feet.

The only thing left in the air was the singing woman.

He approached quickly, holding the sword in both hands, and slashed from bottom to top with a dazzling silver sword wind.

"Universe·Silver Core!"

The flashing silver arcs instantly converged at one point.

This point was drawn out quickly, passing through the woman's body.

bass! !

The woman's singing suddenly stopped.

Immediately there was a short and harsh ring tone.

jingle!

The woman was stabbed in the forehead and chest, and her silver mask split in two, revealing a burnt, unrecognizable face underneath.

"puff--"

Blood gushed out of her mouth, her chin was split from her brow, and the sword mark even extended to the center of her plump chest, piercing her belly.

But her eyes remained firm.

There was a pious smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even when she was on the verge of death, she resolutely continued to ring the bell.

Jingle Bell……

Jilan, who was in mid-air, felt sticky all over, and that strong sense of danger came over him again.

Bear!
His whole body was burning with black fire!

At this moment, Gilan was in a trance due to the severe pain, and he felt that the environment around him slowed down.

The vision is turned upside down.

He floated as if nothing, falling from the air.

The green and purple translucent vortex was getting farther and farther away from him, and seemed out of reach.

Jilan's gaze seemed to penetrate the volcanic ash and the dark clouds, and saw the towering figures in the void.

Their faces were indifferent, and they looked downwards.

Just looking here, admiring the chess game.

Looking at the endless devil's red sea, watching the two sides fighting for the "Dream Door", fighting to the death.

Some of them smiled contemptuously.

Some narrowed their eyes.

Some even applauded.

Gillan recalled the past, like a revolving lantern.

But he suppressed his thoughts in time, making this scene that only existed at the end disappear.

Gather up the little energy you have.

"I'm not at the end of my rope yet..."

Gillan thought.

He opened the panel and added all the mysterious points to the "Endurance" column.

The “4567” energy points instantly became only “217”.

After consuming a full 4500 energy points, the original endurance of "33" became "40".

The 7 points of endurance that increased out of nowhere gave Jilan a new strength.

"Ouch!!!"

He adjusted his body shape and balance in mid-air.

He stretched out his arms and then suddenly closed them.

Clap your hands together.

"Refining!"

Crackling!

The stone hand reached out and lifted him up into the sky again.

In contrast, the woman in green robe had been stabbed to death and was slowly falling from the air.

The two sides passed each other.

The woman's eyes were empty, but Gilan's were ablaze with the fire of will.

Looking at the "gate" in the air, Jilan once imagined that he could break the city gate with one kick like the deputy captain Agni.

Now, I can not only do it.

And we will do better than this.

"Broken Star!!!"

Jilan jumped up from the stone hand, flipped in the air, and finally turned around and kicked, like a meteor across the doomsday sky.

Rumbling--

The green-purple translucent vortex suffered a strong blow, suddenly collapsed, and kept spinning, forming a tornado with a ninety-degree tilt.

Immediately, there was a loud explosion.

Bang! ! !
The green and purple light spots interweaving together are like fireworks, bright and dazzling.

The red-skinned devils that were constantly surging underground stopped their attacks, paused, and looked up at this scene.

And in the sky, there was only a figure emitting green smoke, falling rapidly.

Jilan’s broken face was facing the void.

He gave a mocking smile.

"Although I am a mortal, I can still stop the gods from ascending."

(End of this chapter)