From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 487 Battle
A pair of long and broad hands stretched out.

He steadily caught the figure falling from the sky.

"Mr. Gillan, you did it..."

Fen Hou half-knelt on the ground, holding up the seriously injured young man with both hands.

Jilan suppressed the fatigue and sleepiness that surged like a tide, moved his body with difficulty, and got down from Fen Hou's hands.

He sat down on the ground, calling out his cane for support.

"Thank you for your help, Fen Hou..."

Gillan half-opened his eyelids, his dry, pale lips slightly parted, and he made a weak sound.

He saw that Fen Hou's condition was not as good as he had imagined. He was covered in wounds and smoke, and even the huge bat wings on his back were full of holes and in tatters.

Obviously, the fight between Fen Hou and the two patrollers was very fierce. Even though he finally won and killed all of their opponents, he himself was also seriously injured.

"If you hadn't come to help, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to destroy that 'door'... Are you okay with your injuries?"

Gillan asked jokingly, his lips opening and closing in a hoarse voice.

Fen Hou chuckled.

"Those two April Patrolmen were not good at fighting, and their only powerful skill was Soul Fire. But to me, that damage was just a new delicacy... Sir, you don't need to worry about me. Your current situation is not optimistic."

"It's okay." Gillan waved his hand.

He gasped, leaned on his cane, and stood up with difficulty.

But at this moment.

Gillan's temples were beating again.

The severely damaged spirit still "did its duty" and tried its best to warn him, as if a fatal threat was approaching.

"Um?!"

He raised his head sharply and looked into the distance.

I saw a gentleman in a gray striped suit and a bowler hat, walking towards me with a wooden cane.

It is surrounded by swirling gray fog, exuding a strong mysterious atmosphere.

"'Gentleman Yuxi' Bellman!"

Jilan's pupils shrank.

"This time it's the real one!"

"It seems that the situation is a bit bad..."

Fen Hou also apparently sensed the powerful enemy's attack and turned his head to look.

Its deep voice came again:
"Mr. Gilan, please go first. I should be able to stop Him for you for some time."

Ji Lan was startled.

Fen Hou is quite powerful. As the messenger of the "Our Lady of Sorrow" in August, he can definitely be called a strong man.

But facing a transmuter who has already ascended, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it.

What's more, Fen Hou was also injured. If he were left to cover the retreat, he would most likely be in danger.

"Fen Hou, I appreciate your kindness."

Gillan shook his head.

"I have a way to get out of this, you can go too."

"Well……"

Fen Hou pondered, seeming a little hesitant.

At this time, Jilan saw that the gentleman in gray looked at him with a teasing look and a hint of coldness.

"Gilan Iros, you just destroyed me in public, and your attitude was so arrogant and insolent."

The gentleman slowly floated down, and the gray mist filled the air.

The red devils all around were frightened and fled away screaming.

"A tiny chess piece ruined my master's plan... You deserve to die!"

The gentleman leaned on his cane and said indifferently.

After saying this, He snapped His fingers.

The gray fog around him gathered and formed a dark little ball, which rushed towards Jilan with a bang.

This ball of fog seemed to condense an extremely terrifying force, dragging in all the demons within a radius of dozens of meters along the way and swallowing them up without a trace.

"Come on!"

Jilan shouted at Fen Hou in a deep voice.

Then he took a deep breath and used "Colorful" to wake himself up.

Available in the next second.

A beam of golden light descended from the sky, accompanied by the falling of countless rose petals.

A woman holding a gilded carved round shield heroically stood in front of the fog's path and raised her hand.

Bang! ! !
Like a torrent hitting a reef, the fog dispersed.

All the demons that were contaminated by the fog disappeared in the struggle, and no one knew where they went.

The rose-embroidered cape on the shoulders of the armor fluttered, but the woman only raised her hair, her figure did not move at all. She even raised her other hand and drew the golden cross sword from her waist.

"'Rose Sword' Jeanne d'Arc Joanna is here!"

The female knight shouted loudly.

"Bellman, you can't hurt him at all!"

"The female knight under the command of the Doumo King..."

The gentleman in gray narrowed his eyes and spoke with hatred in his tone.

"You're really chasing me!"

"Hmph!" The female knight snorted coldly, holding the sword and shield, without any response.

Jilan stared at the female knight standing not far in front of him, and suddenly realized that this was an ascender from his own camp.

It seemed that "Gentleman Yuxi" had been planning to come and cause trouble for him, but was chased and blocked by the female knight.

boom! !

There was a flash of golden light, and the sweet scent of roses wafted in the wind.

The female knight had already taken the lead in attacking, flashing in front of the gentleman in gray and slashing out with a cross sword.

The gray fog exploded and golden light flashed.

The two sides fought fiercely, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

Even the aftermath of the fight made Gillan shudder. "The gap between me and them is still too far..."

Ji Lan secretly thought.

At this time, Fen Hou said in a deep voice:

"There are also Ascendants. They are fighting in the crater in the distance."

Hearing this, Gilan looked across the battlefield.

At the end of the black wasteland, three or four dazzling lights flashed. Although no sound could be heard, a fierce battle was also taking place over there.

Jilan guessed that it was most likely the ascenders under the command of the "Spirit King" Loserxiu who were blocked by their own strong men.

Rumble…

A loud, dull sound came from the sky piled with volcanic ash, like a giant beast groaning under the heavy burden.

The black clouds twisted in a vortex, forming a spectacular astronomical phenomenon.

Jilan looked up and his pupils shrank sharply.

Only then did he realize that there was a more secret and more terrifying battle that had already begun before he even noticed it...

Through the vortex in the sky, Jilan vaguely saw the "corridor" deeper than this "border".

In this dazzling world that is like a maze, there is misty gas floating in the air, abstract painting-like colors and all kinds of strange and magnificent buildings.

In a strange area with layers upon layers, it is impossible to tell up from down, left from right, east from west, north from south.

A man wearing black sacrificial clothes and a high pointed crown was sitting on the throne. The throne was as big as a mountain, but it was actually made up of countless bones and steles.

Even if he just "looked", Jilan knew the other party's identity instantly -

The October Apostle, "Spirit King" Losershu Horn!

The man slowly stood up from the throne.

A big hand was raised.

In front of Him stood a man wearing silver armor and a silver human-faced helmet.

The man had a silver cross sword on his waist and stood as still as a mountain.

It was the Apostle of December, "King of the Helmets" Agni Baldwin.

During the confrontation between the two sides.

A black fog that covered the sky and the sun emerged from behind the "Spirit King", with countless skeletons and ghosts in it.

The ghosts were wearing ragged brown cloaks and holding various parchment scrolls, books, and feather pens in their hands. They muttered and wrote furiously, recording all the absurd stories they had experienced in their lifetime and the most horrific and tragic ways of death.

It seemed as if countless wails were coming from the black fog.

The silver-armored knight did not dodge or evade, but slowly drew out the cross sword at his waist. The dazzling cold light was like the twinkling stars in the sky, illuminating the entire black wasteland.

Clang——

The sound of the sword being unsheathed even made everyone who saw this scene look sideways.

hum! ! !
A noise like an electric pulse sounded, and Gillan covered his ears in pain.

The fight between "King Dou Mao" and "King Ling" made it difficult for Jilan to breathe even though they were separated by the spatial barrier of Shenxiang.

Then he raised his eyes and looked.

Everyone heard a strange laugh coming from far away:
"Oh my, it's so lively. I almost missed this exciting fight!"

When Gillan heard the voice, he immediately recognized who it was.

"Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon!

'How dare He show His head?!'

Gillan was quite surprised.

Soon, there was a rumbling sound and the ground was shaking.

The volcano on the edge of the wasteland erupted again at the same time, and its intensity was far greater than before.

boom! ! !
The magma rises like a pillar into the sky.

The dark red, dazzling high-temperature lava gathered together in the sky and condensed into an extremely large spear!

The spear seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand and thrown out with great force. It actually pierced straight through the volcanic ash vortex in the sky and flew into the "corridor".

The two apostles who were fighting had already noticed it.

But this spear had some kind of magical power, and when the silver-armored knight was wrestling with the black-clothed man with the sword, the spear actually pierced the latter's chest!

"Lotheus, you seem to have forgotten where hell came from... The blood shed by my Lord during his suffering turned into magma, the scars left on his body formed the abyss, and the pain he endured alone condensed into demons. You are just a guest living here."

"The guest wants to deceive the host and take his place?"

"Oh, even though I'm just a small house cat, I'm still going to bite you to death!"

“Pal!!!”

The majestic roar resounded through the sky.

But the laughter gradually faded away.

Almost the next moment.

A bright beam of light shone obliquely from the horizon and headed straight for the place where the laughter disappeared.

At some point, a lighthouse rose up at the other end of the sky, and the light shone out from the prism at the top of the lighthouse.

"Even the apostle of January's Hour 'Flood' has taken action. He is hunting down 'Windmill Cat' Pal..."

Fen Hou said in a deep voice.

It quickly turned to Gillan and said:
"Mr. Gillan, it's getting more and more dangerous here. We can't stay here any longer. I'll take you away!"

Hearing this, Jilan thought about it and nodded.

"Okay, thank you for your help, Fen Hou."

"You're welcome."

The tall and thin faceless man reached out his hand, helped Jilan up, and then flew up with him. In the blink of an eye, he flew into a black hole that appeared out of nowhere.

The last moment before the black hole closes.

Gilan looked up at the sky again.

The silver-armored knight in the "corridor" kicked the black-clothed man who was stabbed in the chest.

That kick actually created cracks in layers of space and broke the black-clothed man into two pieces on the spot!
A rumbling sound.

There were also screams coming from far away.

As Jilan's eyelids could no longer hold up, they fell into darkness and silence.

(End of this chapter)