From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 490 Discharge

Chapter 490 Discharge
The "Spirit King" is dead...

Gillan was a little dazed.

As one of the apostles of the "White Dove Poet" of October, Loserxiu is the king standing at the top of the "Road of the Fire Sword".

In the Middle Ages, they were also hailed as angels.

But it was such a powerful 9th-level warrior who, together with the other two apostles, planned for dozens or even hundreds of years, and was willing to betray his allies in hell, just to seize the throne of God.

But in the end it ended up like this!

"The struggle between the superiors is far more radical and tragic than you can imagine, Gillan."

The old gentleman looked at the student and spoke slowly.

"I think the Spirit King must have anticipated this outcome when he first thought of becoming a god... He was just confident and sure of himself."

"If one wants to achieve great things, why would he be afraid of death? It's just that he lost, that's all."

"His plan was not wrong. The Eclipse Society did attract the attention of the empire, and the Crescent Society behind it also kept me busy, leaving me no time to take care of other things... In the higher-level secret struggle, the apostles and transmuters under the Poet also successfully hindered our efforts. The confrontation between the two allies gave Him such a rare opportunity."

"But the only thing he didn't expect was you!"

Pala smiled.

"After all, who could have expected that an ordinary young man from the empire would go from a mortal body to the pinnacle of the world in less than a year?"

"Not to mention the 'Spirit King', even the Si Chens on the highest seat did not expect this!"

"It is because of you, the biggest variable, that the trend of this chess game has been reversed, causing the plans of the 'Spirit King' and others to fail, and even burying themselves..."

The more Pala spoke, the more excited he became.

He burst into laughter, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

He was not happy about the death of the "Spirit King", but because after experiencing this incident, he saw the ability of his students.

Gillan never let him down.

Not only that, it far exceeded his expectations.

Para Celsus was so happy and relieved.

he knows……

My own students are completely capable of replacing me.

You can even do better than yourself!

Nothing could make Pala more excited than this.

"Jilan, you successfully broke through the enemy's defenses and destroyed the Dream Gate from the inside, causing the enemy to lose their composure."

Pala calmed down a little and continued.

"In addition, the 'Windmill Cat' Pala was betrayed and filled with hatred. He intervened in the middle of the battle and turned against the 'Spirit King'. This gave the deputy leader an opportunity..."

"With the death of Loserxiu, the enemy will lose a high-end fighter. This will have a crucial impact on the situation between the two sides."

"Unfortunately, the 'Windmill Cat' was well prepared and quickly fled after the attack. Even the January Apostle 'Lightkeeper' who was good at detection and tracking was unable to catch him."

Pala shook her head, her tone regretful.

He patted Gillan on the shoulder.

"But generally speaking, we won this game... and you deserve the credit!"

"Teacher, I am just..."

Gillan just started to speak.

But Pala shook his head and interrupted him:

"Don't be modest, kid. In addition, my king has seen all your heroic deeds, so the head of state said that he will personally summon you after you wake up..."

"Is Caesar summoning me?"

"Well, you have done such a great deed, he will certainly not be stingy with the reward, just ask him for what you need when the time comes."

Pala teaches students with a smile.

Jilan understood immediately and nodded.

He looked at the frail old man in front of him, was silent for a moment, and asked:

"Teacher, your body..."

"Don't worry about me, kid."

Pala chuckled twice and said jokingly:

"It's not time for me to fall yet."

Gillan did not answer.

Because his spiritual awareness had already noticed that the teacher's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and his whole body was decayed, exuding a strong smell of decay.

"I'm afraid the teacher won't be able to hold on for much longer..."

Jilan agreed with the teacher with a smile on his face, but he felt extremely heavy inside.

...

It's evening soon.

After Gillan underwent a thorough examination in the hospital and confirmed that he was fine, he left accompanied by Aurora, Franco, Mavi and others.

This hospital is located in the central area of the capital, Musshit, not far from the Triumph Building. It is a high-end medical institution dedicated to serving imperial dignitaries.

As soon as he left the hospital building, Jilan saw two rows of all-black vehicles parked neatly, with many official department personnel and leaders waiting to greet him.

"Salute to Mr. Gillan Iros, the hero of the Empire!"

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie shouted loudly with a serious expression and without looking away.

Immediately, everyone crossed their arms in front of their chests and saluted Jilan.

No one spoke and the atmosphere was solemn.

Jilan glanced at this high-profile ceremony, but he felt neither happy nor sad. He also stopped and crossed his arms.

He was silent for three seconds, then said in a deep voice:

"To the people of the Empire who died for the city of Coburn, to the public servants who sacrificed their lives in response to the disaster, to the soldiers and generals who fought on the front lines and died - salute!"

Everyone was stunned at first.

Without hesitation, he untied his arms, crossed them again, and bowed his head deeply in silence.

The purple-eyed young man standing in the middle of the road looked extremely tall and awe-inspiring at this moment.

Aurora, Franco, Mavie and others who followed behind Gillan also maintained the posture of cross-salutation.

They silently looked at the back of the young man in front of them.

After a moment of silence, Gilan did not chat with the people who greeted him. After a few simple words, he got on a car driven by Maiwei and drove to the Sifang Palace.

In the car, Aurora, who was sitting in the back seat, spoke softly:
"Mr. Gillan, where are we going?"

"To see the Führer."

Gillan tilted his head slightly from the passenger seat and answered.

Aurora and Franco were both stunned, and after looking at each other, they showed surprised expressions.

"His Excellency Emperor Caesar?!"

Although both of them were long-lived and considered important figures in the occult world, they still had a strong sense of awe for the great leader of Bremen.

After all, the name of Caesar has an extremely special and noble meaning to any imperial citizen.

As the strength of the two men continued to grow and their status in their respective forces continued to improve, they naturally understood that the head of the empire was more than just a leader.

Caesar Jide must be a powerful person who has mastered mysterious powers and belongs to the top level in the world.

"Aurora, Franco, the two of you have made great contributions in the disaster relief process. You are qualified to meet the head of state with me."

Gillan laughed.

"There is no need to be nervous or surprised... The head of state is always friendly to his own people."

"So that's it."

Aurora nodded her head.

She just felt a little dreamy.

She was originally just the daughter of a wealthy businessman. After experiencing hardships and fleeing, she finally stumbled onto the mysterious path under the guidance of Mr. Gillan.

Now she has become the Holy Mother Superior of the "Church of Our Lady" and can accompany Mr. Gillan to meet the head of the empire.

For a moment, her pretty face looked dazed.

The man next to her also felt the same way.

Franco was silent for a moment, then suddenly said:
"Thank you, Mr. Gillan."

Hearing this, Jilan was a little surprised.

But he also knew why Franco thanked him.

Naturally, it was his guidance and support to this small group along the way that enabled them to achieve their current success.

Not only did Franco come back from the dead, he also realized his dream of pursuing mystery.

But in Jilan's heart, the four people are still the friends who extended a helping hand and treated him sincerely when he first traveled through time and was alone and at a loss.

"That doesn't have to be the case, Franco."

Jilan waved his hand, turned back and smiled.

"We will eventually join hands to walk through this difficult road and realize the ideals we expressed at the beginning."

The man was startled.

Then he laughed and nodded heavily.

"Yes."

The ideal of the five members of the Dream Society is to live freely in this world and have the power to control their own destiny.

Help each other and watch over each other.

They never forgot.

...

The car entered the Sifang Palace smoothly.

Perhaps the head of state had given special instructions, so when Gillan came again this time, he did not go through the initial inspection and tedious etiquette such as shaving and changing clothes.

He walked into the Palace with only Aurora and Franco, and walked through the corridor.

In front of the central courtyard, two female guards were well prepared. Seeing Jilan and others arrive, they quickly saluted.

"Meet Commander Gilan."

One of the guards held a gun, stood straight, and spoke solemnly while leaning sideways.

"The Head of State is reading in the courtyard. Please come in."

Gillan silently took off his hat and nodded.

He immediately put his hat back on and walked into the courtyard.

Aurora and Franco, who were following behind, looked up and saw a young man in a simple linen robe lying lazily on a rattan rocking chair, barefoot, reading an old, large book.

The young man had long curly red hair, the color of which was darker and brighter than Gillan's.

His facial features were three-dimensional and deep, and his skin was too white to be ordinary. Especially his red eyes, which seemed to hide the boundless space.

Both of them were shocked.

This young man is the Fuhrer?!

They knew what Emperor Caesar Giddens looked like because his portrait was on the empire's largest denomination currency, the "Caesar".

But he was clearly a middle-aged man with a distinctive hooked nose, gloomy eyes and a majestic look.

Completely different from the young man with red curly hair in front of him.

"Jilan, you're here."

The young man sitting on the rattan chair took his eyes off the book and looked at the person who came.

He immediately smiled, seeming happy.

"Come on, come on."

"Greetings, Your Excellency the Führer."

Gilan stepped forward and bowed his head. The two people behind him also bowed.

Caesar put the book down and stood up from his chair.