From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 526: Battle

By the time Hermann reacted, the "Philosopher's Sword" had already swung across, slashing at the back of his neck.

But after all, he is an apostle who ascended from the famous warrior. Although he cannot exert one percent of his own strength due to the weakness of his body, he will not be easily attacked by Jilan.

Hermann instantly turned into bloody mist.

Whoosh! !

Jilan swung his sword in the air.

The blood mist was split into two by the sword energy and surged wildly.

The terrifying silver sword light directly cut off the four huge stone pillars on the edge of the stage. With a loud bang, the entire curtain roof collapsed.

Bang!

Bang! !
Smoke, dust, wood chips, iron pieces and other debris were flying everywhere.

The spotlight set, which was originally the only light source, also fell as the lamp stand collapsed and shattered into pieces on the spot.

The entire concert hall was plunged into darkness in an instant.

Ding-ding-ding-ding! !
Soon, high-frequency and intense clanging sounds were heard again in the darkness.

Sparks flickered and illuminated a small area, and it turned out that Hermann and Gillan were in mid-air, fighting.

The dark environment did not affect the two.

They can monitor the entire scene with spiritual knowledge and spiritual vision alone, and do not need vision as a perception.

when! !

Hermann swung his sword again and collided with the young man in the dark. The violent vibration was transmitted from the sword to his arm, leaving his arm full of cracks.

His body flew backwards again and turned into blood mist and dissipated halfway.

"Damn..."

He gathered from behind the purple-eyed young man with a grim look on his face.

Hermann's body seemed to be unable to hold on in this high-intensity battle.

The sword of the "Red Sage" Gilan Ilos is not only powerful and heavy, but also comes with an extremely strange vibration rhythm, like some kind of superb secret skill.

Every time they clashed with the sword, it would cause some damage to Hermann's body. After so many times, fine cracks appeared on his body without him noticing.

What Hermann didn't know was that Gillan's swordsmanship had already reached the pinnacle and was even better than his teacher Para Celsus.

Not only did Gilan bring the "Universe Sword" and "Gerald's Bleeding Sword" to perfection, he also incorporated the essence of secret techniques such as "Quenching Furnace" and "Backflow" into his own swordsmanship system.

Each seemingly ordinary slash or strike is filled with terrifying destructive power and unpredictable mysterious rhythm.

This also led to Hermann being able to intuitively feel that the pressure he was facing now, the "Red Sage" Gilan, was far greater than when he had fought against the "White Sage" Pala.

At this moment, a hoarse, low, and neutral voice that could not be distinguished between male and female suddenly rang out in the concert hall:
"Haha, Hermann, it's been so long, and you still haven't dealt with the new chairman of the empire?"

"Avigni, don't underestimate him."

Herman was not surprised by the sudden voice, but warned in a deep voice.

"This guy's physique is very strong, and his swordsmanship and alchemy are both better than the White Sage. Don't blame me for not reminding you, or you will capsize in the gutter."

"Oh? That's interesting!"

The neutral hoarse voice sounded again.

Almost in the next second, a huge black claw suddenly appeared on Gilan's left side and grabbed him.

Whoosh! !

This black claw is bigger than others, and each sharp claw is more than half a meter long, like a scimitar.

Jilan remained calm and swung his sword to kill.

But there was only a dull sound, not the clanging sound of a hard object colliding. Jilan felt the strange touch coming from the sword and thought something was wrong.

Immediately, the black claws suddenly softened and squirmed, turning into five black tentacles, tightly wrapping around Jilan's "Philosopher's Sword" and pulling it violently into the shadows.

He tried to drag Gilan away with his sword.

"Want to compete with me in strength?"

Gillan grinned.

He secretly used "attribute reconstruction" to draw out another 20 attribute points and temporarily added them to strength.

Then the right arm holding the sword jerked violently.

bass! !

There was a crisp sound, accompanied by a crackling sound, like the sound of a taut rubber band breaking.

All the black tentacles were cut off by this sword, spurting out thick black juice.

A light exclamation came from the shadows.

“You’re really strong!”

"Hmph!" Hermann snorted coldly, as if he was dissatisfied with his companion in the shadows for not believing him.

Jilan landed gracefully and swung his sword.

The black liquid on the sword splashed onto the ground in a radial pattern, and the sword returned to its shiny, clear scarlet color.

He looked up.

I saw blood mist filling the air.

"Blood Colonel" Hermann stood in mid-air holding a jeweled cross sword, blood mist constantly dissipating and rising from his body.

And beside him, there was a tall figure.

It seemed to be a woman, but there was no obvious gender feature. She had long, messy black hair, black eyes, eyelids, and lips, and was wearing a cloak made of black feathers.

Jilan narrowed his eyes.

"Another Apostle Peter?"

He already knew roughly the other party's identity and said it calmly.

"November Apostle 'Demon Dog' Avigni."

"It's amazing."

The cloaked man floating in the air laughed.

"The new chairman of the Bremen Empire has forced Hermann to join forces with me... But, Mr. Red Sage, this is all you can do."

"From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to survive the siege of two apostles... Moreover, your opponents are probably far more than just the two of us."

Hearing this, Jilan's eyes narrowed.

His spiritual awareness was expanded to the extreme, and he soon noticed some unusual movements in the void behind him.

Turn around and look.

I saw three more figures slowly walking out of the shadows.

These are three men.

A man was wearing a medieval retro dress, with bright oil paint on his face, and his dark green eyes revealed madness.

A man with a beard and expressionless face, wearing the simplest beige linen robe, holding an iron hammer in his hand.

There was another person, wearing a skeleton mask and gorgeous black ceremonial robes, and remained silent.

"Pablo, the 'Triangle Lord', Anthony, the 'Stonemason', Yasirs, the 'God of Destiny'..."

Jilan calmly revealed the identities of the three people.

These three apostles represent the attitudes of the three major art masters respectively.

Obviously, the intention is to put Jilan to death!
"I didn't expect that I would attract five apostles to join forces to deal with me. This is really flattering."

Gillan chuckled and shook his head.

At this time, the burly bearded man, Anthony the Stonemason, spoke in a deep and powerful voice:
"Gilan Iros, you destroyed the three major secret societies of the Federation with your own hands. This is tantamount to blasphemy and provocation against art. I'm sorry, you must die here today."

"Oh?" Jilan raised his eyebrows.

He was alone with a sword, facing the five apostles surrounding him, but his posture remained straight and he showed no fear at all.

After looking around, he said slowly:
"Then, angels, why don't you try and see if you can kill me!"

"I'm in love with your arrogance, Mr. Gillan Iros."

The April Apostle "Lord Triangle" with oil paint on his face gave a twisted smile and raised his hand first.

"Why don't you let me paint a picture of you as a great man in this world as a memorial."

His voice was gentle, but there was an indescribable madness in his tone.

A paintbrush suddenly appeared in his hand.

Pablo grabbed the brush and smeared the non-existent paint in the air. He twisted his wrist and drew a few strokes. In the blink of an eye, he drew a human figure in front of him. The posture of this colorful outline was exactly the same as Guillen's!
This alter ego of “Triangle Jazz” actually perfectly reproduces Gillan’s spirituality in the form of painting.

this moment.

Gillan could vaguely feel that he had formed a certain connection with the human outline drawn by Pablo.

If the outline of the oil paint is damaged, one's spirituality will also suffer corresponding damage.

"What kind of weird method is this..."

He had a blank expression on his face and thought to himself.

Almost the next second, Pablo burst into laughter.

"Hahaha!" He raised his head and laughed, and with a rough stroke of the brush in his hand, he was ready to destroy the painting in front of him. "A perfect work of art can only make people feel regretful when it is destroyed."

Jilan narrowed his eyes.

'Properties reworked.'

He called silently in his heart.

This time, facing the strange methods of "Triangle Lord", Gilan did not take it lightly. He directly drew out 10 points from the four attributes of strength, agility, endurance, and spiritual knowledge, a total of 40 points, and temporarily added them to spirituality.

The original 40 points of spirituality instantly doubled.

It reached an outrageous 80 points!
wow-

Almost at the same time, Pablo's paintbrush had already crossed the outline of the human figure in front of him, "cutting it in half".

That mysterious connection was immediately fed back to Jilan.

Cause his body to tremble.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Pablo was inexplicably excited and laughed wildly with his hands covering his face.

"'Red Sage' Gillan Iros, you are one of the rare geniuses in this world throughout history, and a 'masterpiece' in the history of mystery. Destroying you would also make me feel excited and satisfied!"

The four apostles, "Stonemason" and "Dai Shensong" beside him, as well as "Blood Colonel" and "Demon Dog" in the air, all showed interested expressions to each other.

They all knew Pablo's methods.

This stroke cuts through the painting, and Gillan Ilos's spirit will certainly be severely damaged. It may not kill him directly, but his strength will be greatly reduced!
But soon, their eyes froze.

Among them, the "Stonemason" Anthony frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Pablo, you laugh too soon."

"Um?!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Pablo's body, which was originally leaning back, stiffened and he stood up slightly. Between the fingers that covered his face, a pair of incredulous dark green eyes appeared.

Because under his spiritual vision, Gillan Ilos's spiritual outline could not be said to have not changed, but it was still dazzling. Although there were slight fluctuations, there were no obvious signs of damage.

It's just like……

His methods seemed to have failed.

But Pablo knew best that the spiritual damage caused by his move was indeed reflected back to the target, Gilan Ilos.

But the other party was unharmed!

This makes no sense!
Or, the other party is circumventing it using some unknown means.

Or, the opponent's spiritual power is too strong, so that one's own strength is severely weakened, and the final effect is difficult to detect.

Pablo was 100% sure it was the former.

Because even a 6th-level "Power"-level Jiushi who has reached the pinnacle of the mortal world, if targeted and attacked by him with a "Spiritual Portrait", will lose the ability to move in a short period of time and become a lamb to be slaughtered.

In order to achieve the effect of ignoring the "spiritual portrait", one's own spiritual level must at least be that of an ascender.

And it is the Ascending being himself who resists.

Obviously, the "Red Sage" Gilan Iros is not an ascender, he is just a very talented mortal.

"Mr. Pablo, your methods are indeed powerful."

Gillan nodded and said.

"I feel a little dizzy."

"..."

After these words came out, the face of "Triangle Sir" became extremely ugly. It seemed that this was criticizing the art that he was proud of, calling it a clumsy clown performance.

The other four apostles also cast strange looks at each other, especially the "Stonemason" and "Dai Shensong" who were also from the three major art camps.

"Pfft!"

Yasirs, who was wearing a skeleton mask, couldn't help laughing and soon burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! Pablo, you are an angel, how can I be such a loser when I came to this world?"

"shut up!"

Pablo was furious.

Unconvinced, he picked up his pen again and prepared to paint a new "spiritual portrait" for Gillan.

But how could Jilan let him get his wish?

"Mr. Pablo, it's a good idea to return the favor. Try my method too."

He said lightly.

After saying that, he raised the "Philosopher's Sword" and slashed forward.

blah-

The "starry sky" rift, composed of hundreds of tiny silver whirlpools, spans dozens of meters.

Pressing towards Pablo.

"Hmph!" The April Apostle snorted coldly and waved the paintbrush in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, he had copied a "starry sky".

He reproduced Gilan's sword skills through painting!

The two silver cracks suddenly collided.

Boom! !

A violent explosion sounded, and the terrifying shock wave directly destroyed the entire roof of the "Jacobin Grand Opera House".

Countless debris and smoke flew over the city cluster like a volcanic eruption.

But Pablo's method was a fake after all, and it was far inferior to the silver cracks cut by Gilan.

He was blown away by the shock wave and rolled in the air.

The next second, Pablo's dark green eyes became stern.

Because in front of him, a silver vortex appeared at some point. The purple-eyed young man rushed out of it, with a cold face and a sword in hand.

At this moment, the other four apostles were briefly separated from each other by the shock wave and were unable to provide support for a while.

"Want to kill me?"

Pablo found this ridiculous.

Even though I am just an ego, ordered by "Miss Elegy" to come to the mortal world to carry out God's will, I am regarded as a prey by a mortal?
He picked up his brush and drew a round of abstract colorful vortex in front of him. The vortex was twisted and looked like the face of an old man, grinning strangely.

Gillan had a cold face.

'Attribute Renovation!'

After resetting his own attributes, he concentrated on adding points to his strength. This time, his strength broke through to 40 points after adding 85 points of attributes!
"Broken Star——"

A cruel expression bloomed on Gillan's face.

He kicked out fiercely.

Bang! ! !
The face of the old man with a strange smile who was standing in front of Pablo suddenly exploded into countless oil paint bubbles, and could not be blocked even for a moment.

Pablo's expression changed drastically, and before he could dodge, he was hit in the chest by a terrifying force.

"what!!"

His body drew a straight line, smashing one wall after another, piercing through the entire "Jacobin Grand Opera House", and flew towards the farther air.

There was a loud bang.

Like a bomb exploding.

Suddenly appeared in the sky above the federal capital.

Pablo's earthly self turned into oil-painted fireworks and was kicked to pieces by Gillan on the spot!
(End of this chapter)