From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 527: Battle

"Pablo's ego is ruined..."

The man in vestments wearing a skeleton mask stood on the broken wall at the top of the opera house, looked up at the "fireworks" blooming in the distance, and said lightly.

Beside him, the bearded "mason" was silent for a few seconds and said in a deep voice:

"This is going to be embarrassing."

It is really hard to understand that five apostles joined forces to deal with a mortal, but one of them was killed in return.

It is foreseeable that this incident will become a laughing stock in God’s Land for a long time to come.

Pablo's real body must be furious at this moment.

"We all underestimated the Red Sage. His strength is indeed stronger than his teacher... It can even be said that it is difficult to find a few mortals stronger than him in the world."

As Yasirs said this, he turned around and looked down.

The purple-eyed young man was still standing in the middle of the ruins of the concert hall, holding the "Philosopher's Sword" in his hand. He looked lazy and had no intention of running away. He seemed to be quietly waiting for them.

Jilan's appearance even made "Dai Shensong" and "Stonemason" feel an inexplicable absurdity.

What kind of strength and reliance does he have to be so reckless. Facing the siege of several apostles, he is still confident... even arrogant? !
"Although the Red Sage has not yet ascended, he has indeed stood at the pinnacle of the mortal world... We are just enemies. If we want to take him down, we must be serious."

Yashirs said with a chuckle.

"Let's go down, lest the little fellow think we are afraid. Ha, interesting."

Whizzing!

He and Anthony flashed and reappeared in the ruins of the concert hall.

Almost the next second, Hermann and Avigni reappeared and stood behind the young man with purple eyes.

The four apostles surrounded him, their expressions changed from casual to serious.

The cracks in the starry sky created by Gillan's sword and the scene of him kicking Pablo to pieces made them all realize that they were now in the mortal world and they, the apostles, were restricted by each other. If they were not careful, they might end up like the "Triangle Lord".

"Angels, please attack together."

Gilan held the "Philosopher's Sword" with his eyes lowered.

He spoke in a calm tone, as if he didn't care.

"Because I will defeat them one by one, destroying both of us and losing face...then they will become a joke in the God's Land and be spread throughout the corridors by the 'evil god' Lady Sade."

"Heh." Avigni laughed. "Gilan Iros, everyone present here, in their respective eras, was like you, reaching the top of the world... but no one is as arrogant as you."

"Arrogant?"

Jilan raised his eyebrows and looked at the guy in the black cloak with messy black hair and who couldn't be identified as a man or a woman.

He shook his head and said:

"I'm just stating the facts."

"Before you all ascended to heaven, you were indeed the strongest people in the world, but who among you can achieve what I have done?"

"Have it?"

"..."

Avigni's smile faded and he fell silent.

What the other party said is also true.

These apostles were undoubtedly the best of their time before they ascended to heaven, but they were not as accomplished as the "Red Sage".

He was able to fight the apostles head-on with his mortal body, and finally killed them...

It can be said that Gilan Iros's achievements are so brilliant that they can illuminate the past and present, and it is difficult to find another such outstanding person.

"Let's stop the small talk here."

Herman said coldly.

"Gilan Iros, whether you can return to the empire alive tonight depends on your ability."

"I will certainly return alive, but I'm afraid it's hard to say for you."

Gillan grinned.

bass--

The "Philosopher's Sword" made a clanging sound.

This was the first time he held the sword with both hands since he drew it.

One swing, one upright.

The scarlet and translucent "Philosopher's Sword" stood straight in front of him, covering half of his face.

At this time, the "Jacobin Opera House" had been destroyed like a ruin, and the concert hall had collapsed, exposing the ceiling.

The bright moonlight shone in the field, reflecting the "Philosopher's Sword" scarlet. The red light hit the half of Jilan's face that was exposed, making her look seductive and mysterious.

Gilan's smile slowly disappeared and turned into solemnity.

His eyes were deep and cold.

"Wang Lin·Heavy Rain!!"

Jilan's indifferent voice echoed all around.

Boom! !

Suddenly there was a loud thunder!
The four apostles frowned in unison.

They could all feel a terrifying aura emanating from the purple-eyed young man in front of them.

A mysterious radiating magnetic field that could only be seen by those with high spiritual vision burst out from the young man's body surface and spread in all directions like the sun's radiation.

Buzz!

Buzz! !

The moonlight of the night quickly faded away.

Obscured by a thick, swirling cloud.

The light dimmed, leaving only scarlet.

The young man who was surrounded began to shake and twist violently - that was because a vague phantom of armor emerged from behind him and merged with his body.

The mysterious magnetic field even distorted their vision, causing the four apostles present to feel a strong sense of oppression.

They couldn't help but look up and suddenly look at the night sky.

All I saw was dark clouds with lightning and thunder, and the entire vortex enveloped the sky above the Grand Opera House.

"Hurry up and stop him!!"

Hermann shouted.

He immediately raised the jeweled cross sword, transformed into a blood mist and rushed towards Jilan. In almost the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the opponent and chopped him down on the head with the sword.

But Gillan didn't make any move.

Don't hide or avoid.

He still held the sword in both hands, holding it straight in front of him. He raised his purple eyes slightly and looked coldly at Hermann as he slashed at him with the sword.

Bang! !

The armored phantom behind him suddenly raised his hand, blocked Hermann's attack with one hand, and grabbed the jeweled cross sword.

The "Mad King" clasped his five fingers together and gripped the sword tightly, causing Hermann to pause.

"What's this……"

Herman's pupils shrank.

Bang! ! !
Suddenly, Hermann's body tilted, his entire head was hit by an invisible bombardment, and his twisted body flew out upside down.

The other three apostles were all shocked.

They just blinked and saw that the armored phantom's posture changed, and it turned into a movement of holding a locomotive-shaped hammer and swinging it to end.

"The phantom summoned by the Red Sage is very powerful and can deceive our perception, skipping the continuous movement trajectory and completing the attack directly."

“Dai Shensong” Yasirs quickly analyzed something and said in a deep voice.

"Everyone, be careful!"

But he just finished speaking.

Wow! !

Heavy rain poured down, soaking Yasirs' body in an instant.

He groaned suddenly, and felt a tearing pain all over his body, and his pupils shrank sharply. What fell on him was not raindrops at all!

But it was a series of silver sword beams!
The body seemed to be pierced with thousands of holes and made crackling sounds.

Whoosh! !

Yasirs acted decisively, took out two pieces of parchment filled with drama stories, and threw them into the air.

The parchment fluttered in the rainstorm, and soon, a translucent black mist devil and a white-haired elf in gorgeous clothes flew out of it.

These two powerful fictional creatures are derived from the dramatic stories "Faust" and "A Midsummer Night's Dream" invented by the god Archilochus.

"The Devil" Mephisto and "The Elf King" Oberon.

The devil laughed wildly, opened his mouth and sucked the rainwater from above Yasirs's head into his stomach. His belly bulged like a balloon, but he was not hurt at all.

The Elf King raised his scepter and waved it, and the rainstorm changed its course, avoiding Yasirs and the other apostles.

At this time, the "demon dog" Avigni and the "stonemason" Anthony had taken the opportunity to approach the young man with purple eyes.

One of them turned his arms into huge black claws, and the other swung his hammer like a sculptured masterpiece. The attacks of these two seemed ordinary, but they were actually dangerous.

Any level 6 strong man in the world who is hit will die.

But at this moment.

Click!

A flash of white light illuminated the dim battlefield.

"Dai Shensong" Yasirs reacted the fastest, and seemed to have thought of something, his face changed slightly.

"Is that... the sound of a shutter?"

The joint attack of Avigny and Anthony was frozen in place as if time had stopped with the flashing of the camera fill light.

"It was the February Apostle who was helping in secret!"

Yasirs reminded in a deep voice.

But it's too late.

Although Avigni and Anthony's actions were only paused for a moment, the enemy they faced was the "Red Sage" Gilan Iros.

Moreover, the distance between the two sides was only a few meters.

It's so close!

And the timing of the shutter to capture the picture was too fatal!

Gilan looked at the motionless strange man in the black cloak and the bearded burly man holding a hammer in front of him, and noticed the shock that flashed across their faces.

He grinned.

"Thanks, Ms. Cross."

At this moment, Jilan merged with the armor phantom behind him and completely transformed into the "Mad King".

bass! ! !
He held the "Philosopher's Sword" in both hands and slashed horizontally!
For this sword, he used "attribute reconstruction" to temporarily raise the strength to 85 points. At the same time, with the blessing of "Wang Lin·Heavy Rain", it broke through to a terrifying 100 points.

With such attributes, he is no longer an ordinary person.

I'm afraid even the 7th-level body ascenders would feel inferior to him.

hum! ! !
The bright silver Milky Way passed by, illuminating the area several kilometers around the Grand Opera House as if it were daytime.

The spectacular and brilliant light lasted for a full ten seconds.

Boom! ! !
The horrific explosions continued.

The Jacobins seemed to be bombarded.

The earth shook and the mountains trembled with great force.

The Jacobin Grand Opera House was razed to the ground in an instant! Even the streets, street lights, landscapes, and decorative buildings in that area were all destroyed by the terrifying sword light and turned into dust.

The shock wave created a hurricane-like force wind.

At this moment, countless people in the federal capital screamed and exclaimed, looking at the lightning, thunder and starlight coming from the direction of the Grand Opera House from afar.

The main traffic arteries in the periphery were blocked and thousands of people stopped to watch.

There were also countless troops, armored vehicles, and tanks moving around, forcibly expelling the people in the name of "war emergency orders."

There was noise and screaming.

The Jacobins in the federal capital were in chaos.

Wow!

A stone pier several meters high was blown away, and a ragged figure in military uniform walked out from the ruins with difficulty.

It was the one-armed man "Blood Colonel" Hermann.

At this moment, his body was covered with cracks, like a piece of porcelain that would shatter into pieces at any time.

Hermann looked around and fell silent.

This place has become an empty ruin. The original federal wonder, the "Jacobin Opera House", has disappeared without a trace, leaving only the ruins of the building all over the ground.

The heavy rain continued to pour down.

The rustling rain blurred the vision, and the flashing lightning in the sky was like a silver dragon flying through the sky.

Boom! !
"Has the relationship between Avigni and Anthony been completely destroyed by the sword of the Red Sage?"

Hermann muttered with a look of disbelief.

At this moment, he had lost the strength to fight again and could only try his best to emit blood mist to block the invasion of torrential sword energy.

But even so, his cracked face began to break and fall off, making a rustling sound.

Not far away, a dishevelled figure also ran over quickly. It was none other than the "Song of the Gods" Yasirs.

"Damn it!"

The skeleton mask on Yasirs' face fell off at some point, revealing a handsome and pale young man's face underneath.

"How could Gillan Iros's sword have such destructive power?!"

His expression was distorted and his eyes revealed deep confusion.

"This power clearly does not belong to the mortal world! It definitely does not belong to the mortal world! But why didn't he ascend?!"

"Have the laws of the world collapsed?!"

The devil and the Elf King followed closely beside him, shielding him from the heavy rain.

After the two met, they looked at each other and were speechless.

Both sides looked extremely ugly.

They knew that the "Red Sage" Gilan Iros had grown into a full-fledged being, and possessed power that was unrivaled in the world.

If such a powerful person in the mortal world follows the example of his teacher, the "White Sage" Pala, and chooses not to ascend to heaven but to stay in the mortal world, it will be an extremely terrible thing for the Federation.

Because after this battle, it is 100% certain that no one can stop him except Speaker Leonidas.

The "Red Sage" will become a heavy weight that overwhelms the balance between the two countries!
Wow! Wow! Wow!!

At this moment, the sound of heavy greaves footsteps was heard.

Hellman and Yasirs looked together.

I saw a figure wearing hideous armor, with a scarlet cloak fluttering behind him, walking slowly towards me with a locomotive hammer in one hand and a philosopher's sword in the other.

Crack!

Crackling! !
Silver lightning flashed, and a twisting beam of light as thick as a bucket fell around the figure.

Any material struck by lightning, whether it was steel bars or concrete blocks, or the debris of decorations flying out of the opera house, was all decomposed into nothingness.

At this moment, the "Red Sage" seemed to be the king in the storm, patrolling his territory.

The tall figure came with a terrifying sense of oppression.

Herman and Yasirs held their breath and even had a strange illusion -

The "Red Sage" is invincible in the world.

Whether it is an ascender or a transmigrator.

It doesn't matter whether they are apostles or even the God of the Hours.

If the gods are the gods of the divine land, then Jilan is the god of the mortal world. Even if the gods come to the mortal world, they will lose their majesty in front of this person...

(End of this chapter)