From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 553 Get it together
A mysterious and invisible rhythmic wind blew past, rolled into the air, and directly passed over the man who was trying to escape.

The golden light that shot up into the sky suddenly twisted and fluctuated.

Then everyone heard a scream from above their heads, and saw the purple-eyed young man turn his big hand upside down and press it down.

There was a blurry light and shadow between Jilan's five fingers.

It seemed as if he was manipulating some terrible power.

"what--"

The man in the robe was ragged and bloody, and his entire body seemed to be tightly wrapped by an invisible force and pulled back.

In fact, this is Jilan's secondary refining of "Ganfeng", compressing, condensing, and shaping it into a "fluid" that can be manipulated by mind.

The invisible fluid transformed into a giant hand, grabbing the man in its palm and slamming him to the ground.

Boom! !
There was a loud bang.

The ground shook.

Countless dust and gravel flew everywhere, creating circular mud waves.

Everyone could not help but step back and raise their hands to block the strong wind and dust. After a while, they looked up, all with a look of horror.

Next to Angus's huge body, there was a huge pit with a diameter of more than ten meters. Amidst the smoke and dust, one could vaguely see the strange superior lying inside.

But this person was seriously injured and his body was covered in blood.

He was breathing heavily, his red eyes staring at the young man standing by the pit.

"Tell Anthony the Stonemason, and have him tell the other superiors in the Federation camp... The mortal world is my territory. You can come to me, but if I see you, I will kill you all!"

Jilan stood straight, adjusted the brim of his hat, looked down at the man in the pit with cold eyes, and said lightly.

The seriously injured and dying man said nothing, but his eyelids twitched and veins on his forehead were exposed.

Apparently, these words made Him feel insulted.

"Ah."

Jilan chuckled, not bothering to pay attention to this guy anymore, and simply raised his hand.

Dozens, even hundreds of finger-thick silver lightning bolts burst out from his palms, like a large net, covering the pit and Angus in a fan shape.

Crackling!

Everyone saw only flashing silver light and drifting electric arc sparks in the air.

The seriously injured man and the dying Angus were all turned into powder and decomposed on the spot in this torrent of lightning!
Jilan bent his five fingers and suddenly clenched them into a fist.

Snapped!
The silver lightning was recovered again, carrying the huge amount of decomposed energy, condensed in his hands, and reconstructed into two dazzling glass beads.

He was too lazy to keep it and chose corruption directly.

Colorful lights that others could not observe emerged, and the two glass beads in the palm of his hand disappeared, turning into Jilan's mysterious points.

I saw that there were 5000 more energy points on the panel.

The accumulated point reached "28970".

A satisfied curve appeared at the corner of Jilan's mouth.

"Weiwei."

He called out softly.

Immediately, the sapphire ring on the middle finger flashed, and a charming little man the size of a palm flew out.

The little familiar flapped its bat wings and hovered above Jilan's shoulder.

It first glanced at the silent "crowd" and noticed that their eyes were filled with awe as they looked at its master, and it couldn't help feeling secretly proud.

Then she said to Jilan in a tender voice:
"Master, what do you need Weiwei for?"

"Help me search the ruins of the apartment building in front and see if you can find a torn black film reel."

Gilan pointed forward.

Weiwei quickly agreed and flapped her bat wings vigorously, leaving a black shadow and whooshing into the ruins.

Not long after.

The little familiar flew back again, holding a torn black film in his hand.

Now, Weiwei has been following Jilan all the way and after absorbing a large amount of soul energy, she has already evolved to the level of a high-ring Hell Viscount, which is equivalent to the strength of an ordinary 4th-level Jiushi.

Its intervention in the material world has been enhanced, and it is no longer able to rely solely on spells to influence living things as before.

Jilan took the film reel from Weiwei, smiled and praised her a few words, then put it back into the ring.

Looking at the film fragments in his hand with the label "No. 1", he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Now, there is only one last fragment left..."

Thinking of this, Gilan turned around and looked at the crowd.

However, what he didn't expect was that before he could open his mouth, Shi Luo Simon had already taken the initiative to walk over to him.

The tall and thin gentleman looked nervous. When he came in front of Gillan, he took off his hat and bowed deeply.

"Mr. Gillan, I'm sorry for what happened in the past... I just saw that you seemed to be looking for film fragments. I happened to have a similar collection in my hand, so I took this opportunity to present it to you as an apology."

Schro said carefully, reaching into his top hat and pulling out a torn film reel that was almost identical to the one in Gillan's hand.

Gillan stared at the man in front of him silently.

It was not until cold sweat dripped down Shi Luo's forehead and his face gradually turned pale that he spoke:
"Since you are so sensible, I will not kill you today."

Hearing this, Shi Luo was stunned at first, then his eyes revealed the joy of surviving the disaster.

Gillan reached out and took the film reel from the other person, glanced down, and sure enough, it was marked with "No. 3".

He couldn't help but secretly sigh that this trip was smooth and he was able to collect the remaining pieces of "Curtain Call #1" as he wished.

'After returning to Musikverein, go watch the movie as soon as possible.'

Gillan thought.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he said calmly to the tall and thin gentleman in front of him:

"You seem to have been searching for the secret of ascension?"

"Yes, sir." Shi Luo bowed his head and said respectfully. "I have the honor to visit the Great Library this time, and I have learned this knowledge."

Jilan observed Shi Luo's spirituality, but shook his head.

The path this guy took was the same furnace sword spiral as his own, but it was the path of the "director" of February Sichen, and was at the 6th level of the original "scenery".

"February is a dead end. You can't get through it."

Since this guy took the initiative to offer the film fragments, Gilan gave him a casual reminder.

Hearing this, Shi Luo was stunned.

He was obviously a little panicked, and asked in a trembling voice:

"Please...please enlighten me, Mr. Gilan!"

"The February Ascension Gate has long been occupied by the Three Arts Divisions. They do not allow anyone to ascend in this month."

Gillan shook his head.

His eyes were indifferent, and he added:
"Also, I want to remind you that if you choose to bow to the Art Camp and ascend using their path, then you will be my enemy. If we meet again, I will kill you without hesitation. Do you understand?"

"Understood……"

Shi Luo responded in a deep voice, with a look of awe on his face.

But he never expected that after all the hard work he had found the secret of ascension, the way forward would be blocked.

An inexplicable despair arose.

At this time, Jilan said lightly:

"February is a dead end for now, but it doesn't mean it will always be a dead end. There's no need to be too pessimistic."

"Hmm?" Shi Luo looked up, as if he saw hope. "Sir, what you mean is..."

Jilan smiled without saying anything and turned away.

Shi Luo was left standing there, pondering the deeper meaning of his words.

After a while.

He seemed to have some guesses and was suddenly shocked.

"Could it be that... the 'Red Sage' intends to ascend to the February Sichen?!" According to his growth trajectory, this is not impossible... After all, it only took the 'Red Sage' two or three years from a mortal to an immortal.

Become a god...

Maybe the "Red Sage" can really do it!
Shi Luo turned his head with a complicated expression, looking at the young man's departing back, and inexplicably felt a sense of greatness.

...

...

The next day.

Gillan arrived at Triumph Mansion as usual.

As soon as she entered her chairman's office, Maiev walked in with a stack of documents.

"Chairman Jilan, some major events have happened overseas recently."

The uniformed female secretary placed the documents on the curved desk and reported in a deep voice.

"According to the spies the committee has planted in various countries, traces of the three major old god cults, the 'Tian Nie Cult', the 'Golden Branch of Dawn', and the 'Crescent Moon Society' have been discovered..."

As she spoke, hatred appeared on Maiev's face.

Gillan picked up a document and looked through it.

Soon, he narrowed his eyes.

According to the committee's intelligence, in addition to the three major overlords, the Stuttgart Empire, the Bremen Empire and the Owena Federation, many mysterious and dangerous incidents have occurred in the dozens or hundreds of small countries around them in recent months.

There are endless incidents of appalling behavior that violate secular ethics, such as parent-child killings, obscene gatherings, and killing games, and the three old god cults are behind them.

"The followers of the Old Gods have been making frequent moves recently. They have also deliberately avoided the three major overlords and only caused chaos in these small countries. There must be some conspiracy behind this."

Maiev said solemnly.

"Small principalities such as Poole, Cruz, and Anduliwe have fallen into chaos and misery, with more than half of the civilians being sacrificed."

"..."

Jilan looked at the expression on her face, then looked at the intelligence file in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

The people of this strange world have lived in misery and shrouded in mysterious darkness since the Middle Ages.

The trend is irresistible.

This sentence best describes ordinary people.

Ji Lan couldn't help but sigh, if he didn't have "Banlan" by his side and embarked on the "Road of the Fire Sword" by chance, he might have died in the cell of the Mangrove Street Police Station, or in repeated dangers.

'But I am not a savior, and I don't have the ability to save everyone. I can only take care of myself and the people around me.'

Jilan's eyes were cold.

"But... the three old secret sects are pure cancer and pests in the world. If there is a chance, we must eradicate them completely. Just like eradicating the three secret societies, we must also wipe them out from the world!"

He also never forgot that he himself had a grudge against these three esoteric sects.

Jilan will settle accounts with these three sooner or later!

After a busy day.

into the night.

Guillen left the Triumph Building and drove back to the apartment at 9 Morales Street.

After a quick wash, he changed into a skin-friendly silk robe and turned on the long-missed projector in the master bedroom.

After inserting a brand new mercury battery, Gillan took out three fragments of "Curtain Call #1" and let them merge on their own.

Once the complete film reel was formed, Gillan mounted it on the projector and pressed the metal paddle switch.

Click.

There was a crisp sound.

blah blah...

blah blah blah...

The shuttle started to move, and a beam of light was projected from the light box and fell on the curtain hanging on the wall.

"Let me see the last secret that Director Clark left for me."

Jilan took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged.

Then he looked towards the curtain.

Wow.

The noise and vertical spots moved downward for a moment, and a line of white subtitles appeared on the screen:
"This is my brief life as Clark Ashton Smith after traveling to another world."

“I dedicate this to my pursuit of my dreams, my praise for the supreme creativity of mankind, and my final effort for my best friend whom I have never met.”

The subtitles stayed on for ten seconds.

Then it slowly dissipated.

Instead, there is a bird's-eye view of a medieval village, with the camera slowly zooming in until it switches to a close-up of a young boy.

The boy was wearing a poor man's linen shirt, with delicate features, and looked about 13 or 14 years old. He was tied up and lying on a pile of straw in the cowshed, unconscious.

'That's... a young Mr. Clark?'

Jilan had some guesses, and his consciousness flickered.

In the blink of an eye, he found himself in the world of the film.

As soon as he came in, "Banlan" gave a hint.

These were the Dark Ages of the early seventeenth century.

Gilan understood instantly. According to the time node, William Gerard should be in his teens at this time, and was working as a mercenary in the Percy Merchant Alliance to make a living and learn skills.

"So, the film starts with the director just crossing over..."

he thought.

Jilan looked around and found himself outside the cowshed. Through the light hole in the wall, he could see the unconscious boy inside.

At the same time, he also found that this time, like watching "Curtain Call #2", he could not intervene in any way and could only watch.

clap clap clap...

At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard.

Jilan turned his head and saw a group of ragged villagers, armed with sickles, axes and pitchforks, holding torches, coming towards the cowshed aggressively.

"That kid Clark must have sold his soul to the devil in exchange for heretical knowledge!"

A skinny middle-aged man with a leather hat and a moustache said angrily.

"He actually said that our world is round and that the air is filled with tiny creatures. He also blasphemed and slandered Omer as a fake... Damn it! We must send him to the stake before the church arrives, otherwise our entire village will suffer!"

"I've already seen that something is wrong with that kid!"

Another obese lady in a red headscarf said in doubt, her face full of fat shaking.

She waved the kitchen knife in her hand and said hurriedly:
"How can anyone survive the disease? And after recovering from the disease, he became a completely different person. His tone and behavior are completely different from before... Maybe Clark has been possessed by the devil for a long time!"

"Burn him!"

Some villagers shouted in horror.

Then, the rest of the villagers echoed:

"Burn him to death!!"

Clang!

The man in the fur hat kicked open the simple wooden door of the cowshed, and immediately, the villagers rushed in and dragged the boy out.

Gillan followed all the way.

He witnessed the villagers tying Clark to the burning cross at the entrance of the village.

At this time, the boy finally woke up.

After he opened his eyes, he looked at the surroundings.

Seeing the villagers glaring at him with horror, and his own desperate situation trapped on the stake, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

(End of this chapter)