From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 558 Scapefit
The scream was exactly the voice of Torina!

The "Scorched Priest" Jora Jox, who was following behind Gillan, also suddenly changed his expression, with worry flashing in his eyes.

"Where is Miss Torina?"

Gillan asked in a deep voice without even turning his head.

Jorah responded quickly:
"The young lady is in the attic room..."

Hearing this, Jilan did not hesitate at all and directly used the essence ability of "fast movement".

His figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

When he reappeared, he was standing outside the golden fence of the attic boudoir.

Jilan looked up and his pupils shrank.

In the center of the boudoir, the originally clean and white curtains hanging around the huge princess bed were now covered in blood.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Ji Lan's heart sank.

He quickly raised his hand, grabbed the golden ball-shaped door handle and twisted it. With a click, the gate opened.

After walking in quickly, the smell of blood became stronger.

Jilan came to the bed and carefully lifted the curtain.

wow——

I saw a young girl in black silk pajamas, curled up on the bed, her face full of pain.

Tolina had lost her usual calm and dignified appearance. Her long black hair was now disheveled, stained with sweat and blood, and stuck to her pale face.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, blood was oozing from the corners of her eyes, nostrils, lips, and ears, and she looked extremely horrifying.

There were blood stains on his body, bed and pillow.

"Whoosh, whoosh..."

The girl opened her mouth and gasped for breath, like a dehydrated fish dying.

Seeing this, Jilan quickly bent down and picked him up.

As soon as he touched her, he felt the coldness coming from her body, as if he was holding not a body but an ice sculpture.

"Torina, can you hear me?"

Jilan said solemnly.

Torina didn't answer.

The girl lay in his arms, twitching convulsively, her head tilted back, limp and powerless.

"Ho..."

Torina's throat seemed to be filled with terrible pain, and she couldn't bear it anymore and screamed:

"what!!"

Gillan was shocked.

He didn't know what was wrong with Torina, so he could only hug the girl tightly, hoping that his body temperature would make her feel better.

"Ahhhhh!!"

The girl's screams did not stop.

The voice was sharp and hoarse, containing unimaginable pain, and mixed with a hint of crying, as if hiding grievance and helplessness.

Soon, Gilan felt a warm and smooth touch. He raised his hand and found that his palm was stained with bright red blood.

Even his clothes were soaked with blood.

'What happened to Torina?'

Gillan felt nervous and uneasy.

Snapped!
At this moment, Tolina seemed to have regained some consciousness. She raised her little hand and grabbed Gilan's sleeve as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Gillan looked down.

The girl opened her eyes a little at some point, revealing deep, dark pupils underneath... Her eyes flashed with a complex mixture of surprise, attachment, and hope.

"Mr. Gillan..."

Torina's voice was hoarse and weak.

His dry, white lips cracked and blood flowed out.

"I hurt so much..."

"Torina, what happened?"

Gillan asked with concern.

However, Tolina just trembled and spoke intermittently:
"I... my power suddenly got out of control... someone took advantage of my law... and forcibly grafted the harm onto me... and made me the scapegoat."

"A scapegoat?!"

Jilan narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, he noticed that Tolina's small hand, which was tightly grasping his sleeve, was covered with cracks and blood was oozing out of it.

Jilan took a deep breath, reached out his hand, and carefully opened the collar of the girl's nightgown...

Its crystal clear, tender and smooth body was covered with dense cracks, like porcelain about to break, and blood was flowing.

Although Tolina continued to mobilize the power of the law to heal her injuries, cracks continued to appear over and over again.

Suddenly, Jilan thought of something...

"Is it possible?!"

His pupils shrank sharply.

'The Federation Army's "immortality" is actually transferring all fatal injuries to Torina through unknown means, allowing her to bear the damage and pain on behalf of the soldiers?! '

Thinking of this, Jilan felt that it was more and more possible.

First, the three old gods and secret cults stirred up trouble outside the country, then "Ms. Snow" was attacked, causing her "Law of Balance" to fail, and then the Federation launched a general offensive, and the soldiers became immortal...

All of this seems unrelated, but in fact they are vaguely connected.

If this is true, then Tolina is forced to become a "wound-bearing tool", suffering for the Federation soldiers and even the Federation superiors, while the Federation does not need to worry about injuries and can attack the Empire recklessly.

This would not only deal a blow to one of the empire's Si Chen, but would also enable one's own side to be unstoppable and boost morale.

“Fuck…”

There was a strong murderous intent in Jilan's eyes.

This move by the federal government is quite cruel!
He looked at the miserable appearance of the girl in his arms, listened to her heavy breathing in suppressed pain, and suddenly became furious.

"Don't worry, Torina, I will help you... Just bear with it and hold on."

Jilan carefully smoothed the girl's hair, gently stroked her forehead, and said in a deep voice.

He silently held the girl in his arms and sat on the bed for a long time. However, Tolina's condition did not improve at all. Instead, her convulsions and screams became more and more frequent, and the blood flowing from her body almost contaminated the entire bed.

"I'll be back to see you soon."

Gillan laid the girl on the bed.

Tolina instinctively curled up into a ball again, trembling continuously, with tears of blood flowing from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm waiting for you……"

A faint voice entered Jilan's ears, leaving him stunned.

...

...

hum! !

A flash of golden light appeared.

Late at night, on the 70th floor of the Triumph Building, a young man suddenly appeared in the chairman’s office.

Jilan was "demoted" again and returned to the mortal world.

He walked to the window expressionlessly and looked at the night view outside. His eyes passed over the urban cluster and looked towards the distant northern horizon.

"What happened to Tolina must be related to the Federation... and the first to appear were the three old god cults."

Gillan thought.

'Are they the main reason?'

His purple eyes were cold and his face was as frosty as ice.

The murderous intent in my heart is brewing.

Although he wanted to personally wipe out the three old secret cults from this world, their members were numerous and scattered across the country, making them extremely difficult to find.

Even if Gilan has the ability to teleport, it would be too inefficient to search for him alone.

The most important point is that he is not sure that the Three Old Gods Cult is the culprit that caused Torina to become a "tool for injury".

If he got it wrong, all his efforts would be in vain.

"Calm down first..."

Gillan narrowed his eyes and quickly adjusted his emotions. "The most important thing right now is to find out why Torina became a scapegoat... Only by knowing the real reason can we find the right target."

He quickly fell into deep thought.

Gilan's powerful spirituality made his mind extremely agile. After sorting out the many major events and intelligence details that had occurred recently, an inconspicuous piece of information immediately caught his attention.

"By the way, why did 'Windmill Cat' Pal Solomon suddenly join the Federation camp without any warning..."

Gillan's eyes were deep.

'Now two July Apostles have become enemies of the Empire, and Torina happened to be born from the mad remains of the July Hour "Noon Dawn". Is there a secret hidden in this?'

He didn't know the answer.

But someone should know.

Gillan took out a Christmas bell and rang it gently.

jingle.

An invisible sound wave spread out and echoed far away.

After a while.

A dark shadow streaked across the night sky.

A ceramic reindeer pulling a sleigh came running through the air and hovered outside the window.

Jilan opened the window, and the mouth of the reindeer sculpture opened and closed mechanically, making a childish voice:

"Mr. Gillan Iros, the Red Sage, I am the messenger of Santa Claus. What can I do for you?"

"I have something important to discuss with Mr. Germain. I need to talk to him alone."

Jilan said calmly.

Hearing this, the pottery reindeer said politely:

"Received. Please wait a moment."

Gillan stood silently at the windowsill.

half an hour.

hum-

A beam of light descended from the sky and landed directly on the sleigh, revealing a white-haired boy in a red cloak.

Germain held the oak staff in his arms and asked doubtfully:

"Mr. Gillan, you're looking for me?"

"Something went wrong with the laws of the August Hour's Our Lady of Sorrow. She is now forced to endure suffering that she shouldn't have to endure..."

Jilan said solemnly.

"What do you know about this?"

"Um?!"

Germain's face changed.

Gilan caught the change in his expression, understood, and nodded immediately:

"It seems that Mr. Germain really knows..."

He took a deep breath, took off his hat, bowed to the boy in the red cloak, and said sincerely:

"Please tell me the reason."

"..."

Germain was silent for a moment and sighed.

He raised his hand, and a snowflake of ice that looked like a mysterious symbol appeared in his palm, and he threw it away.

"Angel, please come over here."

Germain called softly.

As soon as He finished speaking, another beam of light descended from the sky and landed on the sled.

A lovely girl in a white robe, with wings on her back and a halo on her head sat next to Germain.

"What's wrong, Germaine?"

Angel looked confused.

He looked at the purple-eyed young man in the window again.

"Huh? Mr. Gillan is here too!"

"Is such that……"

Germain patiently recounted the story.

Angel's pretty eyebrows suddenly raised and her face was full of anger.

"It must have been Pal and Gabriel who did it!"

His clear and melodious voice was extremely firm.

Immediately, Angel explained to Jilan:
"This secret is known to few people... Actually, after our Lord killed the remains and hid in the divine land, the right to use the 'Law of Order' was managed by the four of us angels. But after the birth of 'Lord Sulfur', the 'Law of Order' underwent some changes, and the crowns of Pal and Gabriel inherited this change and began to become disordered."

"The ascension of the Holy Mother once used the corpse of 'Sulphur Lord' as a medium, and with the help of the huge and complete four elements of the universe contained in his body, she completed the 'Equivalent Exchange' ritual, but was also affected by the abnormal 'Law of Order'..."

"So, the Mother was born with a chronic illness and has no legs. At the same time, the 'Law of Darkness' that She controls is inherently disordered... Only the power related to the 'Law of Order' can alleviate Her pain, but it will also be affected by it."

After listening to Angel's story, Jillian suddenly understood.

Although Torina's ascension was the same as that of her father, the "Remnant King" William Gerard, she borrowed the "Spark of Enlightenment" left by the third-year "God of Love".

But his ritual was simpler and more brutal than William's, and therefore left hidden dangers.

After the "Crippled King" and "Ms. Snow" joined forces to suppress the "Lord of Sulfur", they used him as a medium for their daughter's ascension. However, the gift of fate had already been secretly marked with a price. Not only was Tolina born with a disability, but the "Law of Darkness" she mastered after ascending to godhood was also deeply affected by the mutated "Law of Order".

Therefore, from a certain perspective, the two apostles, "Windmill Cat" Pal and "Cup Doctor" Gabriel, can leverage and influence the operation of the "Law of Darkness".

"These two guys are the culprits..."

Jilan narrowed his eyes and spoke in a cold tone.

He also understood why the blood and laws of the "Windmill Cat" could be used to relieve Miss Tolina's pain.

"Miss Angel, Mr. Germain, is there any way to completely solve this problem left by the ascension of Our Lady of Sorrow?"

"..."

Germain sighed and fell silent.

Angel on the side frowned, bit her lip, and said:

"Cut off the part of the mutated 'Law of Order' and give it to the Holy Mother to devour."

"what do you mean……"

Gillan mused.

Angel's cute face showed murderous intent.

"Kill Pal and Gabriel! Take the crowns they hold!"

"You are all four angels under Omer's command in the past. Would you watch them die?"

Jilan was silent for a moment and asked quietly.

This time, Germain answered in a deep voice:
"After Pal's fall and Gabriel's betrayal, we have long since broken off relations... If their death can bring back the Virgin Mary's healing, it is also a manifestation of fulfilling the Lord's will. I will not interfere."

"Germain and I have a different opinion."

Angel stood up from the sleigh, her beautiful golden eyes sparkling and her nose slightly wrinkled.

The wings behind him spread out, and his whole body was facing the moonlight, with the outline of his body shining brightly.

"Paar Solomon chose to associate with the madness that my Lord hates. He completely fell into disorder and was no longer worthy of embracing the dawn... Gabriel Metatron followed the guidance of disorder, betrayed my Lord, and joined the other Hours. His crown must be stripped."

"I'm willing to help you!"

Angel said coldly.

"Help you kill these two disordered angels!"

His words startled Germain.

The latter lowered his eyes, shook his head and said nothing.

"Thank you, Miss Angel."

Gillan took a deep breath.

He was not impulsive.

Although the target had been determined, the enemies were two real Level 9 apostles, while he had just ascended to Level 7 not long ago, so the two sides were not opponents of the same level.

"Please wait for a while and let me prepare. Then, I will ask you to help me hunt down Pal and Gabriel."

"ASAP."

Angel nodded, and then looked down at the city cluster below, reminding him intentionally or unintentionally:
"Some people and some things can't wait."

(End of this chapter)