From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 564: Account Hacking
After assigning some important tasks of the committee at this stage to Alevia and the other three, Gillan's shoulders were obviously relieved a lot.

And he can then concentrate on solving the imminent big problem - hunting down the apostles "Windmill Cat" Pal and "Cup Doctor" Gabriel, and freeing Torina from the "scapegoat" state that is worse than death.

Just like untying the thread of a knot, creating a chain reaction, it can break the federal army's unsolvable immortality and allow the empire to regain the strength to fight.

In this way, the entire dead end will be revived.

In the afternoon.

Gillan put aside the pile of documents for the time being and left Triumph Building alone.

He drove to Sifang Palace.

Along the way, whether it was the official staff inside the building or the pedestrians along the way, their words and actions revealed an anxiety that could not be concealed.

People were walking in a hurry with worried looks on their faces.

Laughter and joy seemed to have disappeared from this country, leaving only depression and despair.

The news of the Owena Federation's army approaching the border could not be blocked at all. Almost everyone in the empire knew that the land they lived on was likely to change hands.

Everything you once had, whether it is status, wealth, or even your relatives and friends and your own life, is no longer under your control.

The empire seemed to be hit by a time bomb.

There is a countdown above everyone’s head.

Waiting for the final explosion and destruction.

It's a sunny day today, with no clouds in the sky.

But the whole of Muse City seemed gloomy, and the air was filled with the smell of decay.

Jilan's silver-gray car drove into the Sifang Palace unimpeded and parked at the gate of the building.

He got out of the car, climbed the stairs and walked in as two female soldiers greeted him and saluted.

After passing through many corridors, Jilan arrived at the "Imperial Conference Hall" in the deepest part of the Sifang Palace. According to the female soldier, the head of state was convening an emergency mobilization meeting.

crunch.

Gillan gently pushed open the door of the conference room.

It was quite quiet and solemn inside.

The two rows of imperial soldiers armed with live ammunition at the door looked straight ahead, crossed their legs silently, and lowered their heads.

As soon as he entered, Jilan saw that the hundreds of red leather sofas in the hall were occupied. Those attending the meeting were all high-ranking officials and generals from various departments of the empire.

These people looked solemn, some frowned and some held their foreheads, listening silently to the speech of the head of state on the podium.

At this time, someone noticed Jilan's arrival, looked surprised, and hurriedly touched his chest, bowed his head or saluted.

On the platform, Caesar, disguised as a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, was dressed in a military uniform. He stood straight and gave a speech in a deep voice into the octagonal microphone with an expressionless face:

"…The enemy is coming with great force. It is expected that they will break through Bremen's last line of defense and reach the hinterland within a week. Even Musciti will be reduced to scorched earth."

"Everyone present here is the elite of the empire and the cornerstone of Bremen. It is you who support this huge and great country."

"Now facing Owena's relentless pressure, neither you nor I can stay out of it, nor can we retreat a single step."

Caesar paused and took a deep breath.

The scene was silent for a while.

"As the head of the empire, I will live and die with Bremen. If the Owena army arrives at Musciti, I will also lead the way, take up my gun and fight the enemy until I am exhausted, and stain my homeland with blood."

Caesar's voice is very contagious.

It echoed through the radio and reached everyone's ears.

"I may fall here, in front of you, but my will is the will of Bremen, and it will stand tall in the long river of history and in the spiritual world of all the Hiru people."

"The enemy can kill us but cannot defeat us... We will fight to the last moment and fight Owena to the death!"

Just heard a swish.

President Caesar, who was sitting on the podium, knocked the heels of his leather shoes against the table surface, stood at attention, and gave a very standard cross salute to everyone.

He held his head high and showed no fear.

"Fight to the end! Fight till death!"

Everyone in the audience stood up, saluted toward the stage, and cheered loudly.

At this moment.

Every high-ranking official of the empire present had a solemn look on their faces, as if they had gained courage from the Führer and were filled with fearlessness in their hearts.

Gillan stood at the end of the seats and bowed silently.

Immediately, he took a step and walked towards the platform from the aisle.

The senior officials along the way all looked at him, and even President Caesar on the stage smiled and nodded when he saw him.

Gilan went up the steps on the side of the platform and came to the side of the leader.

Caesar reached out tacitly and turned off the octagonal microphone.

Click.

"You are finally back, how is it?"

Caesar asked in a low voice.

Gillan nodded.

"all the best."

"Very good." Caesar smiled. "When are you going to start? We don't have much time left."

"Tonight." Jilan said in a deep voice.

"Are you sure?"

Caesar asked again.

Last time, Gillan’s answer was that he was unsure, but this time, he just chuckled and didn’t respond.

Caesar seemed to realize something.

He opened his spiritual vision and observed the purple-eyed young man in front of him, and soon his pupils shrank.

Caesar's expression gradually turned into surprise.

"You..." He took a deep breath. "You're already wearing a crown?!"

After half a month of absence, Gilan Ilos, who was originally only level 7, has now become a level 9 apostle.

On top of the spiritual silhouette's head, there was a dazzling crown, shining with a deep scarlet light!
"Well, that's what I'm sure of."

Gillan Road.

Caesar did not ask about the process and reason of Gillan becoming an apostle. He just silently placed his hand on the young man's shoulder and said in a deep voice:
"Okay. Then I'll wait for your triumphant return."

Jilan nodded, adjusted the brim of his hat, turned around and walked down from the platform.

Then, under the gaze of the imperial high-ranking officials, he slowly left the conference hall, leaving behind only his straight back.

...

...

That night.

Guillen chose to "upgrade" in the master bedroom of the apartment at 9 Morales Street and entered the dream in his original form.

He reappeared in the Black Castle, and recovered all his strength and the status of a 9th-level apostle.

"call……"

Jilan felt a strong sense of power throughout his body and couldn't help but let out a long breath.

The feeling of being "demoted" to this world is not very good, as if one is put in heavy shackles and cannot move one's hands and feet.

This feeling of discomfort will only become more severe as your strength continues to increase.

'Is this the influence of the "God of Love"? His corpse releases a constant stream of "miasma" into the mortal world, thus creating a "dream of lost worms", isolating the contact between the material world and the astral world, and also restricting the intervention of the higher beings in the mortal world.'

Gillan thought to herself.

He walked straight to the castle attic.

Arriving outside Tolina's boudoir again, I could hear faint wailing coming from behind the bed curtains through the golden fence door.

Gillan's heart grew heavy as he heard the girl's painful voice.

crunch.

He pushed the door open and walked to the bed.

Lifting aside the blood-stained curtain, Jilan saw the tortured and emaciated girl.

Tolina had lost a lot of weight, her long black hair was disheveled, her whole body was twisted into a ball, her eye sockets were sunken, her lips were pale, and her originally beautiful and dignified face was covered with cracks.

Jilan noticed that the girl's consciousness seemed to be scattered, and she didn't even notice his arrival. She just twitched and spasmed from time to time, and screamed in pain.

"Torina..."

When he saw the girl like this, his heart tightened, as if his chest was blocked by something and he couldn't breathe.

Gilan sat down on the bed, gently stroking Torina's forehead and looking into her empty black eyes.

He knew very well that every second of delay would mean one more second of extreme pain for Torina, so he silently said in his heart:

"Colorful, add some..."

The mysterious points accumulated on the panel dropped rapidly, while the values ​​of the six attributes also increased.

Thump thump thump! !

Waves of invisible colorful light flickered on Jilan's body. He closed his eyes and took in the feeling.

soon.

Only 600,000 of the nearly 3 million mysterious points were left, and Jilan's six-dimensional attributes all came to a neat number -

"500!"

Gillan suddenly opened his eyes.

His purple eyes seemed to form a whirlpool at this moment, containing the starry sky and countless points of light in the universe.

This is the outward manifestation of spirituality reaching its peak.

"I have observed the panels of Sasha and Twissell. Although the two apostles are good at different fields and focus on different attributes, their average six-dimensionality is only between 300 and 400..."

Gillan thought.

'So my current value has exceeded the average level of the apostles and entered a completely new realm.'

It seems to be summarized in one sentence:
Before the hour is up, above the apostles.

At this time.

Jilan reached out and held the thin girl in his arms. He lowered his head and said softly:

"After tonight, you'll be fine..."

After saying that, countless numbers "0" flashed across Jilan's left eye, and countless numbers "1" flashed across his right eye.

He silently activated his own essential power.

'Hack the account, target "The Gentleman of Remaining Interest" Berman Ulrich.'

In an instant, an invisible force radiated out.

It spread out from the attic boudoir, instantly passed through the Black Castle, penetrated the endless sea of ​​dreams, and touched the hometown of God, Toyalan...

...

...

God's hometown and temple.

Countless mystics have tried to understand this area, but in the end they could only come up with a vague and abstract concept.

That is the "Temple" located on the top floor of Shenxiang.

It is where the Sichen people live.

Behind each "Gate of Ascension" is Si Chen's residence, and it also leads to the "Temple".

At this moment.

The sky of the divine land cast a hazy light, shining on a square building made up of countless spiral stone pillars.

It is unknown how many years this building has existed. The entire building is dark and filled with gray fog.

Jilan's consciousness awakened in the temple.

The moment he opened his eyes, his pupils shrank.

Because he saw rows and rows of wooden tables and high-backed chairs placed in front of him.

But the size of these tables and chairs is surprisingly large.

Compared with earthly buildings, a high-back chair here is almost as big as the hundred-story Triumph Building.

So at first glance, it seemed like there were many empty seats on the tables and chairs that were as big as a mountain, and there were only four giant figures, two men and two women.

Below these four huge figures, fourteen smaller figures were sitting on another row of tables and chairs.

Further down, we came to the seat where Gillan was sitting.

There are a lot of people here. At first glance, there are hundreds of people, men, women, young and old, wearing different clothes, silently, and exuding a strong aura.

Gillan looked back and saw hundreds of smaller seats.

His eyes narrowed immediately.

"It seems that I happened to be in the right place, using the name of "Gentleman Yuxi" Bellman and attending the gathering of the hostile superiors."

The four largest figures must be the four Sichen: "Blind General", "Miss Elegy", "Mrs. Ya" and "White Dove Poet".

There were fourteen apostles, hundreds of transmuters and hundreds of ascenders, almost all of them were present.

"The chess game in the mortal world has finally come to an end..."

At this time, a mature and elegant female voice sounded, echoing in the huge hall.

It originated from a lady wearing a luxurious dark green robe, with her hair tied up but her facial features cannot be seen clearly.

Jilan had already made up his mind that this person was Cynthia, "Lady Ya" of June, the goddess of dance and waiting.

The lady sat lazily with her legs crossed. She held a silver-plated pipe in her hand, puffing out smoke and saying jokingly:

"Bremen is about to collapse, and William's naive and ridiculous dream will also be shattered... The next era will eventually move towards chaos."

"The heart of 'Snow Lady' Xiadia was locked in my 'Niche', and her 'Salt Spring Sword' could not enter her heart, so her laws were incomplete and her strength was greatly reduced... As for 'The Sorrowful Mother' Tolina, she is even more pitiful. I guess she must be wailing day and night."

As she spoke, the lady began to laugh playfully, her plump figure swaying and trembling.

"Suffering for the world, what a great God! He deserves the name 'Holy Mother'."

"This plan is also thanks to Pal Solomon."

At this time, another huge male figure spoke.

She has waist-length hair, an elegant figure, and a soft voice, as if every word she says is filled with the rhythm of chanting.

Gillan stared at the other person.

He knew that this was the "White Dove Poet" Du Wei of October, the god of lies and betrayal.

The poet tilted his head slightly, and on his face covered in darkness, there seemed to be a pair of calm eyes looking towards the seats behind.

There, sitting were the fourteen apostles.

Among them was a strange man with a golden cat head and wearing a black and white plaid tuxedo.

The cat-headed man stood up, waved his hands, put his hands on his chest and back, crossed his legs, and bowed to the huge poet.

"Your Excellency Du Wei, thank you for your praise. I just came up with a small idea. It not only punishes the false gods who blasphemed the body of our Lord, but also allows the world to move towards the chaos designated by our Lord. It can be said that it kills two birds with one stone."

"You and Gabriel will continue to disrupt the dark laws of the Holy Mother until the Bremen Empire is completely destroyed."

At this time, the tall man sitting at the head seat spoke.

His voice was powerful and solemn, and he sat upright.

It is the November Hour of the "Blind General" Baldini, the god of conquest and command.

"No problem, Your Majesty Baldini, the kitten will certainly obey your will and orders."

The golden cat-headed man grinned and replied.

He then sat down again and looked into the eyes of the intellectual lady with long hair, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a white robe, who was sitting across the table from him.

"You are still so shameless, Pal."

Gabriel said calmly.

Pal didn't take it seriously. He rolled his big golden eyes and laughed:
"I learned it from you, big girl."

"..."

Gabriel narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashing in them.

There was an invisible murderous intent between the two of them.

At this time, "Miss Elegy", who had been silent all this time, spoke. Her tone was cold and there seemed to be no emotion at all, but her voice was as beautiful as a melody:

"Xiadia and Tolina are no longer a concern. William is being held back by Baldini. The only one left is Barbara, a little girl who has just ascended to heaven a few decades ago. The three of us will perform together once more to remove her from the position of Sichen."

"When the times have completely changed and Bremen has become a secret history, the apostles under you and me will also have the opportunity to ascend to the throne of God."

"Yes." The poet chuckled. "It just so happens that I have a new inspiration. I can sing a song to praise the 'torrent' of human will."

Hearing this, the other apostles at the table where Pal and Gabriel were sitting all showed anticipation.

When this battle is over, they will all have the chance to become gods!

However, what no one noticed was that, sitting in the Transmutator's seat further back, an inconspicuous gentleman in a gray suit was casually pulling down the brim of his hat.

His indifferent eyes swept across the audience.

Finally it fell on the golden cat-headed man and the lady in white robe.

'Bubble Law, lock on to the target.'

Gilan held onto Berman's body and quietly activated his own power of law.

At the same time, he used the fictitious power of the "Law of Bubbles" to convey a message to the July Apostle "Dusk" Angel through a glowing feather token.

"Miss Angel, the hunt will begin tonight."

hum! !

The girl who was sleeping soundly in front of the "Lion's Gate" was startled and sat up instantly.

His eyes were sleepy for a moment, then became bright and sharp.

bass! !

Angel raised his hand, and a huge golden-red sword emitting a blazing heat appeared in his palm, held in one hand.

The girl spread her white wings behind her and soared into the sky.

(End of this chapter)