From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 565 Hell
Gillan carried the body of "Gentleman of Remaining Breath" Berman and stayed in the "Temple" until the end of the party.

During the entire gathering, most of the conversation was done by the four Si Chens, and the apostles would occasionally say a few words. However, as for the rest of the Transmuters and Ascenders, they had no right to speak and could only listen in silence.

Ji Lan kept a low profile and remained silent throughout the whole process, and took this opportunity to eavesdrop on a lot of confidential plans, including the plan of Art Three Si Chen to take action against "Hong Liu".

They seemed to want to recreate the "Night of Exposure" and assassinate "Hongliu" again like they assassinated the "Director". While the Empire camp was weak, they would stab a fatal blow and eliminate a Si Chen.

In this way, not only can the imperial camp be crushed more thoroughly and the chance of a comeback be eliminated, but a position of Si Chen can also be freed up for the apostles under his command.

But Jilan didn't think that the Art Three Sichen would be able to succeed easily. After all, after the attack on "Ms. Snow", the "Crippled King" must have been prepared.

"It is better to inform the Führer of this matter, just in case."

Jilan thought to himself.

The gathering in the "Temple" did not last long. After it ended, all the federal superiors dispersed.

The two apostles, "Windmill Cat" Pal and "Cup-Holding Doctor" Gabriel, whom Gilan had been paying attention to, returned to their respective residences.

Because he had used the power of the "Bubble Law" in advance, Gillan had collected some data on the two people just by observation, and was able to accurately locate their movements.

The former went to "Hell", and the latter returned to the "Blind General's" residence, located in the "Sunset Hill" behind the "Gate of Centaur".

Gillan had a plan.

He identified his target and prepared to start with the "windmill cat" Pal... because this guy was alone and lacked help, and Gilan had a long-standing grudge against him and had long wanted to kill this cat that was causing trouble everywhere.

Unfortunately, the superiors in his own camp were all being watched closely by the other side, and they could not act rashly. Otherwise, Jilan was planning to take advantage of the "torrent" of Sichen, or at least call on the "lightkeeper" of the January apostle to start hunting together.

After all, "Hongliu" has the deepest hatred for "Windmill Cat". His sister Lilia was devoured by this guy before his ascension.

'In the eyes of the higher-ups in the Federation, the "Red Sage" Gillan Iros is just a genius who has just ascended to the eighth level of combat power, but he can't make much of a splash...'

Gilan carried Berman's body and walked out of the "temple" alone, strolling in the gray fog outside.

Under the brim of his hat, his eyes were indifferent.

'But the other party would never have thought that this "blind spot" would ruin their wishful thinking! '

Jilan sneered in his heart.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Federation, even if the "Red Sage" possesses invincible power in the world, he is powerless in the face of the immortal bodies of the Federation's army.

The battle of Bu-Ao is a foregone conclusion.

As for the battles at the Divine Realm level, there are a lot of rank 8 fighters like the Red Sage, so there is no need to pay any attention to them...

But Jilan will use actions to tell them that such thinking is totally wrong!
He walked in the gray fog, and once again used the token of "Dusk" Angel as a medium to convey Gabriel's location to the other party.

He temporarily handed over the target of Gabriel to Angel to contain, while his consciousness left Berman's body and returned to his original body.

hum-

Gillan opened his eyes.

He was still sitting on the central bed in the boudoir in the attic of the Black Castle, holding the haggard and painful girl in his arms.

"pain……"

Tolina collapsed in Gilan's arms, her head resting weakly in his arms, and she made a weak sound.

"It won't hurt soon."

Ji Lan took a deep breath and said softly.

He lowered his head and kissed the girl on the forehead.

"I'll be right back."

After saying that, Jilan put it down carefully and left the boudoir.

Arriving at the garden inside the Black Castle's inner wall, Gillan met the steward "Father Scorched" Jorah who had been staying there all this time.

The August Apostle had a sad face, with an extremely suppressed mood hidden between his brows.

"Mr. Gillan, how is the lady doing?"

"Not optimistic."

Gillan came over and sighed.

"His problem stems from the fact that his own laws have been affected and disturbed. He is now uncontrollably bearing the damage and pain for the Federation Army on earth... Only by completely eliminating this influence can he be freed from the state of 'scapegoat'."

"Damn it!"

Jorah hissed.

He gazed at Gilan and asked again:

"Who is influencing the lady's laws? Please tell me!"

"It won't help to tell you."

Gillan shook his head.

"The superiors in the Federation camp have been keeping an eye on you. If you act rashly, you will be surrounded and killed... In addition, Tolina also needs someone to take care of her. If even you, the only apostle, leave the Black Castle, He will be in a very dangerous situation."

"But……"

Jorah clenched his fists.

Of course, He knew that Jilan was telling the truth, but it was this feeling of anger, unwillingness and helplessness that was boiling in his heart.

His whole body involuntarily exuded a dangerous aura, and billowing black smoke rose up.

"Who will save the lady then?"

Jorah hissed.

Gilan looked at Tolina, the loyal apostle, and said softly:

"Leave it to me. I once promised Him that I would restore His legs and take Him out of the Black Castle to see the outside world... I never break my promises."

"Please keep watch here, Mr. Qiao La. I will go and solve this matter now."

After saying this, Gillan held the brim of his hat, nodded to the priest, and walked out.

Jorah stood there and watched the young man leave.

He lowered his head, hesitated for a while, and finally said in a deep voice:

"Hope you return safely, sir."

Jilan waved his hand and left without looking back.

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...

Shenxiang Corridor.

In the past, the July god "Noon Dawn" passed through here and fled to the top floor of the divine land after beheading the crazy relic "Sulfur Lord".

The remaining pollution turned the earth into darkness, dyed the sky dark, and gave birth to volcanoes, erupting endless sulfur and lava.

The manic air was swept by high temperatures, and poisonous gases were everywhere. Rivers of magma spread out, covering every corner.

This place is called "Hell".

Later, it became the residence of the October Apostle "Spirit King" and was taken over by him, and renamed "Black Cemetery".

Now the master of this place, the "Spirit King", has fallen, and the most powerful being left is the "Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon, the King of Hell.

Almost all the devils and lords in the Nine Hells regard Pal as their leader and follow his lead.

whoosh-

A tall figure suddenly appeared in the air. He was wearing a black suit, a short hat, and holding a white cane.

Gilan looked down at the black and red earth that was twisting and undulating due to the high temperature, and murmured:

"Is this the first level of hell..."

He rubbed the sapphire ring on his middle finger with his thumb and summoned his little familiar, Vivi.

A charming little man the size of a palm flapped his bat wings and flew out.

"Eh? Master, why are you here?"

Weiwei hovered over Jilan's shoulder, looked around, and asked curiously at the scene that was very familiar to her.

Gillan Road:
"I am going to the deepest part of the ninth layer of hell to hunt down the king, 'Windmill Cat' Pal Solomon... This is the hometown where you were born. Please lead the way for me."

"what?!"

Weiwei was shocked.

But it did not question its master's words, but only said weakly:

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"But Master, Weiwei was once only a lowest-ranking devil noble. She only moved around in the first three layers of hell and never set foot in deeper places, so she is not very familiar with it..."

"It's okay. After we reach the third floor, I'll ask other devils for directions."

Jilan said calmly.

If that doesn't work, he can still find "Fen Hou". This messenger from Tolina is a powerful man in hell and must know the way to the ninth level of hell.

Weiwei was stunned.

It knew that what its master meant by "asking for directions" was definitely not something that would be done in a gentle manner.

"Yes, Master."

Weiwei quickly agreed.

Immediately, it flapped its little bat wings and headed in a certain direction, leading the way. Jilan followed closely behind, flying in the air.

The little familiar led the way and pointed to the east. From a distance, one could vaguely see the ruins of a circular building, with spiral stone pillars standing at equal distances on the edge, some of which were broken in half.

"Master, that is the 'Border Trial', where the devil judges are waiting. Only after passing the test can the devils leave hell and go to the border... I also completed the test before going to the border, until I was attracted by the master's summoning ritual."

Weiwei explained.

It pointed in the opposite direction, west.

"Going back, we will pass through three areas: 'Corridor', 'Castle', and 'Grassland'. There are dozens of devil lords of all sizes there."

Weiwei turned around and giggled.

"But they are all just weaklings of the Baron. Now Weiwei can kill them with one hand... This is all thanks to the master's gift, which allows Weiwei to have endless soul energy."

"Weiwei feels that she will be promoted to earl soon."

"Yes." Jilan nodded. "In the near future, perhaps you can become a Grand Duke, or even the King of Hell."

"Ah?" The little familiar was startled, happy and afraid, and he was nervous with his hands in his pockets. "But, is Weiwei really okay?"

"You are my familiar."

Gillan said calmly.

Weiwei took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, Master. Weiwei will definitely work hard to become stronger and not embarrass you..."

A man and his familiar flew through the air, hurrying on their way.

Today, Gilan’s mastery of mysticism is no less than that of a senior scholar who has studied it for hundreds of years.

He was very clear about the specific environments and circumstances of the nine levels of hell: Border, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Anger, Heresy, Violence, Fraud and Betrayal.

It's just that I've never been there before, so I don't quite know how to get there.

Under Weiwei's guidance, Jilan passed the first three levels and saw a weird castle, a black gale, smelly snowballs falling from the sky, freezing rain, and a three-headed giant dog roaming in the wilderness.

During this process, there were no blind devils blocking the way. After all, with the presence of Vivi, Viscount Gaohuan, they had already sensed the danger and stayed away from it.

It was not until he entered the fourth level of hell, Greed, that Gilan was attacked.

The other side was a group of powerful devils, led by a three-ringed earl. These devils were strong and sturdy, with deep red skin, hard and huge horns on their heads, and wielding sharp scimitars.

Obviously, they regarded Weiwei and Jilan as prey.

Jilan didn't waste any words with these guys. He just raised his index finger and tapped lightly.

An invisible "strong wind" blew by, and dozens of attacking demons were all disintegrated into nothingness on the spot, leaving only the terrified demon lord, who was forcibly captured by Jilan and became a new tool to lead the way.

Under the guidance of this guy, Gilan successfully passed the fifth, sixth and seventh floors. Along the way, he saw humanoid creatures dragging heavy objects, monsters fighting in dark streams and mud, tall towers burning with flames, etc.

Hell is full of strange and bizarre things.

It did broaden Jilan's horizons.

By the time he reached the eighth level of the "Fraud" hell, the Count Devil was no longer familiar with the environment, and therefore had lost his usefulness and was easily refined by Jilan.

He took Weiwei with him and found a marquis-level devil lord in the local area, ready to let him lead the way.

At the beginning, the Marquis Devil was quite arrogant, with a playful attitude, ready to slaughter the Viscountess Devil Vivi and her weak "human slaves" who came to her door.

But after just one encounter, it was seriously injured by the "strong wind" released by the "human slave", and the horns on its head were shattered.

If Gilan hadn't intended to keep him alive as a guide, this guy would probably have become a mysterious point on the spot.

After this incident, the Marquis Devil had no idea that the seemingly weak "human slave" was the leader and an extremely powerful being.

"Dear wizard, this way please..."

The marquis devil named Samuel changed his previous arrogance and hunched his huge body honestly, leading the way beside a huge black river.

Gillan and Weiwei followed behind.

Samuel pointed to the black rivers ahead, each of which was hung with dense rusty chains, and hissed:
"There are ten 'evil ditches' here. The water is extremely poisonous. Even if a devil of my level gets a little bit of it, I will be in excruciating pain and my strength will decline... The only way to cross the 'evil ditches' is to use those rope bridges and reach the final ninth level of hell at the whirlpool at the end."

"That's where the Grand Dukes live. They are scattered along the circular ice lake, guarding the 'windmill' in the center... The windmill is the residence of the monarch, Lord Pal."

"Well, I see."

Gilan stood on the shore and nodded slightly.

At this time, the four-meter-tall, burly devil Samuel smiled awkwardly and said with his head down:
"Then Master Wizard, I will leave first. I wish you a safe journey..."

"Did I tell you to leave?"

Jilan said calmly without even turning his head.

The burly devil was startled, and then his face twisted.

Just as it was about to say something harsh, its body stiffened and was immediately blown into nothingness by the invisible wind.

Jilan opened his hand, and a dazzling glass bead condensed in his palm, which he casually threw into Weiwei's arms.

"It's a snack for you."

"Thank you, Master! Master is so kind!"

The little familiar cheered.

Jilan didn't care. He jumped into the air and flew towards the dark river.

"Let's go and meet the King of Hell."

(End of this chapter)