From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 571 The End
Listening to the magnificent and epic hymns and symphonies ringing in his ears, looking at the young man in red standing high in the sky under the night sky of lightning and thunder, Pablo actually felt an inexplicable sense of awe.

But He quickly put aside this emotion in His heart, and a smile appeared on His painted face.

Instead of retreating, he was quite excited.

"Saint Red Sage" Gilan Ilos clearly has the same status as Him, possessing the status of an apostle and possessing extraordinary strength.

Pablo felt this intuitively after he was forcibly pulled into this area and witnessed the tragic condition of Gabriel, the "cup-bearing doctor".

But He was not afraid at all.

As an April Apostle, his strength was not weak. In addition, he was very neurotic, even insane, and it was difficult for him to feel afraid.

“Interesting! Interesting!!”

Pablo muttered to himself.

There was a bone-carved paintbrush in his hand. The brush head woven with virgin hair was shaking in the air in front of him, and it was stained with sticky blood as oil paint.

Without warning, He began to paint.

His eyes were filled with colorful spots of light, reflecting the figure in the air, as if he was trying his best to observe. With just a few strokes of the brush, he copied a portrait on the spot, which was none other than Jilan.

The portrait drawn in blood was exactly the same as the young man in red, which was quite appropriate for the scene.

This is not the first time He has used this method.

Use spiritual power to copy the painting, and then destroy the painting to cause equal damage to the target.

But last time, He only sent out a single body, which was less than one percent of the original body's strength. But now He was doing it himself, confident that he could knock the Red Sage down from mid-air.

“Excellent work!”

Pablo chuckled and licked the blood and paint on the brush with his tongue.

Then he raised his crazy eyes and looked straight into the sky.

"You are the best model I have ever seen, Gillan Iros. Instead of trying to stop me, you just stood there and let me paint... You are too confident."

Smiling, Pablo suddenly threw his hands away.

Snapped!
The bone carving brush roughly wiped across the head of the painting in front of him, splitting the face of the portrait in two and distorting it beyond human recognition.

"Die." He sneered.

wow——

All I heard was a strange sound.

Some invisible force is quietly at work.

The young man in red clothes hovering in the air tilted his head without warning, and a blurry scarlet trail passed horizontally across his cheek, almost passing over his head.

"?!"

Pablo froze in place.

This bizarre scene even made him doubt his life.

"Escaped... How could I have escaped!"

"Impossible! Impossible!!"

He shook his head like crazy.

"This is a painting driven by the law, locking onto the spirit, it will definitely not fail!"

"..."

Gillan slowly turned his head back, his face expressionless.

He was too lazy to explain to the other party that his ability to "cheat" the essence was amplified by the fictional power of the "Law of Bubbles" and turned into a conceptual-level power.

Script hacking is not just a name.

Any attack that fails to surpass Gilan's status will be avoided, even if it has already locked onto him.

"Will be in?"

Jilan said calmly.

He picked up the white cane and pointed it lightly downwards.

Crack!

A fist-sized, extremely condensed silver-white light ball appeared on the top of the staff handle. A silver lightning bolt as thick as an arm burst out from it, twisting and striking straight down in an irregular trajectory.

As this flash of lightning appeared.

The night seemed to have lost its color, and the sky and the earth were dyed with silver-white luster.

Pablo was so frantic that he knew he couldn't take it head-on. His eyes changed slightly, and he raised his hand and waved it in front of him. The paintbrush made a semi-arc and drew a bloody arch.

He took a step forward and hid behind the door.

Available in the next second.

A scream echoed throughout the open-air stone hall.

Bang! !

Pablo appeared from the foggy wall at the edge of the stone hall in the opposite direction, staggered out from the scarlet archway, and fell to the ground with a thump.

He looked miserable, with black burn marks all over his body, smoke coming out of it, and a hole in his chest that went right through his heart.

He lay in a pool of blood, trembling all over.

His expression was distorted in pain.

Pablo's pupils shrank to a point, and his heart was filled with disbelief.

He had clearly escaped to another dimension through the drawn door, but he was still struck by silver lightning.

It seemed that no matter where he fled, it would be of no avail.

Moreover, he was unable to penetrate the fog wall in this area. Even if he escaped to another space, he was still trapped in the fog wall.

This cage-like area made Pablo feel suffocated for the first time... and the opponent's silver lightning that was sure to hit him made him even more suspicious.

Wow.

He endured the pain all over his body, especially the pain of his destroyed heart, and struggled to get up from the pool of blood.

In his sight, the red line of his own entry "Triangle Sir Pablo" has dropped to one third. He was seriously injured after only one lightning strike.

Pablo's hands were shaking as he quickly used his paintbrush to draw a picture of a heart. Then he reached out and stuffed the oil-painted heart into his chest, filling the gap.

But his health bar was only restored to half.

The other half fell into darkness, wrapped and locked by thorn-like patterns, and seemed unable to recover... Pablo understood that the silver lightning emitted by the "Red Sage" had caused irreversible damage to Him.

This damage even disrupted His control over the crown, causing its strength to be reduced.

"This guy's power is only at the Apostle level?"

Pablo's breath hitched.

He clearly felt that the other party was not using his full strength.

But even so, I still find it hard to resist.

At this moment, Pablo turned his head and glanced at Gabriel, the "cup-holding doctor" not far away... This angel with broken wings was already on the verge of death. He lay on the ground with a look of despair, his eyes closed, being drenched in the rain, and breathing weakly.

Seeing this, He took a deep breath.

I came to support them, but I didn't expect to be trapped in the enemy's treacherous territory. The enemy's strength was far beyond my expectations. If I didn't fight hard, I might really die here.

Pablo's eyes narrowed and he murmured in a hoarse voice:

"combustion……"

He felt his own strong emotions of oppression, frustration, and anger, and expanded them infinitely through the law.

Painting uses colors to express emotions and thoughts, and is the pinnacle of human art. As the April Apostle, "Triangle Jazz" symbolizes the field of painting.

Bear! ! !
I saw His whole body burning with colorful flames, distorting the vision around Him, creating an illusion of concavity and collapse. This was the fire of His emotions, materialized in the form of oil paint.

The law governed by "Miss Elegy" in April is called "Soul Law". All factors that influence emotions and all power that penetrates the soul can be affected by this law.

Pablo picked up his pen in anger, and in just a few seconds, he used the air in front of him as a canvas to draw a pale white carved door.

"There are many secret doors growing in the Art Garden, all of them are locked, but Miss Elegy will open one of them for me now."

He slowly recited the ancient language.

"Pablo will be waiting on the other side of the door, holding his hands in devotion."

After saying this, He moved the brush forward a little.

The colorful flames burning on his body flowed down his arms, fingers and paintbrush, and finally stained the pale door, leaving a period and forming a spherical door handle like white bone jade.

Click.

The door handle turned and was about to be pushed open from the inside.

It seemed as if something was about to come out from behind the door.

Jilan stood in mid-air, watching coldly.

He realized instantly what Pablo was trying to do.

This guy seemed to have paid a high price, burning his emotions and spirituality, using the law as a medium, trying to build a bridge and summon "Miss Elegy" of April Hour to appear.

Although Jilan was extremely confident in his own strength and could crush any apostle, he was not sure whether he could face Si Chen, a 10th-order True God.

Seeing this, he waved the "philosopher's staff" in his hand, pointed it at the pale door painted below, and said in a cold voice: "Rule patch: During the game, you are not allowed to invite outside aid."

Following Jilan's decree, within the scope of the "Heart Tower of Despair", the surrounding fog walls suddenly squirmed, emitting streams of gray fog that enveloped the pale door.

At this moment, the door had been pushed open a crack.

From that side came a beautiful female voice, and it seemed that there were countless male and female voices accompanying it. The content of the singing was unclear, but it gave people a sense of insignificance.

The moment Jilan heard the song, goosebumps all over his body, as if a disaster was about to happen.

Fortunately, the gray fog enveloped the pale door in time.

The two forces were competing, the door panel was shaking slightly, and the stalemate was there... In the end, the outside forces that had no time to intervene were ultimately defeated by Gilan, which had the home advantage.

The pale door slammed shut with a bang.

Immediately, the door melted and dripped at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a wax figure in high temperature, and finally turned into a pool of pale white oil paint.

Pablo was stunned at first, then his face showed horror.

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He suddenly looked up at the young man in red clothes in the air and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"Saint Red Sage" Jilan was able to forcibly reverse Si Chen's advent ceremony and keep "Miss Elegy" out!
But what Pablo didn't know was...

At this moment.

In a dilapidated auditorium filled with pale flowers, a lady in a black lace dress, a small hat and a veil covering her eyes was standing at the door with a bouquet of flowers in her hand, as if she was about to open the door.

But the door suddenly disappeared.

He let out a light exclamation, then slowly raised his head.

wow——

A beam of colorful light came from somewhere and instantly landed on the lady.

In the blink of an eye, the scene in the White Flower Auditorium turned into a vast desert scene, with the sky filled with bright scarlet stars.

In the distance stood a high-backed throne, on which seemed to be sitting a young man in red clothes.

"Gilan Iros?"

A curious tone came from beneath the lady's veil.

But He quickly shook his head and said:

"No, you are not..."

"Hello, Miss Elegy, Futhis, the goddess of April, the wonderful throat and mourning."

The young man in red clothes smiled.

"Miss, please stay in this dream for a while."

“Is this my dream or yours?”

Futis said with a smile, holding the white flowers.

The young man in red sat lazily on the throne with his legs crossed, shrugged and said:
"Of course it's your dream, miss."

"Such strange scenes will not appear in my dreams, let alone Si Chen who does not exist in this world."

Futis' voice was extremely pleasant as she spoke slowly.

"So, you are Si Chen of another secret history?"

"It seems that you also know something about the secrets of this world."

The young man in red clothes did not deny it, but he did not say much either.

Futis groaned, her eyes from under her veil fixed on the young man in red clothes sitting on the throne.

"You... were able to influence me through the Secret History Crystal Wall and make me have an unreasonable dream. It's really not easy. Is this a warning?"

"Whatever you think, ma'am."

The young man in red clothes smiled.

"This is your dream after all."

Hearing this, Futis' heart sank.

He found it increasingly difficult to understand the strange Si Chen in front of him who looked exactly like Gillan Iros.

From the beginning to the end, the other party gave him an elusive sense of mystery and a calm and confident feeling.

At the same time, the fact that the other party could transcend the secret history and make Him dream was enough to explain many problems... The most crucial point was that this world must have the other party's legal power as an anchor point.

And this anchor point may very well come from Gillan Iros himself.

The reason why this little guy was able to be crowned as an apostle in a short period of time was probably due to the strange Si Chen in front of him.

"Have you accepted the power of other secret histories..."

Futis said softly.

"I see."

He raised his hand, and the white flowers he was holding spread out and turned into petals, forming a carved white chair behind him.

Futis sat down gracefully, facing the young man in red.

"It's okay to stay in this dream for a while. If I want to take action, there will be plenty of opportunities."

"Oh, is it so?"

The young man in red clothes smiled and said he didn't care.

He seemed to not care about Futis's attitude and asked:

"Miss, can you tell me about your secret history? I'm quite curious about it... especially about Miss Tolina, the 'Sorrowful Mother' of August."

The tone was like a question between friends.

Futis was silent for a few seconds.

He did not refuse, but told the young man in red the story about the "Mother of Sorrow" in August.

After saying this, the young man in red clothes looked clear.

Futis took this opportunity to tentatively inquire about the young man's background and information about his secret history.

"You can call me 'Mistress', young lady."

The young man crossed his legs, placed his hands lightly on the armrests, and smiled.

"Unlike you, there were originally eighteen Si Chen in my world, but unfortunately there were too many who were disobedient, so I killed some of them. Now there are only six left, including me."

"..."

Futis was stunned on the spot.

My body felt stiff as I sat in the chair.

"In fact, I have always wanted to try secret history travel, and I am particularly interested in the world you live in."

"..."

Futis's red lips under her veil were slightly parted, and she was speechless.

...

...

"It seems that Si Chen can't save you, Pablo."

In the "Heart Tower of Despair", Jilan, who was hovering in the air, said indifferently.

He looked down at the man below, then glanced at the lady with broken wings lying unconscious on the other side, and slowly raised his white cane.

"Then the game is over."

After saying this, Gillan raised his cane high.

Boom!

There was only a loud thunder.

In Pablo's trembling pupils, he saw a swirling dark cloud depression with lightning and thunder in the night sky, and in the center was a world-destroying silver sea of ​​lightning.

The violent energy suddenly gathered together, flashing a dazzling light like a star explosion.

Immediately, a bolt of lightning as thick as the tower fell straight down, bombarding like a silver beam of light.

"no no!!"

Pablo hissed and growled.

He quickly mobilized the power of his own law. The crown on his head shone, and his arms waved like blurry phantoms, trying to draw a new picture to save his life.

But thunder is so fast.

It fell almost the moment it was seen.

Boom! ! !
Everything in the field of vision was torn and stretched, completely turning into silver.

Pablo's mouth widened and his eyes were red with anger.

But even the sound was swallowed up.

(End of this chapter)