From Prisoner to Si Chen

Although Jilan's words were plain, they were full of confidence.

Hearing this, Caesar couldn't help but smile.

At this moment.

In the empire, the sky above the fortress occupied by the Owena Federation was filled with silver dust that covered the sky and the sun, which was magnificent. There were constantly flashing clusters of light spots of varying sizes inside, as if the wonders of the universe and the stars were reflected in the daytime sky.

That was the violent energy fluctuations caused by high-intensity fighting in another space, which was manifesting in the world through the space dimension.

Countless people looked at the vision with a shocked and surprised, even nervous and uneasy look, always paying attention to the changes.

The major secret sects, secret societies and other forces on the mysterious side observed in real time through their own means, and convened internal members for secret exchanges.

Most of these mysterious people have guessed the truth-

What happened in the silver dust was probably the battle between the superiors!

It's a pity that they are not qualified to watch the battle at all.

Not to mention the lack of means and ability, even if they can see it, they will probably be backfired by the mysterious magnetic field generated by the apostle-level fight, burning their own eyes and spirituality.

In addition to the strong attention paid by the mysterious side, the top leaders of various countries are also alert.

In the past, the mystery was not obvious. Due to the existence of the threshold of the mortal world, the ascenders could not descend in person and could only rely on each other's bodies to walk in the world.

But the current situation is very different.

First, there was a battle between the ascenders in Bosvia, the abandoned capital of the northern border of the Bremen Empire, and then two apostles landed in the Russell Mountains and fought a battle that lasted for seven days and seven nights.

Now, the battle situation has escalated, and we can get a glimpse of it from the silver dust fog covering several cities.

Although there is no clear evidence that this is related to the Bu'ao War, all the details and clues point to this fact.

People of insight know that the result of the fight between the superiors is likely to determine the future pattern of the mortal world... and even determine the direction of world development.

The sky gradually dims from daytime to night.

The morning light came out again from the night.

But no matter how time passed, the silver dust in the sky remained, and the shining spots of light never dimmed.

Five days passed like this.

There was a loud bang!

Finally, the situation in the silver dust suddenly changed. A spot of light suddenly became dazzling, and then quickly dimmed.

This change attracted the attention of countless people.

Rumble! !

Another loud bang.

The silver dust was swept away by the terrifying energy fluctuations, leaving a spiral hole.

From the hole, a dark starry sky-like scene can be seen faintly. Among them, a lighthouse and a stone tower stood in the void.

Buzz——

The lighthouse projected a bright beam of light, cutting through the darkness, like a lightsaber, about to cut the stone tower in half.

But at this moment.

Dang! !

It was like the sound of someone hitting a chisel or file with a hammer, crisp but harsh.

The crisp sound echoed far away.

The beam of light seemed to be terminated by an invisible force, and it broke off first!

Against common sense, even the light broke into two!

The lighthouse was also broken along with the beam of light.

Bang!

A straight diagonal line appeared on the towering outer wall of the lighthouse, and then the upper part slid down and collapsed. The prism that emitted the beam of light at the top of the lighthouse also went out.

People who saw this scene were shocked.

"The January Apostle 'Lightkeeper' Ruget was defeated."

At this time, Gilan, who was standing in the open-air courtyard of the Square Palace, frowned and said in a deep voice.

"He lost to the June Apostle 'Stonemason' Anthony."

"Ruget is not good at fighting. His ability is more to serve as a hub connecting the soul for 'Torrent', focusing on monitoring and exploration..."

Caesar lowered his eyes and said calmly.

Gilan could hear that although Caesar's tone was indifferent, he actually hid a hint of helplessness.

At this moment, the harsh knocking sound rang again.

Bang! !

Gilan's eyes condensed.

He knew that this was the "stonemason"'s relentless pursuit, trying to kill the "lightkeeper" on the spot.

But something strange happened!

A billowing black smoke suddenly appeared, surrounding the broken lighthouse, as if forming a protective circle.

Soon, the circle of black smoke seemed to be bombarded and scattered.

A feminine male voice laughed:

"Jora Jox, the contest between you and me is not over yet, and you still have the energy to help Rugert? Ha!"

As he was speaking, a pale "stream" flew in the dark starry sky. Only when you look closely can you find that it is a spectacle formed by countless densely packed paper birds.

This group of paper birds is like a pale python, falling from the sky, winding, but at a very fast speed, and rushed into the billowing black smoke in the blink of an eye.

Only a heavy and painful groan was heard.

The response lasted for a long time.

When the black smoke cleared, the broken lighthouse disappeared, leaving only countless paper birds scattered.

The beaks of these paper birds opened and closed, and they spoke human words.

At this moment, even the people who saw this scene outside the field heard countless whispers in their ears... After listening carefully, it seemed that someone was telling a weird fable.

The content was roughly about a story about a lighthouse keeper and a priest who colluded with each other and were punished by God for doing evil.

"The strength of 'Scorched Father' Jorah and 'Paper Bird' Ander is almost the same, but because of helping Rugert, he was also seriously injured."

Gilan stared at the projection and spoke.

Caesar shook his head.

"Not really. Jorah is stronger than Ander, but the latter is treacherous and very good at hiding and disturbing people's hearts. Jorah can't take him down for a while..."

As he spoke, the red curly-haired young man looked up, squinted at the barefoot middle-aged man in linen and the white-faced young man in formal robes who slowly appeared in the dark starry sky, and snorted coldly.

"The apostles under the command of the 'poet' are full of lies and tricks. Even if they win, they still play tricks."

"It's really annoying."

Gilan echoed the evaluation.

In the end, Ander seemed to want to use the paper bird flock as a medium to try to influence the world, and implant the deeds of the two apostles, Rugert and Jorah, who "did evil and were punished" in the minds of the world in the form of fables and fairy tales.

It can be said to be a disgusting and despicable method.

However, for the October Apostles, this may be their way of doing things, which has been deeply rooted in their bones.

"In this round, we defeated two apostles first."

Caesar sighed.

"Fortunately, they were only injured, not dead."

Gilan watched silently without answering.

In the hole exposed by the silver dust, "Stonemason" Anthony and "Paper Bird" Ander only appeared briefly, and then disappeared in a flash.

But at that moment, Gilan caught the undisguised smiles on their faces.

'Let you be proud.'

Gilan said in his heart with a blank expression.

After this fight, the top leaders of various countries in the world immediately ordered the recorder to record this "myth" in the history books.

And in the major secret sects and secret societies, there were also mysterious people who hurriedly recorded this matter and turned it into a secret story passed down to future generations.

"On the morning of April 2, 1930, in the northwest of the Bremen Empire, the situation of the apostle war in the sky vision "Silver Dust" suddenly changed..."

"'The Light Keeper' was defeated by the Stonemason, and the 'Scorched Father' was severely injured by the 'Paper Bird' for helping!"

The situation in the empire took a sharp turn for the worse.

In the open courtyard of the Sifang Palace, two young figures stood silently, continuing to pay attention to the secret struggle in the projection.

In less than half a day, another apostle was defeated... It turned out to be the September apostle "Mrs. Silver Bottle" on the side of the empire!

The silver dust in the sky shook, and Ms. McCara could no longer maintain the battlefield with her strength.

A beautiful voice was singing melodiously, resounding throughout the universe and spreading throughout the world. Accompanying this beautiful music was a lady in a silver robe, falling in the dark starry sky.

Her pretty eyebrows were tightly knitted, her eyes were closed, and her skin was cracked like porcelain... It seemed that the situation was not optimistic.

"Mrs. McCalla was defeated by 'Nightingale' Belu?"

Gilan frowned in confusion.

"Is it because He needs to divide His energy to maintain the battlefield..."

"This is just one of the reasons." Caesar took a deep breath. "Another key reason is that 'Stonemason' and 'Paper Bird' freed up their hands and helped in secret."

"They are breaking the rules."

Gilan said in a deep voice.

"Rules?" Caesar shook his head. "There are no rules in this apostle war. It's just the tacit understanding between my body and Baldini..."

"If either side loses first, the follow-up will also be affected, resulting in a chain reaction like an 'avalanche'. This is what was expected."

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"No rules?"

Gilan was startled, and then narrowed his eyes.

After a brief silence, he said lightly:

"I understand."

Hearing this, Caesar looked at him more, as if he had guessed something.

But he did not ask further questions, but continued:

"Although Adams, the 'Speaker', is good at fighting, he is facing his former comrade, the current 'Blood Colonel' Herman, who is also good at fighting... Not to mention, the other side's three victorious apostles will help in secret."

"Will Adams die?"

Jilan asked.

Caesar did not speak, but stared at the projection.

At this time, countless purple and white thunders and scarlet sword curtains intertwined on the last battlefield, bursting out a brilliant and vast energy storm.

Due to the defeat of the "Silver Bottle Lady", the silver dust mist on the sky has gradually dissipated and cannot be maintained.

The aftermath of this battle has spread to the mortal world through the space dimension.

The result is that the dusk that was originally in the evening has become a large space crack, and the sky is dim, as if it is the end of the world.

The rich mysterious magnetic field radiates down from the high altitude.

Boom! !

Indistinctly, two tiny figures can be seen flashing, sometimes appearing in the east and sometimes appearing in the west.

The singing and whispering appeared at some point.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of knocking and smashing——

Dang!

"Ah!"

"Ugh!!"

"It hurts, my head hurts so much!!"

At this moment, most of the people who witnessed this scene experienced severe discomfort, tinnitus, vomiting, headaches, etc., and some even died on the spot with blood flowing from all seven orifices.

In the sky, one of the figures seemed to be affected and suddenly stopped.

A red line seized the opportunity, instantly crossed the sky, and attacked the figure straightly!

"Gilan."

Caesar suddenly spoke.

"Can you help him?"

Gilan did not speak, but just held the brim of his hat.

He took a step forward with a white cane, and disappeared in the next second.

The horrific vision in the sky scared many people, and the red line seemed to split the sky in two.

The figure that was forced to stop was about to be crossed by the red line--

Suddenly, a young man in a black dress and a short hat appeared beside him.

The man with the hammer had blood on his mouth and a solemn expression. He was about to swing the hammer to attack, but suddenly found a figure next to him and was startled.

"Jilan?"

Adams was surprised and hissed.

Gilan did not answer, but raised his hand and waved.

Buzz--

I don't know what he did, but the terrifying red line that attacked was retreating step by step, as if it was wiped out by an invisible big hand and disappeared.

Seeing this, Adams was stunned.

He knew that the strength of the "Red Sage" was not simple, but he didn't expect that the other party's easy wave of his hand could offset Hermann's sword.

Not only him.

The "Blood Colonel" himself, who appeared in the sky more than ten kilometers away, and the other three apostles hiding in the dark were all shocked.

"'Red Sage' Gillan Ilos..."

The middle-aged man in red military uniform, holding a jeweled cross sword in one arm, looked fearful and stared at the young man in black.

"You rashly intervened in the battle between me and Adams, isn't it too unruly?"

"What rules?"

Gillan chuckled.

"There are rules in this battle? How come I don't know... What's more, Anthony and the other three can help you, but I can't help Adams?"

"That's different! You are not..."

Hermann glared at him and said in a deep voice.

Gillan shrugged and interrupted him:

"Okay, I don't follow the rules, what can you do to me?"

As soon as these words came out, Hermann was speechless.

Including the other three apostles, as well as the superiors who were watching the battle, they were all stunned.

Gillan tilted his head, looked at Adams, and asked in a low voice:

"How is it, can you fight again?"

"Although I was injured, there is no problem..."

Adams was taciturn, nodded, and answered in a low voice.

But Gillan waved his hand.

"Since you are injured, go and rest first. Mrs. McCulla is not in good condition. Mr. Adams, please go and take care of her."

"Huh?" Adams was stunned.

Immediately, he saw the momentum of the young man in black clothes rising steadily until it formed a terrifying storm.

"The Speaker" Adams' breathing stagnated, holding the hammer and retreating repeatedly, his eyes full of doubt.

Gillan slowly took off his short hat, revealing a messy golden-red hair, and his face was indifferent.

"I, Gillan Ilos, will take over this battle."

His eyes swept over the man in red military uniform in the distance, and then he grabbed the handle of the cane and slowly pulled out the scarlet long sword inside.

Swish——

With a clang, red light overflowed.

Gillan's flawless face reflected the blade of the "Philosopher's Sword".

"You all, come on together."

After saying that.

Boom! !

A colorful halo lit up behind his head, as if a god had descended to the earth, shocking the onlookers.

"This guy..."

Hermann looked at the young man in the distance, as if he saw a devastating storm brewing, about to sweep over him.

He said with veins on his forehead, gritting his teeth.