From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 589 Participation in the War II

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

Hearing this, Caesar couldn't help but smile.

At this moment.

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

It was a vision of violent energy fluctuations caused by high-intensity battles in another dimension, which were manifesting in the mortal world through the spatial dimension.

Countless people looked at the vision with shock, surprise, and even nervousness, paying close attention to the changes.

The major esoteric sects, secret societies and other forces on the mysterious side observe in real time through their own means, and convene internal members for secret communications.

Most of these mysterious people have already 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 game at all.

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

In addition to the mysterious side's strong concern about this, senior officials of various countries are also equally alert.

The mystery was not revealed in the past. Due to the existence of the threshold of the mortal world, the ascenders could not descend in person and could only rely on their bodies to walk in the world.

But the current situation is very different.

First, a great battle between ascenders took place in Bosvia, the abandoned capital in the north of the Bremen Empire. Then, two apostles landed in the Russell Mountains and engaged in a fight that lasted for seven days and seven nights.

Now, the war situation has escalated, which can be seen from the silver dust 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 outcome of the fight between the superiors may very likely determine the future pattern of the world... and even determine the direction of world development.

The sky gradually darkened from day to night.

The morning light rises again from the night.

But no matter how time passes, the silver dust and mist that fills the sky remains, and the shining spots of light never dim.

Five days passed like this.

Just listen to the 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.

Boom! !

There was another loud noise.

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

From the hole, one could vaguely see a dark starry sky, with a lighthouse and a stone tower facing each other in the distance, standing in the void.

hum-

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.

when! !

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

The crisp sound echoes far away.

I saw that the beam of light seemed to be terminated by an invisible force and was broken off first!

As if against all odds, even the light was broken into two!

Along with the light beam, the lighthouse was also disconnected.

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 at the top of the lighthouse that emitted the light beam also went out.

People who saw this scene were shocked.

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

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

"Defeated to the June Apostle 'Stonemason' Anthony."

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

Caesar lowered his eyes and spoke calmly.

Gillan could tell that although Caesar's tone was calm, there was actually a hint of helplessness hidden in it.

Just then, the harsh knocking sound rang out again.

when! !

Ji Lan's eyes narrowed.

He knew that this was a relentless pursuit by the "Stonemason" who was trying to kill the "Lightkeeper" on the spot.

But something strange happened!
Suddenly, a billowing black smoke appeared and surrounded the broken lighthouse, as if forming a protective circle.

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

A feminine male voice laughed:

"Jora Jox, the battle between you and me isn't over yet, yet you still have the energy to help Ruget? Ha!"

As he was talking, a pale "stream" flew across the dark starry sky. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that it was a spectacle formed by countless densely packed paper birds.

The flock of paper birds was like a pale python, descending from the sky and moving in a winding manner at an extremely fast speed. In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the billowing black smoke.

All that was heard was a heavy and painful groan.

The response continued for a long time.

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

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

At this moment, even the people outside the venue who saw this scene heard countless whispers inexplicably... When they listened carefully, it seemed like someone was telling a strange fable or fairy tale.

The content is roughly about a story about a lamplighter and a priest who colluded with each other and were punished by God for their evil deeds.

"'Father Scorched' Jorah and 'Paper Bird' Ander are almost as strong, but because he came to the aid of Rugert, he was also seriously injured."

Jilan stared at the projection intently and spoke.

Caesar shook his head.

"That's not the case. Jorah is stronger than Ander, but the latter has treacherous abilities and is very good at hiding and disrupting people's hearts. Jorah can't take him down for the time being..."

As he spoke, the red curly-haired young man raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the barefoot middle-aged man in linen clothes 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. They will play tricks even if they win."

"It's really annoying."

Gillan echoed the comment.

In the end, Ander seemed to want to use the flock of paper birds as a medium to try to influence the world, and implant the stories of the two apostles, Rugert and Jorah, who were punished for their evil deeds, into people's minds in the form of fables and fairy tales.

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

But for the October Apostles, this might 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, but not killed."

Jilan watched silently without answering.

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

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

"Let me be proud of you."

Jilan had a blank expression on his face and thought to himself.

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

Among the major esoteric religions and secret societies, there were also mysterious people who hurriedly recorded this incident and turned it into a secret story that was passed down to later generations.

"On the morning of April 1930, 4, in the northwest of the Bremen Empire, the situation of the apostles' war in the sky vision "Silver Dust" suddenly changed..."

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

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

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

In less than half a day, another apostle was defeated... It was the September Apostle "Lady Silver Bottle" from the Empire!
The sky was filled with silver dust and mist, and Ms. McCalla could no longer hold the battlefield with her strength. A beautiful voice sang melodiously, resounding throughout the universe and the world. Along with this beautiful music, a lady in a silver robe fell in the dark starry sky.

Her pretty brows were furrowed, her eyes were closed, and her skin was cracked like porcelain... It looked like the situation was not optimistic.

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

Gillan frowned in confusion.

"Is it because He needs to devote His energy to maintaining the battlefield..."

"That's 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.”

Jilan said solemnly.

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

"If one side loses first, the rest will be affected, and a chain reaction like an avalanche will occur. This is to be expected."

"No rules?"

Jilan was startled, then narrowed his eyes.

After a brief silence, he said calmly:

"I understand."

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

But he did not ask further questions, but continued:

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

"Will Adams die?"

Gillan asked.

Caesar said nothing, just stared at the projection.

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

Due to the defeat of "Lady Silver Bottle", the silver dust and mist in the sky has gradually dissipated and can no longer be maintained.

The aftermath of this battle has spread through the spatial dimension and reached the mortal world.

The result was that the evening dusk turned into a large space rift, and the sky was dim, as if it was the end of the world.

A rich and mysterious magnetic field radiates down from high altitude.

Boom! !

Faintly, you can see two tiny human figures flashing, sometimes appearing in the east and sometimes appearing in the west.

Singing and whispering appeared at some point.

Accompanied by a crisp sound of knocking and smashing——

when!
"what!"

"Ugh!!"

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

At this moment, most of the people who witnessed this scene experienced severe discomfort, such as tinnitus, vomiting, headache, etc. Some were even bleeding from all seven orifices and died on the spot.

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

A red line seized the opportunity, crossed the sky in an instant, and headed straight towards the figure!
"Gillen."

Caesar suddenly spoke.

"Can you give Him a hand?"

Gillan said nothing, but just adjusted the brim of his hat.

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

The horrific vision in the sky frightened many people. 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 suit and a short hat appeared beside him.

The man holding the hammer had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and his face was solemn. He was just about to swing the hammer to attack, but suddenly he noticed a figure appearing beside him and was startled.

"Gilan?"

Adams hissed in surprise.

Gilan didn't answer, but just waved his hand.

hum-

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

Seeing this, Adams was stunned.

He knew that the Red Sage was very powerful, but he did not expect that the other party could offset Hermann's sword with such an easy wave of his hand.

It’s not just Him.

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

"'Red Sage' Gillan Iros..."

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

"Isn't it too unruly for you to rashly interfere in my fight with Adams?"

"What rules?"

Gillan chuckled.

"There are rules for this battle? How come I don't know... Besides, Anthony and the other two can help you, so why can't I help Adams?"

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

Herman glared at him and said in a deep voice.

Gilan shrugged and interrupted Him:
"Okay, I won't follow the rules, what can you do to me?"

After hearing this, Hermann was speechless.

Along with the other three apostles and the superiors who were watching the battle, they were all stunned.

Gilan tilted his head, looked at Adams, and asked in a low voice:
"How about it, can we fight again?"

"Although I'm a little injured, I'm fine..."

Adams was a quiet person to begin with, so he nodded and replied in a low voice.

But Jilan waved his hand.

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

"Huh?" Adams was stunned.

Soon, the aura of the young man in black clothes began to rise steadily until it formed a terrifying storm.

Adams, the "Silent One", paused for a moment, and retreated repeatedly with his hammer in his hand, his eyes full of surprise and suspicion.

Gillan slowly took off his top hat, revealing his messy golden-red hair and an indifferent expression.

"I, Gillan Iros, 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 his cane and slowly pulled out the scarlet sword inside.

bass--

With a clanging sound, red light spread everywhere.

Gilan's flawless face reflects the blade of the "Philosopher's Sword".

"You guys, come together."

Say it.

boom! !

A colorful halo lit up behind his head, as if a god had descended to the earth, shocking the onlookers so much that their faces changed drastically.

"This guy……"

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

Veins bulged on his forehead, and he spoke through gritted teeth.

(End of this chapter)