From Prisoner to Si Chen

The headless monster, as huge as a mountain, raised its huge claws and smashed down with a bang—

boom!!!

Accompanied by a loud bang that shook the earth.

The whole gray world shook violently.

I saw "Mrs. Ya" still standing there, leaning her elbow on her pipe, with an indifferent expression.

Behind Him——

A white plaster statue only a few meters high appeared out of nowhere!

The statue is of a man wearing a simple linen robe, with his sleeves rolled up and barefoot. He is kneeling on one knee in a hunched position, with sad features and a tough expression, as if he is in deep pain.

The muscles in his arms are taut, the blood vessels are bulging, and the details are so lifelike, just like a real person.

it……

He actually blocked the attack from the huge headless monster and held its claws on his shoulders!

From a distance, it looks like a white grain of rice supporting a furry tower column, which is quite incongruous.

The three Sichen stood under the plaster statue, without a scratch on their heads. "Miss Elegy" and "Poet Dove" raised their heads slightly and looked at the giant headless monster.

"This should be a monster called 'Gong Wolf' created by the 'Moon God' believers for sacrifice in the Middle Ages of the mortal world."

Du Wei talked freely.

"It's just that in this dream, it was infinitely magnified and became this huge and absurd."

"Is this all the Master of Sleep has done?"

Cynthia exhaled a puff of smoke, her tone disappointed.

At this time, Futis let out a sigh and said:

"It doesn't seem that simple..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two Si Chen sensed something and their eyes froze.

Outside the misty gray fog in this area, countless giant headless monsters as big as mountains appeared one after another!

It seemed as if the whole world was filled with these huge creatures, which surrounded the three Si Chens.

“Interesting…”

Du Wei nodded with interest.

He reached into the inner pocket of his gown and took out a roll of parchment. He untied the string gracefully and threw it into the air.

"A poem written in the past is very appropriate for this moment."

Wow...

The plain brown parchment rolled up, like a small boat in the gray fog. The ornate words written in ancient Romani on it shone brightly at this moment:

"The poet's journey on foot is always full of longing for something different; if the monsters are in trouble, he can stand up; if he understands the laws of the three, he can shake the moon..."

The subsequent poems and essays are no longer clear.

Du Wei's law was manifested at this moment, and a pale lightning fell from the sky and struck the parchment.

The next moment, a man who looked the same as Du Wei but had a completely different temperament appeared in place of the parchment.

He is dressed in black armor, with a blue cloak fluttering in the wind, holding a halberd, and a bronze sculpture of a flying dragon perched on top of his helmet.

“The art of literature is a storm in the skull, powerful enough to shake the sun and the moon.”

Du Wei chuckled.

“And ‘the warrior defeats the monster’ is the most dramatic and timeless plot.”

"A long-lasting machine, an indestructible body—"

The black-armored knight held a halberd and murmured something in an indifferent but powerful tone.

“Fearlessness is the key to victory.”

Immediately, he flew into the air, leaving a meteor-like trail, and flew towards the giant monster above his head.

The huge clanging sounds continued.

The long spear danced, and the dazzling flames flashed.

In just a few breaths, the giant headless monsters that surrounded the three Si Chens had holes in their chests and abdomens, gushing out blood like a torrent, and fell down one after another.

Boom!

The sound was as powerful as a mountain collapsing.

The black-armored knight was like an invincible god of war. The giant monsters around him surged in like a tide, but they could never get close to the three of them and were all intercepted and killed by him.

The scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood remained deadlocked for a long time.

Suddenly, Futis raised her eyes, a gleam of brilliance flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she opened her red lips and said:

"We found the location of 'Muizhu'."

He spread out his five slender white fingers, and a few pale flowers emerged from his palms and slowly blossomed.

With the crisp sound of ding-dong, the petals flew and passed by the ears of the two companions beside them. A sound like a whisper or a gentle singing revealed the location of the "sleeping master".

"I'll try Him."

Cynthia put down her pipe and exhaled a puff of smoke from her mouth.

The smoke rolled and condensed into a beautiful pattern like a long relief scroll in mid-air.

Hundreds of men and women had twisted limbs and painful expressions, but they all faced one direction, stretched out their left hands, and pointed their index fingers into the distance, as if complaining to the gods about the injustice.

And in the direction of these smoke-shaped fingers, thousands of miles away, a gentleman in black clothes with his hands in his pockets raised his eyebrows.

"sculpture?"

Gillan murmured.

Not far in front of him appeared a white plaster statue of the same height as an average human being. It was unarmed, had no gender characteristics, and had a smooth face without any facial features.

And it doesn't seem to have any fighting ability.

But when the sculpture moved, it exuded a terrifying aura.

It flashed in front of Jilan at a speed that was almost like teleportation, and raised its hand to punch.

The simple straight punch contained a force that was enough to shake mountains. Even the surrounding space seemed to shatter like a mirror, with cracks appearing everywhere.

Jilan remained calm, without even taking his hands out of his pockets, and stood there motionless.

BANG!!

The humanoid sculpture punched Jilan less than ten centimeters in front of him, causing a huge shock wave visible to the naked eye and a muffled sound.

The gray fog within a radius of several kilometers was all blown away by the wind from his fist.

However, Gillan was unharmed.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier around his body, easily blocking the attack of the humanoid sculpture.

"Is this a sculpture of 'Madam Ya'?"

Jilan looked at the plaster statue in front of him, chuckled, raised his hand and squeezed it.

"It's ugly, so don't show it to embarrass yourself."

Crunch——

A sharp, piercing sound was heard, and the white human-shaped sculpture seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand, unable to move. After being squeezed violently, it was flattened and deformed on the spot, becoming a twisted mass of white mud.

Gillan looked off into the distance, seemingly in a calm confrontation with the lady holding the pipe.

"No need to test me anymore, show me your true abilities."

He said lightly.

“Madam Ya,” Cynthia snorted.

He stretched out his arms, stepped out his left leg, and struck a very graceful dance pose in the beginning movement of a dance.

It is this moment.

The gray sky suddenly turned and was replaced by the starry sky. The law of "Mrs. Ya" was manifested at this moment.

Cynthia began to dance.

His postures are full of human beauty, as he takes a step, leans back, spins, or lifts his legs... and the starry sky seems to rotate with his dance, creating an indescribable magnificence.

rumble--

A huge roar came from the sky.

A brilliant platinum-colored star gradually enlarged and seemed to be falling at a terrifying speed.

Cynthia showed no emotion, her beautiful eyes shone with a faint light, and her expression seemed extremely sacred at this moment.

He tilted his head, followed the line of sight, slowly spread out his fingers, and pointed at where Gilan was as if inviting him to dance.

"The proud 'Goddess of Dance and Waiting' is inviting me with the law?"

Gillan spoke calmly.

He glanced at the sky, looked at the platinum-colored star falling towards him, and shook his head.

"Sorry, not interested."

After saying that, Jilan stretched out his right hand from his trouser pocket, aimed at the gradually enlarging star and snapped his fingers.

Like the clanging sound of a sword being drawn, and the sound of a clang.

However, a thin black line appeared from top to bottom on the platinum-colored star that blocked out the sun and sky, and then beams of light burst out until it completely split apart.

Cut the stars with a snap of your fingers!

This slash not only split the huge star, but also rushed straight into the sky with a certain rhythm, and even pierced through the magnificent starry sky.

Madam Ya, who was dancing, paused.

He suddenly raised his forearm and saw that under the crystal clear skin, there seemed to be a starry sky that was shrunk countless times, with stars twinkling... But at this moment, a long and narrow black sword mark pierced through this beautiful scene and also cut his flawless arm.

"Oh!"

Cynthia laughed out of anger.

With the three of them working together, the "Sleeping Lord" not only easily eliminated the attack, but also hurt him in return.

This made "Mrs. Ya" quite angry.

"My beautiful lady, your frown is so pitiful... But don't worry, the warriors under my poetry have arrived."

At this time, the "White Dove Poet" on the side gave a gentle comfort.

As He spoke, a knight with a halberd who looked exactly like Him but was wearing black armor also fell like a meteorite, trailing a long flame.

when!!

The extremely heavy black halberd drew an arc, like a dark lightning, and fell in front of Jilan.

There was a deafening roar.

But even this black-armored knight failed to break Jilan's defense. He was blocked by the invisible barrier, and his whole body remained in the posture of holding the halberd, frozen in mid-air.

The shock wave spread out, only lifting the red tie on Gillan's chest, while he still stood there in a leisurely posture with his hands in his pockets.

"I didn't expect that the great Shi Yue Si Chen would also fantasize about being a savior hero and deliberately beautify himself into such a lofty image."

Jilan shook his head and teased Du Wei.

As he spoke, he stretched out a hand and waved it casually as if he was swatting a fly.

There was a loud bang.

The black-armored knight in front of him seemed to have been bombarded, and his entire upper body was wiped out on the spot, exploding into a cloud of light and dust.

But at this moment.

A beautiful and holy song came from somewhere; it was a woman's singing.

Gillan recognized that it was the singing of "Miss Elegy" Futhis of April Sichen.

As the singing began, tiny pale flowers sprouted from the half-body of the black-armored knight, and quickly grew into a flower bush at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"You've been fooled, Gillan Iros."

Futis's whispers rang in Gilan's ears.

It was as if this lady was standing behind him, placing her small hands gently on his shoulders, leaning over and whispering in his ear in a playful tone.

"We finally locked you down."

"Um?"

Gillan frowned.

The next second, his body seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all, and even his expression was stiff.

Wow——

Immediately, a square line appeared where he was, and the outline of his body gradually became rough and blurred, and even the color became darker.

This space seemed to have been reduced in dimension, falling off along the four-sided lines and turning into an oil portrait!

distance--

The lady in a black dress, a black hat and a black veil covering her face smiled with her red lips slightly raised.

In His hand, He was holding a paintbrush.

"I haven't painted for a long time, so I named it "Dream of Eternal Bound". I hope this work will satisfy you, Your Majesty Gilan..."

In the gray fog world, there is only silence.