From Prisoner to Si Chen

"The strength of 'Master Mei' is indeed good, but after all, he has just ascended to Godhood and lacks the experience of fighting against Si Chen of the same level..."

The man with long black hair and a hat shook his head and raised his hand. The white dove on the brim of his hat flapped its wings and flew down, landing obediently on his index finger.

Then He said:

"The three of us have stood in the divine hometown of Toyalan for a long time. How could we be defeated by a newly promoted Si Chen... He is too arrogant."

The lady with her hair tied up and holding a pipe smiled charmingly and said:

"The Hours are a symbol of human emotions. This was Gillan Iros' personality before he ascended to godhood, and it became even worse after he ascended to godhood... Fortunately, he was reckless and came here alone, otherwise we would have had a hard time finding a chance to deal with him."

As she spoke, Cynthia twisted her hips, walked forward slowly, and glanced at the portrait in Miss Elegy's hand.

"Let me see if Futis's painting skills have deteriorated."

But soon, his expression froze.

Du Wei and Futis both noticed Madam Ya's reaction and quickly followed her gaze to glance at the painting, but their expressions changed at the same time.

I only saw the oil painting——

There is nothing but the endless gray fog!

The "Lord of Sleep" Jilan Iros, who was sealed by three people, disappeared!

The three artists are all very clear that there is only one way to break free from their "divine cage"... and that is the death of the sealed target.

But they didn't do anything, how did Jilan die? It couldn't be suicide!

The next second——

The three of them suddenly raised their heads and looked forward.

I saw a ball of light shining in black and white emerging, and strips of dark brown film emerged from the ball of light, dancing like octopus tentacles.

These film strips gathered and wrapped together to form a human figure, until a familiar figure emerged.

"Gilan Iros!"

Du Wei's pupils shrank.

At this moment, all three of them thought of something.

"This is the ability of the 'Director' to record the past and imprint himself... How can you possess his power?!"

"It seems you all recognized it."

Gillan stepped on the light and walked out of the film tape, and the black and white light behind him dissipated.

His expression and tone seemed calm.

"I guess He used this ability when you teamed up to assassinate Mr. Clark, but He still fell into your hands in the end."

Jilan smiled and shook his head.

"But I want to say that I have an ability that Mr. Clark doesn't have. For example... Ms. Cynthia has something extra."

"Um?!"

Hearing this, the three Si Chens were all shocked.

"Mrs. Ya" Cynthia examined herself even more, and her face soon darkened.

He noticed that on his damaged arm, the black sword mark was faintly emitting a colorful light - and this was the culprit that led to the death of "Blind General" Baldini!

"Pollution from outer space..."

Cynthia gritted her teeth.

They clearly knew the cause of death of the "Blind General" and were also wary of the "Sleeping Lord" Gilan Iros in this regard, but why did they ignore it?

"Ma'am, you seem confused?"

Gillan raised his chin and spoke.

"In fact, Mr. Du Wei had already announced the answer at the beginning... My law has the power to blur the illusion and reality. The purpose of this dream and this game is actually to distort your cognition."

"But the three of you are Si Chen after all. Even I can only have a slight impact... So, I want you to ignore the fact that I have extraterrestrial pollution."

“The art of games is to make people indulge in them and forget about reality.”

Jilan slowly took off his hat, bowed to "Madam Ya" from a distance, and said calmly:

"I'm sorry, ma'am, you're out."

“You bastard…”

Cynthia raised her hand and was about to launch a counterattack, but the next second, a look of pain appeared on her face, and her pupils flashed with strange colors.

Madam Ya groaned and staggered.

"Cynthia, you should stop the spread of the pollution first. Leave this to me and Futis."

Du Wei tilted his head slightly and said softly.

Cynthia was reluctant, but she had to nod.

The man with long black hair took out a roll of parchment from his arms and threw it away casually.

The parchment unfolded itself, and the ornate words written on it shone brightly:

"Twisting letters, twisting paintings, and graceful songs are all embraced in the tower; the tower tells the brokenness of human nature and the lies of unity; in the end, the tower tells me the conclusion - people are fragile, from the inside out, like a piece of paper, which can be broken by a poke."

"The new god ascended from a human, but his fragile nature remains unchanged."

Du Wei raised his index finger, wrote in the air, and added a poem at the end of the parchment:

"The battle of the three gods, the king of the three laws, and the combination of the three arts are all better than dreams; the tower tells the story of the transformation of a person's heart after being washed by art, until it is cleansed into another person. The song it tells is high and sweet, beyond the threshold of human hearing."

When this paragraph was finished, "Miss Elegy" Futhis at the side was in perfect sync and spoke at the right time, singing this paragraph of poetry in a beautiful voice.

In an instant, a sea of ​​pale flowers grew all around, obscuring San Sichen's figure but surrounding Ji Lan.

Through the rippling sea of ​​flowers, Jilan saw a spiral tower in the distance that soared into the sky. The surface of the simple white marble was engraved with swirling words and reliefs. Accompanied by the ethereal and moving singing, his own spirituality was somehow infected.

The fighting spirit in his heart gradually faded, and he no longer planned to be hostile to the Three Arts Masters.

Gradually...

He even considered forming an alliance with the other party.

Just at this moment.

Snap!

A flash of white light!

Time and space seemed to stop for a moment, but the singing was unaffected and continued.

Du Wei and Futis glanced at the sea of ​​flowers with indifferent eyes - they saw a man and a woman over there.

Those two people were none other than February Apostle’s “Director” David and “Chief Photographer” Clos.

At this moment, their faces looked solemn.

"We are still too weak to intervene in this battle of Sichen..."

David said in a deep voice.

Cross held the giant camera the size of a carriage beside him and took a deep breath.

"But no matter what, we must help Mr. Gillan defeat the enemy! Use the last film left by Mr. Clark!"

Hearing this, although David was reluctant, he nodded firmly and solemnly took out a piece of film the size of two coins from his pocket.

He quickly inserted the film into Close's giant camera, and the lady immediately pressed the shutter.

Snap!

Accompanied by a white light——

The sea of ​​flowers around disappeared, and the entire gray world also turned, and the light dimmed in an instant.

Gillan was distracted.

His eyes narrowed.

"As expected of you, you are the Third Master of Arts. You can actually break through my mental defenses and affect my consciousness..."

Thinking about this, he turned his head and glanced to his side.

David and Cross were standing guard, looking ahead. Above their heads, there were two illusory figures floating, one male and one female.

The man looked very similar to Mr. Clark, but younger, and the woman had short, curly blond hair.

Gilan recognized that they were the other two February Apostles, the "official actor" Mr. A, and the "assistant script writer" Miss Hera.

They participated in this battle of the hours through the medium of film.

In fact, even without the help of the February Apostles, Jilan was confident that he could deal with the combination of Duwei and Futis.

"Huh?"

At this time, Du Wei uttered a sound of surprise.

Including Ji Lan, the four Si Chens present found that the surrounding environment had turned into the interior scene of a theater.

The Art Three Sichen stood on the stage, the February Apostles were in the audience, and Gillan was in the center aisle.

At the front row of the audience, a man wearing a white astronaut uniform and a mirrored helmet was sitting there quietly.

"This is the moment of 'Exposure Night'..."

Futis frowned slightly and spoke softly.

He, Du Wei, and Cynthia all turned their eyes to the man in the astronaut uniform.

"It was the 'director'... He recorded this scene and included a portion of his own power of law in it, and saved it on the film!"

Cynthia covered her forearm, endured the pain of pollution, raised her head, and said in a hoarse voice.

At this time, the four February apostles, David, Cross, A, and Hera, silently walked to the phantom of the "director".

They gathered around the long-dead "director" and looked at each other, as if they had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Your Majesty Gilan, this is the last bit of power left by Mr. Clark. This is all we can do..."

David said to Gillan in a deep voice.

"At the same time, we also plan to take this opportunity to stay with Mr. forever and never go back."

"you……"

Gillan frowned.

The decision made by David and others really took him by surprise.

Next second.

"One, two, three—smile!"

Cross shouted in a relaxed and relieved tone.

With the last sound falling.

Snap!

A flash of white light!

On the stage, Du Wei and Futis's movements were frozen for a moment.

It was this moment of opportunity that Gilan seized keenly. He took his hands out of his trouser pockets and stretched them forward.

Du Wei and Futis were still conscious, but they could only watch "The Master of Sleep" take action.

They seemed to see a huge wave emerging behind Jilan - it was a huge whirlpool made up of colorful things that swallowed them up in an instant.

Buzz!!!

At this moment, Cynthia was shocked to find that the pollution that she had tried so hard to contain began to deteriorate rapidly. In the blink of an eye, her left arm turned into dust and flew away.

He raised his head and stared at his two companions.

Colorful lights bloomed on the bodies of "White Dove Poet" and "Miss Elegy"!

Cynthia opened her mouth to say something, but the sound disappeared. Except for the colorful light, everything in front of her eyes gradually dimmed until it turned into monotonous black and white.