Chapter 553 Get it together
The mysterious and invisible rhythmic wind blew past, rolled up into the air, and passed directly past the man who was trying to escape.
The golden light rising into the sky suddenly distorted and fluctuated.
Immediately afterwards, everyone heard a scream from above their heads, and then saw the purple-eyed young man turn his big hand upside down and press it down.
There was blurry light and shadow escaping between Jilan's five fingers.
It seems to be controlling some terrible power.
"Ah——"
The man in the robe was in tatters and bloody, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped tightly by an invisible force and dragged back forcefully.
In fact, this is a "fluid" that Jilan refining "Gangfeng" twice, compressing, condensing, and shaping into a kind of "fluid" that can be controlled with his thoughts.
The invisible fluid turned into a giant hand, grabbing the man in the palm of his hand and slamming him to the ground.
Boom! !
There was a loud bang.
The ground shook.
Countless dust and gravel flew across, creating a circular mud wave.
Everyone couldn't help but step back and raised their hands to block the strong wind and dust. After a while, they looked up and looked horrified.
Next to Angus' huge body, a large crater with a diameter of more than ten meters fell. Amidst the smoke and dust, one could vaguely see the strange superior Biwo lying inside.
But this man was seriously injured and his flesh and blood were mutilated.
Panting heavily, a pair of red eyes stared at the young man standing by the pit.
"Tell 'Mason' Anthony, and ask him to tell the rest of the federal camp leaders... The world is my territory. You can come to each other, but as long as you are caught by me, one by one, I will kill them all!"
Gilan stood upright, held up the brim of his hat, looked down at the man in the pit with cold eyes, and said lightly.
The man who was seriously injured and on the verge of death said nothing, but his eyelids twitched and veins were exposed on his forehead.
Obviously these words made Him feel insulted.
"Heh."
Ji Lan chuckled and was too lazy to talk to this guy anymore, but directly raised his hand.
Dozens or hundreds of silver lightning bolts as thick as fingers burst out from his palm, like a large net, fanning out towards the pit and Angus.
Crackling!
Everyone saw the silver light flashing, and arc sparks floating in the air.
The seriously injured man and the dying Angus were all turned into powder in this torrent of lightning, and were decomposed on the spot!
Jilan bent his fingers and suddenly closed his fist.
Snap!
The silver lightning was recovered again, and with the huge energy of decomposition, it condensed in his hands and reconstructed into two bright glass beads.
He didn't bother to keep it and just chose corruption.
Colorful light that could not be observed by others emerged, and the two glass beads in his palm disappeared, turning into Jilan's mysterious points.
Only to see that there were 5,000 more energy points on the board.
Accumulated to "28970" points.
The corners of Jilan's mouth showed a satisfied arc.
"Weiwei."
He called softly.
Immediately, the sapphire ring worn on the middle finger flashed, and the enchanting little man as big as a palm flew out.
The little angel flapped its bat wings and floated on Jilan's shoulder.
It first glanced at the silent "onlookers" and noticed that the eyes of this group of people were full of awe when looking at its owner, and it couldn't help but feel secretly proud.
Then he said softly to Jilan:
"Master, what do you need Weiwei for?"
"Help me search in the ruins of the apartment building in front of me and see if I can find a mutilated black film reel."
Gillan pointed forward.
Weiwei quickly agreed, flapping her bat wings vigorously, passing through a black shadow, and swooping into the ruins of the wall.
Not long after.
The little familiar flew back again, holding a incomplete black film in his hand.
Today, Weiwei has followed Jilan all the way to "feast and drink". After absorbing a large amount of soul energy, she has already evolved to the first level of the high-level Hell Viscount, which is equivalent to the strength of an ordinary fourth-level long-term person.
The weight of its intervention in the material world has been increased, and it is no longer like before, it can only rely solely on spells to affect living things.
Ji Lan took the film reel from Weiwei's hand, smiled and praised it before putting it back into the ring.
Looking at the film fragments labeled "No. 1" in his hand, he couldn't help but chuckle.
‘Now, only the last fragment is left...’
Thinking to himself, Gilan turned around and looked at the crowd.
However, what he didn't expect was that before he could speak, Shi Luo Simon had already taken the initiative to come over.
The tall, thin gentleman had an uneasy look on his face. When he came to Gillan, he took off his hat and bowed deeply.
"Mr. Gillan, I'm sorry for what happened in the past... I just saw that you seemed to be looking for film fragments. I happened to have a similar collection in my hand, so I took this opportunity to offer it as an apology."
Schroe said cautiously, reaching into his top hat and taking out a mutilated film reel that was almost the same as the one in Gillan's hand.
Ji Lan silently stared at the man in front of him.
It wasn't until Shi Luo had cold sweat streaming down his forehead and his face gradually turned pale that he spoke:
"Because you are so sensible, I will not kill you today."
Hearing this, Shi Luo was startled for a moment, and then his eyes showed the joy of surviving the disaster.
Gilan reached out and took the other party's film reel, glanced down, and sure enough, it was marked "No. 3".
He couldn't help but secretly sigh that this trip went smoothly, and he finally got the remaining pieces of "Curtain Call # Part 1" together as he wished.
‘After returning to Muse City, let’s watch the movie as soon as possible. ’
Gillan thought.
Perhaps because he was in a good mood, he said calmly to the tall and thin gentleman in front of him:
"You seem to have been looking for the secret of ascension?"
"Yes, sir." Shi Luo lowered his head and said respectfully. "I have the honor to visit the Great Library this time, and I have gained knowledge in this area."
Ji Lan observed Shi Luo's spirituality, but shook his head.
The path this guy is taking is exactly the same as the Spiral of the Sword of the Furnace, but it belongs to the path of the "director" of February Sichen, and he is on the "set" of the sixth level of essence.
"February is a dead end, you can't get through it."
Seeing that this guy offered the film fragments on his own initiative, Gillan reminded him casually.
Hearing this, Shi Luo was startled.
He was obviously panicked and asked in a trembling voice:
"Also...please ask Mr. Gillan to clarify my doubts!"
"The gate of February's ascension has long been occupied by the three arts. They do not allow anyone to ascend in this month."
Jilan shook his head.
His eyes were indifferent and he added:
"Also, I would like to remind you that if you choose to bow to the art camp and ascend on their path, you will be my enemy. If we meet again, I will kill you without hesitation. Do you understand?"
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"I understand..."
Shi Luo responded in a deep voice, with a look of awe.
But he never expected that after going through so much trouble to find the secret of ascension, the way forward would be cut off.
An inexplicable despair arises spontaneously.
At this time, Jilan said lightly again:
"February is a dead end for the time being, but it does not mean that it will always be a dead end. There is no need to be too pessimistic."
"Huh?" Shi Luo raised his head suddenly, as if he saw hope. "Sir, what you mean is..."
Ji Lan smiled and said nothing, turned and left.
Tulusi Luo stood there, thinking about the meaning of his words.
After a while.
He seemed to have something to guess, and couldn't help but be shocked.
"Could it be said that... the 'Red Sage' wants to ascend to the Second Moon of February?!" According to his growth trajectory, it is not impossible... After all, the "Red Sage" only took two short years from mortal to ascension. Just three years.
Become a god...
Maybe the "Red Sage" can really do it!
Shi Luo turned his head with a complicated expression and looked at the young man's leaving figure, feeling an inexplicable sense of greatness.
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The next day.
Gillan arrived at the Triumph Building as usual.
As soon as he entered his chairman's office, Maiev walked in holding a stack of documents.
"Chairman Jilan, some major events have happened overseas recently."
The uniformed female secretary placed the documents on the curved desk and reported in a deep voice.
"According to the spies deployed by the committee in various countries, traces of the three old god esoteric sects, the 'Tianni Cult', the 'Golden Branches of Dawn' and the 'Crescent Moon Society', have been discovered..."
As he said this, Maiev's face showed hatred.
Gillan picked up a document and looked through it.
Soon, he narrowed his eyes.
According to the committee's information, in addition to the three major overlords, the Stuttgart Empire, the Bremen Empire, and the Owena Federation, dozens or hundreds of small countries in the surrounding areas have experienced many mysterious hazards in recent months. event.
Horrifying incidents that violate secular ethics, such as parent-child cannibalism, lewd gatherings, and killing games, emerge one after another, and behind them are the three old god esoteric sects.
"The believers of the Old Gods have been making frequent moves recently, and they have deliberately avoided the three major overlords. They only cause chaos in these small countries. There must be some conspiracy behind them."
Maiev said in a deep voice.
"Small principalities such as Poole, Cruz and Andulive have been reduced to chaotic and miserable places, and more than half of the civilians have become sacrifices."
"..."
Ji Lan looked at the expression on her face, then looked at the intelligence file in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.
People in this other world, from the Middle Ages to the present, have been living in suffering, shrouded in mysterious darkness.
The general trend is the trend, and we have no control over it.
This sentence best describes ordinary people.
Ji Lan couldn't help but lament that if he hadn't been surrounded by "beautiful" and embarked on the "Road of the Fire Sword" by chance, he might have died in the prison of the Mangrove Street Police Station, or maybe he would have died over and over again. in danger.
‘But I am not the savior, and I don’t have the ability to save everyone. I can only take care of myself and the people around me. ’
Ji Lan's eyes were cold.
‘But…the three old secret sects are purely cancers and pests of the world. If given the opportunity, they must be uprooted. Just like eradicating the three major secret societies, eradicate them all from the world! ’
He has never forgotten that he himself has enmity with these three secret cult forces.
Sooner or later, Gilan will clear out the three!
After a busy day.
At night.
Guillen left the Triumph Building and drove back to Apartment 9 on Morales Street.
After a brief wash, he changed into a skin-friendly silk nightgown and turned on the long-lost projector in the master bedroom.
After inserting a brand new mercury battery, Gillan took out three fragments of "Curtain Call # Part 1" and allowed them to fuse on their own.
Once the complete film reel was formed, Gillan installed it on the projector and pressed the metal paddle switch.
Click.
There was a crisp sound.
Biba...
呲呲呲……
The shuttle started running, and a beam of light was projected from the light box and landed on the curtain hanging on the wall.
"Let me see the last secret left to me by 'Director' Mr. Clark."
Ji Lan took a deep breath and sat down cross-legged.
Then he looked at the curtain.
Wow.
The noise and vertical spots were moved down for a moment, and a line of white subtitles appeared on the screen:
"This is my, Clark Ashton Smith's short life after traveling to another world."
"I would like to dedicate this to my pursuit of dreams, my praise of mankind's supreme creativity, and my last effort to a close friend I have never met."
The subtitles stayed on for ten seconds.
Then it slowly dissipated.
Instead, there is an overhead view of a medieval village, and the camera slowly zooms out until it cuts to a close-up of a teenager.
The young man was dressed in a linen blouse worn by poor people. He had delicate features and looked about thirteen or fourteen years old. He was being tied up and fell unconscious on the straw pile in the cowshed.
'That's... young Mr. Clark? ’
Ji Lan made a guess and realized something.
In the blink of an eye, he found himself entering the world of the film.
As soon as he entered, "Bailan" gave a prompt.
These are the dark ages of the early seventeenth century.
Gilan instantly understood that according to the time points, William Gerald should have been in his teens during this period and was working as a mercenary in the Persian Merchant League to earn a living and learn skills.
‘So, does the film start when the “director” has just traveled through time...’
he thought.
Gillan took stock of the environment and found that he was outside the bullpen. Through the light hole in the wall, he could see the unconscious boy inside.
At the same time, he also found that this movie viewing was like "Curtain Call, Part 2" where he could not intervene in any way and could only watch.
Pat pat pat...
At this time, there was a burst of rapid footsteps.
Gilan turned around and saw a group of ragged villagers, armed with sickles, axes, pitchforks, and torches, approaching the cowshed menacingly.
"That boy Clark must have sold his soul to the devil in exchange for heretical knowledge!"
A thin middle-aged man wearing a fur hat and a mustache said angrily.
"He actually said that our world is round and that the air is filled with tiny creatures. He also blasphemed and slandered Omer as a fake... Damn it! He must be sent to the stake before the church comes, otherwise we will The whole village will suffer!”
“I’ve long seen that something was wrong with that boy!”
Another fat lady wearing a red headscarf said in surprise, her face twitching.
She waved the kitchen knife in her hand and said hastily:
"No one can survive the epidemic, and after recovering from the disease, it is like a different person, with a completely different tone and behavior from before... Maybe Clark has long been possessed by the devil!"
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"Burn him!"
Some villagers shouted in horror.
Immediately afterwards, other villagers also responded:
"Burn him to death!!"
Bang!
The man in the leather hat kicked open the simple wooden door of the cowshed, and immediately, the villagers swarmed in and dragged the boy out.
Gilan followed all the way.
The whole process witnessed the villagers tying Clark to the cross at the stake at the entrance of the village.
At this time, the young man finally woke up.
After he opened his eyes, he looked at his surroundings.
Looking at the horrified and glaring villagers at him, as well as his desperate situation of being trapped on the stake, he couldn't help but reveal a wry smile.
(End of chapter)