Chapter 342 Four Riders
‘Why did the Windmill Cat appear here? ’
Jilan’s heart sank.
This guy is an apostle-level existence, an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years.
Facing such an enemy, there is no way to fight. It just depends on how to save your life from the opponent.
What surprised Gilan even more was that Windmill Cat seemed to recognize him.
‘Is it because of the Christmas demon “Krampus”? ’
Jilan secretly guessed.
He once learned from Miss Torina that Krampus is Windmill Cat's "other self", and it is not surprising that the other party would recognize him now.
But there is another possibility...
That is the memory that Windmill Cat can share in the real film. Anyone who has had contact with it in the film will be known to it!
"Introduce yourself."
The big golden cat raised his arm, stretched out a hook-shaped paw, and scratched his cheek.
"I am the leader of the 'Solar Eclipse Society'. You delicious friends can affectionately call me 'Mr. Cat'."
"On this wonderful night, you can all witness the disaster together. I feel so privileged to be here as the world comes to an end.”
"Look! What a beautiful soot!"
As he spoke, He spread his arms and spoke in a feverish tone.
Rumble——
Behind the golden cat-headed man, the volcano continued to erupt, with black matter mixed with billowing smoke, almost filling the entire night.
The moon and stars were covered, and the surrounding environment seemed even bleaker.
The ground was still shaking. Some black flocs like snowflakes fell down, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sulfur.
At this time, a burst of footsteps came.
The nuns who were sent out by Alida to hunt down the Ascetic sect just came back.
Their steps were scattered and their movements staggered. Almost everyone's face was covered with veins and their noses were bleeding. They were obviously seriously infected by the miasma.
“Vice President Alida... the concentration of miasma here is too high, we... we can’t support it anymore.”
When the nuns came to Alida, they could no longer stand and fell to the ground one by one.
Seeing this scene, Alida couldn't help clenching her fists with a solemn expression.
Faced with the increasingly intense miasma, she had no good solution. Now he wanted to lead the team away, but he was stared at by the six hell lords and the cat-headed man, and he did not dare to act rashly.
The situation is in a dilemma.
Gilan glanced at Aurora in the team, who was pale, also had nosebleeds, and was in a worrying state.
His eyes narrowed.
'If this continues, even if Windmill Cat and the six hell lords don't take action, Aurora and the others will be killed by the miasma...'
The current concentration of miasma exceeds 10 Pa, Except for Jilan and Alida, the two Kusei people present, the others couldn't bear it at all.
Jilan thought for a moment and silently took out a bunch of light green potions the size of a little finger from his alchemy leather pocket.
This is the "highly effective anti-miasma medicine" he exchanged from the Ministry of Armed Forces with his merits before setting off on the mission. It belongs to the latest generation of alchemical products.
It can also be said that this is an experimental product jointly developed by scholars in the field of mysticism at the "Anti-Miasma Medicine Seminar".
"Miss Alida, distribute these potions to the nuns, it may be helpful."
Gilan whispered and handed the light green potion on hand to Ali In front of Da.
The latter was startled, and then said in a deep voice:
"Thank you very much, Mr. Gillan."
She took the potion and quickly gave it to her nuns. Gilan also gave three to Maiev, Kaya and Celine, and they all thanked them.
The Windmill Cat and six ferocious-looking black devils just stood there and watched with interest, but did not step forward to stop them.
"The miasma that has been suppressed for a long time will continue to erupt from here starting tonight, until it spreads to every corner of the world."
Pal licked his paws and smiled.
"Well... this is more lethal and destructive than the so-called plague or war. How many people will die? How many will survive? It's really exciting."
"The greater the suffering, the greater the probability of my Lord's recovery... Praise sulfur, light and heat will come to this world full of decay again!"
Listen to the words of the windmill cat god. , Gilan's mind was running rapidly.
He knew in his heart that even if he used "Psychic Advent" again, he might not be able to defeat the opponent.
However, escaping is also a fantasy.
‘I still have one last trump card. ’
Gillan thought.
He put his hand in his pocket, where there was the "letter comb" given by Miss Torina.
Through this token, Miss Tolina's messenger, a powerful being named "Burn Lord" Joe, can be summoned.
Although I don’t know if Joe can defeat the opponent, it is better than having no hope at all.
"Yernei, Sangasulun."
Windmill Cat tapped its chin with its paw and said.
"Send these humans to hell."
"Yes, Lord Parr."
The two devil lords standing beside the windmill cat bowed their heads in agreement.
They are a male and a female. The male is three meters tall and has a dark body. The female is also 1.8 meters tall and has a graceful figure.
Wow——
Two devil lords spread their wings and flew towards them.
Alida took a deep breath, raised her hand and spread her fingers.
"Fire!"
Bear! !
I saw orange-red flames burning on her palms, which were highly condensed and dark red in color.
Follow a flick.
Twice.
Two arrows made of flames flew out, heading straight towards the two devil lords in mid-air.
The male devil in it has a sinister smile on his face.
"Fire? Ridiculous!"
I saw it slapped its backhand, and with a bang, the fire arrow flew away like a ball.
The other female devil grasped the fire arrow with five fingers and held it in her palm. Immediately he waved his hand, and a slender soft whip of flame appeared out of thin air.
Alida raised her head and looked ugly.
The "match" essence she controls is being restrained by the devil lords, making it difficult to cause effective damage.
Seeing that the two devil lords were about to dive over and charge towards him.
At this moment.
A scarlet thunder fell from the sky——
Crack! !
Thunder and lightning instantly fell on the two devil lords, making a deafening noise.
The sights of everyone present were filled with scarlet at this moment, and some outlines of lightning still remained on the retinas.
The bodies of the two devil lords seemed to be frozen, stagnating in mid-air.
The next second, they didn't make any sound, their bodies seemed to be forcibly decomposed, and quickly turned into dust-like particles, flying high.
“?!”
Alida stared into the air, feeling shocked.
The power of the scarlet thunder just now made his heart tremble. With just one blow, the existence of the two devil lords was easily wiped out.
The remaining four devil lords looked solemn and their pupils shrank. They bared their teeth and looked a little uneasy.
“Huh?” Windmill Cat rolled its eyes and made a surprised sound. "Alchemy?"
Click! !
Another scarlet thunder and lightning fell.
This time, let’s go straight to the windmill cat!
"Meow!" Pal cat meowed.
He took a step, and hundreds of afterimages shook out of his whole body. He reached a hundred meters away in an instant, and his speed was faster than thunder and lightning.
Hey! !
The scarlet thunderbolt fell to the ground, spreading like snowflakes, and immediately hit the four hell lords who were standing next to the windmill cat.
Without exception, they all followed in the footsteps of the two previous companions, as if they were broken down into fine particles, turning into powder and flying everywhere.
At this moment, Jilan suddenly noticed something, and quickly turned his head to look behind him——
I saw an old man with gray hair in a suit and leather shoes, holding a white cane. When was standing not far away.
“Commissioner Para Celsus!”
Gilan was startled and said quickly.
Parra smiled and nodded in response.
He raised one hand and spread his fingers. Countless dust fell from the sky and turned into six black spirals, which gathered in his palm, and finally condensed into a devil "model" the size of six fingers.
It is those six devil lords!
The expressions of shock, confusion, and panic on their faces are lifelike, and their movements also maintain the last postures of their lives.
"Jilan, you have done a good job." Parra said, putting the six miniature models into his coat pocket and walking over.
At this time, Gilan and others noticed that Para was not alone.
Beside Parra, there are three figures.
Those were three men.
One person was wearing a leather trench coat, a cocked hat, white gloves, and a retro silver-plated spring revolver on his waist.
One person had his hair slicked back, wore gold-rimmed glasses, a white shirt, and black trousers. He looked like an ordinary office worker.
There is also a person wearing a silver-white carved hood, revealing only a pair of melancholy sky-blue eyes. He was wearing a floor-length silk black robe, and his whole body was completely covered.
Seeing this scene, the corresponding name suddenly popped up in Gilan's mind - "Skull Melting Knight" Carl Rega.
"The Silent Knight" Adams Celedonio.
"Silver Crowned Knight" Agni Baldwin.
There is also the "Knight of the White Staff" Pala Celsus, who replaced the "Bloody Knight" who had defected and became the new knight commander.
Are all the four knights of the "Crippled King" here? !
Jilan couldn't help but breathe.
‘Is it because Caesar, the head of state, was sure that the Windmill Cat would show up, so he sent his strongest troops to intercept and kill him, or because...’
Thinking to himself, he looked towards the crater of the erupting volcano.
‘The changes here have attracted great attention from the empire and they have to be stopped in time? ’
“You guys should have a good rest.”
At this time, the four people from Pala passed by Gilan and raised their white canes.
Buzz——
The scarlet arc jumped and fell among Jilan and his group in the blink of an eye, forming a hemispherical barrier.
This barrier not only isolates the miasma, but also seems to be extremely protective.
Alida and other members of the Steel Maiden Club stared blankly at the four Naparas, feeling a strong sense of oppression and knowing that they were strong men they needed to look up to.
"The Chairman actually came in person..."
Maiwi and Kaya looked at each other, horrified.
Whether it was the cat-headed man or the three men next to the chairman, they were all strange beings.
But what is certain is that this is definitely not a level that I can imagine.
"'Windmill Cat' Pal Solomon."
At this time, the old gentleman Parra stopped with a white cane, tens of meters away from the cat-headed man.
He said calmly:
"After so many years, you are finally willing to show your face... For three hundred years, we have been tracking your traces. In terms of your ability to hide and escape, among all the apostles in the entire Land of God, you must be among the most outstanding few. One of the few.”
“Ah, thank you for the compliment.”
Windmill Cat chuckled, his eyes rolling.
"Isn't this the legendary alchemist, Mr. Parra? Long time no see!"
"There are also three kings of 'The Ferryman', 'The Silent Speaker' and the 'King Douluo' He and I.”
"I am really flattered that the four most powerful men whom His Majesty the 'Crippled King' relies on the most are here together!"
Windmill Cat showed an exaggerated smile.
It raised its hand and pointed to the sky. The crater was still roaring, erupting black material continuously.
"But... I have opened the source of the miasma, how should you deal with it? Should you start a war with me here and waste time, or should you prevent it from erupting?"
" Oh my, it’s really annoying... If you waste one more second, a lot of people will die!”
The big golden eyes of the windmill cat stopped and narrowed into a slit.
"Oh, by the way. Since you came to me together, then the Owena Federation will not miss this opportunity, right?"
"I remember...'Saber Chief' has been They all want to carry out the will of change and death of the 'Moon God', and maybe they will attack your territory!"
There was a dead silence.
Pala’s eyes were deep and calm, and she didn’t speak.
The three men beside him also remained silent.
In the scarlet barrier on the other side, Ji Lan and others did not dare to take a breath, watching the confrontation between the two sides intently.
“It’s really boring.”
The Windmill Cat pouted.
“Since you are here to cause trouble for me, let’s give it a try.”
His eyes condensed and became extremely indifferent.
"Come out, Krampus!"
A gust of wind swept past.
Pala raised her white cane and said lightly:
"The 'Christmas Devil' Krampus..."
Ji Lan's heart trembled.
Will the Windmill Cat summon his alter ego to attack the four Chairman Para?
It seems that a war is inevitable!
…
…
Home of God, cloister.
Amidst the ice and snow, there stood a wooden cabin.
There is also a fat and rolling snowman standing at the door.
The goose feathers are flying in heavy snow, and the biting cold wind is howling.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance, walking towards the hut.
The man seemed to be wearing a large black priest's cloak, and smoke was emitting from his body, and the ice and snow melted wherever he passed.
The snowman turned his head and stared at the visitor with his empty eye sockets. Suddenly, its carrot nose twitched.
"Master Krampus!!"
As soon as he shouted, black flames ignited from the soles of the snowman's feet and melted quickly.
Before he died, the snowman screamed:
"Ah...ah...I'm going to die again!"
Cang!
The small door of the wooden house was pushed open, and a monster with a goat's head and human body walked out. It has a pair of scimitar-like red horns on its head, carrying a huge iron cage on its back, and holding a chain iron hook in its hand.
It is the alter ego of the Windmill Cat——
The "Christmas Devil" Krampus.
"It's so noisy! Shut up, Snowman!"
Krampus roared mightily.
However, the snowman had already been burned by the black fire into a puddle of water, still bubbling.
"Huh?" Krampus suddenly turned his head and looked, his scarlet pupils condensing.
I saw a priest wearing a wide-brimmed hat standing quietly a few meters away.
"'Father Jiaoyi' Jorah Chox!"
Krampus said solemnly.
"Why do you come to me?"
"The lady said she wants you to die."
The priest said in a hoarse voice.
Krampus was stunned.
It was puzzled to understand why "Father Jiaoyi" came to his door even though he had never offended that person.
"You want me to die? Try!"
Krampus smiled ferociously.
The priest raised his hand without saying a word.
Rolling black smoke rose into the sky like a tornado.
Boom! ! !
The entire snowfield was suddenly filled with a sea of black fire, and the wooden hut was submerged in the blink of an eye and burned to ashes.
…
…
Wait for the strong wind to blow.
The scene remained silent.
The four people in Pala looked at the windmill cat quietly.
But nothing happened.
"Huh?" Pal stretched out his paw and scratched his forehead, and tentatively called again: "Krampus?"
Nothing happens.
Suddenly, the golden cat-headed man was startled, as if he had received some signal.
Its expression suddenly changed, and it looked at the four Pala people in surprise, and asked:
“You also hired help?!”
(End of this chapter)