Chapter 565 Hell

Gillan carried the body of "Remaining Gentleman" Behrman and stayed in the "Temple" until the end of the party.

During the entire gathering, most of the four Si Chens were communicating. The apostles occasionally spoke a few words, but as for the rest of the transmuters and ascendants, they were not qualified to speak and could only listen silently.

Ji Lan kept a low profile and remained silent throughout the whole process, taking this opportunity to overhear many confidential plans, including Art San Sichen's plan to take action against "Torrent".

They seem to want to re-enact the "Night of Exposure" and assassinate "Torrent" again just like they assassinated "Director". Taking advantage of the weakness of the imperial camp, they stabbed a fatal knife and eliminated a Si Chen.

In this way, not only can the imperial camp be suppressed more thoroughly and the chance of a comeback be eliminated, but the position of Si Chen can also be freed up for his apostles.

But Jilan didn't think that Art San Sichen could succeed easily. After all, after experiencing the attack on "Ms. Snow", "Crippled King" must be prepared.

‘It’s better to inform the head of state about this, just in case. ’

Ji Lan thought to himself.

The gathering at the "Temple" did not last long. After it was over, the federal leaders dispersed.

The two apostles, "Windmill Cat" Parr and "Cup Holder Doctor" Gabriel, whom Gillan had been following, returned to their respective residences.

Because he used the power of the "Bubble Law" in advance, Gillan collected part of the data of the two people just through observation, so that he could accurately locate their movement trajectories.

The former went to "Hell", and the latter returned to the "Blind General"'s home, located on the "Sunset Hill" behind the "Gate of Centaurs".

Gillan had already planned.

He found the target and planned to attack "Windmill Cat" Parr first... Because this guy was alone and lacked help, and Gillan had a long-standing grudge with him, so he had long wanted to kill this cat that was causing trouble everywhere.

It's a pity that the superiors in our own camp are all being targeted by the other party and cannot act rashly. Otherwise, Ji Lan plans to take advantage of Si Chen's "torrent" to act. At the worst, he can call on the "Lamp Keeper", the apostle of the previous month, to jointly hunt.

After all, "Torrent" has the deepest hatred for "Windmill Cat". His sister Lilia before his ascension was devoured by this guy.

‘In the eyes of those in charge of the Federation, “Red Sage” Gilan Yiros is just a genius who has just ascended to the eighth level of combat power, but he cannot make much of a splash...'

Gilan carried Behrman's body and walked out of the "temple" alone, walking in the gray fog outside.

Under the brim of his hat, his eyes were indifferent.

'But the other party would never have imagined that this "blind spot of vision" would overturn their wishful thinking! ’

Ji Lan sneered in his heart.

Perhaps from the perspective of the Federation, even if the "Red Sage" possesses invincible power, he is powerless in the face of the immortal body of the Federation army.

The Bu'ao battle is a foregone conclusion.

As for the battle at the Shenxiang level, there are a lot of level 8 combat powers like the "Red Sage", so you don't need to pay attention to them at all...

Ji Lan will tell them with actions that this idea is completely wrong!

He walked in the gray fog and once again used the token of "Twilight" Angel as a medium to convey Gabriel's location to the other party.

Temporarily leaving the target of Gabriel under Angel's control, his consciousness left Behrman's body and returned to his original body.

Buzz——

Gillan opened her eyes.

He was still sitting on the central bed in the attic boudoir of Castle Black, holding the haggard and painful girl in his arms.

"pain……"

Torina slumped in Gillan's arms, her head resting on his arm with no support, and she made a weak sound.

"It won't hurt soon."

Ji Lan took a deep breath and said softly.

He lowered his head and kissed the girl's forehead.

"I'll be right back."

After saying that, Gilan put it down carefully and left the boudoir.

Arriving at the garden on the inner wall of Castle Black, Gillan met Jorah, the butler who had been staying here.

The August apostle had a sad look on his face, and there was an extremely suppressed depression hidden between his brows.

"Mr. Gillan, how is Miss's situation?"

"Not optimistic."

Ji Lan walked over and sighed.

"His problem stems from the fact that his own laws have been affected and interfered with, and he is uncontrollably suffering harm and pain for the earthly federal army... Only by completely eliminating this influence can He be freed from the state of 'scapegoating' Free from it.”

"Damn it!"

Jorah hissed angrily.

He stared at Gilan and asked again:

"Who is influencing Miss's laws? Please tell me!"

"It won't help telling you."

Gillan shook his head.

"The superiors in the federal camp have been watching you. Once you act rashly, you will be surrounded and killed... Moreover, Torina also needs someone to take care of her. If even you, the only apostle, leave Castle Black, she will fall into A very dangerous situation.”

"But……"

Jorah clenched his fists.

Of course he knew that Gilan was telling the truth, but it was this angry, unwilling and helpless emotion that boiled in his heart.

His whole body exuded a dangerous aura involuntarily, and billowing black smoke rose into the sky.

"Then who will save the young lady?"

Jorah hissed.

Gilan looked at Torina, the loyal apostle, and said softly:

"Leave it to me. I promised him that I would restore his legs and take him out of Castle Black to see the outside world... I will never break my promise."

"Please keep watch here, Mr. Jorah. I will go out to solve this matter now."

After saying that, Jilan held the brim of his hat, nodded to the priest, and walked out.

Jora stood there and watched the young man leave.

He lowered his head, hesitated for a few times, and finally said in a deep voice:

"I hope you return safely, sir."

Jilan waved his hand and left without looking back.

…

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God's Hometown Corridor.

In the past, the "Noon Dawn" of the seventh month had passed through here and fled to the top of the God's Hometown after beheading the crazy relic "Sulfur Lord".

The remaining pollution power turned the earth into black, dyed the sky dim, and gave birth to volcanoes, erupting endless sulfur and lava.

The manic air was swept by the high temperature, and poisonous gases were everywhere. Rivers of magma spread and covered every corner.

This place is called "Hell".

Later, it became the residence of the October Apostle "Spirit King", and was managed by him and renamed "Black Cemetery".

Now the owner "Spirit King" here has fallen, and the most powerful existence is only the "Windmill Cat" Pal Solomon, the king of hell.

Almost all the devils and lords in the Nine Hells regard Pal as their leader and follow his lead.

Whoosh-

A tall figure suddenly appeared in the air.

He was wearing a black dress, a short hat, and a white cane in his hand.

Jilan looked down at the black and red earth that was twisted and fluctuating due to the high temperature, and murmured:

"Is this the first layer of hell..."

He rubbed the sapphire ring on his middle finger with his thumb and summoned his little servant Weiwei.

The enchanting little man the size of a palm flapped his bat wings and flew out.

"Huh? Master, why are you here?"

Weiwei hovered on Jilan's shoulder, looking left and right, looking at the scene that she was familiar with, and asked curiously.

Jilan said:

"I am going to the deepest part of the ninth layer of hell to hunt down the king 'windmill cat' Pal Solomon... This is the hometown where you were born, please lead the way for me."

"Ah?!"

Vivi was startled.

But it did not question the master's words, but said weakly:

"But master, Vivi was once only a lowest-ranking devil noble, and only moved in the first three layers of hell, and did not set foot in deeper places, so I am not very familiar with it..."

"It's okay, after I reach the third layer, I will ask other devils for directions."

Jilan said lightly.

If it really doesn't work, he can also ask "Fen Hou". This messenger of Tolina is a strong man in hell, and he must know the way to the ninth layer of hell.

Vivi was startled.

It knew that the "asking for directions" mentioned by the master must not be a gentle means.

"Yes, master."

Vivi agreed quickly.

Immediately, it flapped its small bat wings and went in a certain direction, leading the way in front. Jilan followed closely behind, flying in the air.

The little familiar led the way and pointed to the east. From a distance, one could vaguely see the ruins of a circular building, with spiral stone pillars standing at equal distances on the edge, some of which were broken in half.

"Master, that is the 'Border Trial', where the devil judges are waiting. Only after passing the test can the devils leave hell and go to the border... I also completed the test before going to the border, until I was attracted by the master's summoning ritual."

Weiwei explained.

It pointed to the opposite west.

"Going back, you will pass through the three areas of 'corridor', 'castle' and 'green grass', which are filled with dozens of devil lords of all sizes."

Weiwei turned around and laughed.

"But they are all just weak barons. Now Weiwei can kill them with one hand... This is thanks to the master's gift, which gives Weiwei endless soul energy."

"Weiwei feels that she will be promoted to earl soon."

"Not bad." Jilan nodded. "In the near future, maybe you can become a grand duke, or even the king of hell."

"Ah?" The little familiar was startled, happy and afraid, and he was nervous with his hands in his pockets. "But, can Weiwei really do it?"

"You are my familiar."

Gilan said calmly.

Weiwei took a deep breath and nodded solemnly.

"Yes, master, Weiwei will definitely work hard to become stronger and not lose the master's face..."

One person and one familiar flew through the air, and kept on going.

Now Gilan's mastery of mysticism is no less than that of a senior scholar who has studied hard for hundreds of years.

He is very clear about the specific environment and situation of the nine layers of hell - border, lust, gluttony, greed, anger, heresy, violence, fraud and betrayal.

It's just that because he has never set foot there, he doesn't know how to go.

Under the leadership of Weiwei, Gilan passed the first three layers all the way, and saw the weird castle, black wind, smelly snowballs falling from the sky, freezing rain, and three-headed giant dogs marching in the wilderness along the way.

During this process, there were no blind demons blocking the way. After all, with Vivi, the high-ring viscount, they had already sensed the danger and stayed away.

It was not until he entered the fourth level of the "greed" hell that Jilan was attacked.

The other side was a group of powerful demons led by a three-ring earl. These demons were strong and sturdy, with dark red skin, hard and huge horns on their heads, and scimitars in their hands.

Obviously, they regarded Vivi and Jilan as prey.

Jilan didn't waste any words with these guys, just raised his index finger and tapped lightly.

An invisible "strong wind" blew past, and dozens of demons that attacked were all decomposed into nothingness on the spot, leaving only the terrified demon lord, who was forcibly captured by Jilan and became a new tool for leading the way.

Under the guidance of this guy, Jilan successfully passed the fifth, sixth and seventh floors, and saw humanoid creatures dragging heavy objects, monsters fighting in dark streams and mud, and towers burning with blazing flames.

In hell, there are strange things.

It can be regarded as Jilan's knowledge.

When he arrived at the eighth floor of the "fraud" hell, the earl demon was no longer familiar with the environment, so he lost his value and was refined by Jilan.

He took Weiwei with him and found another marquis-level demon lord in the local area, ready to let him lead the way.

At the beginning, the marquis demon was quite arrogant, with a playful attitude, ready to kill the viscount female demon Weiwei and her weak "human slaves" who came to the door.

But after just one encounter, it was severely injured by the "strong wind" released by the "human slave" and the horns on its head were shattered.

If Jilan had not intended to keep him alive to lead the way, this guy would probably have become a mysterious point on the spot.

After this incident, the Marquis Devil was well aware that the seemingly weak "human slave" was the leader and an extremely powerful existence.

"Respected wizard, please come this way..."

The Marquis Devil named Samuel changed his previous arrogance and honestly hunched over his huge body, leading the way by a huge black river.

Jilan and Weiwei followed behind.

Samuel pointed to the continuous black rivers ahead, each of which was hung with dense rusty chains. He hissed:

"There are ten 'evil ditches' here, and the river water is full of poison. Even if a devil of my level is contaminated with a little bit, it will be in great pain and its strength will decline... Only through those cable bridges can we cross the 'evil ditches' and go to the last ninth level of hell at the vortex at the end."

"That's where the grand dukes are, scattered along the circular ice lake, guarding the 'windmill mill' in the center... The windmill is the residence of the monarch, Lord Pal."

"Well, I know."

Gilan stood on the shore and nodded gently.

At this time, the four-meter-tall sturdy devil Samuel smiled embarrassedly and bowed his head:

"Then, Lord Wizard, I will leave first. I wish you a safe trip..."

"Did I tell you to leave?"

Gilan said lightly without looking back.

The sturdy devil was startled, and then his face twisted.

Just as it was about to say something harsh, its body froze and was blown away by the invisible wind.

Jilan opened his hand, and a dazzling glass bead condensed in his palm, and he threw it into Weiwei's arms.

"Here's a snack for you."

"Thank you, Master! Master is so kind!"

The little servant cheered.

Jilan didn't care, jumped into the air, and flew towards the dark river.

"Let's go, to see the King of Hell."