The Phantom of Jazz

Chapter 35

【Aslan Grant】

The night was already deep, and the moist night wind unique to Aslan swept across every corner of Grant's sleeping place. On the silent street, there were only signboards whistling by the wind, and abandoned Flying pieces of paper.

Gilgamesh was walking briskly on the most sacred and bustling street in Grant at this moment, his steps were so light and strange that there was no sound.And at the end of this street lies the origin of the entire Aslan belief.With the rapid retreat of the surrounding shops, the darkness of the night gradually faded, and the palace wrapped in blue light gradually appeared in Gilgamesh's sight. Gilgamesh still had a calm and calm expression, approaching , getting closer, and when the luxurious and unrestrained palace was in sight, Gilgamesh——disappeared.The densely packed silver messengers guarding outside the silver priest's temple didn't realize what was rushing through the holes in their defenses.

At this moment, there was a strange fluctuation in the space at the end of the hall where the secret was about to be touched, and the air seemed to be distorted rapidly, and returned to normal again.But just this small fluctuation, which no one has noticed, will set off a shocking frenzy.

【Inde Empire? Heart】

The blood-red rays of light burst from the scarlet pupils, and the surrounding colors began to collapse and shatter. The icy coldness exudes a penetrating chill on the exposed skin like pulling Qi Ling into an ice cellar. Qi Ling thought desperately Backing away, the space that the iron chains bound him had been exhausted by his struggle, until he could no longer move. He squatted down and wrapped his limbs tightly, desperately trying to retain the last trace of warmth in his body.He stiffly exhausted his last bit of strength and looked in the direction of Tianshu Youhua.

Tianshu Youhua sat lifelessly on the spot, her pupils dilated, as if her soul had been drawn away, "Youhua, Youhua." Qi Ling called out in a trembling voice.

dead?No, it's impossible: "Come, come, help, help..." Qi Ling whimpered and called for help around the hollow, "You Hua, You Hua, wake up."

The scarlet pupils behind Qi Ling exuding a creepy aura are staring straight at him in the blood-colored mid-air, Qi Ling dare not turn his head, because he feels that if he turns his head, his soul will be pulled into him. The eternal abyss.

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Ling felt that his body had been gradually covered by thin ice, and every cell in his body stopped beating. In his distracted vision, a silver-white light flashed in mid-air, landing on the same level as his scarlet pupils. In terms of position, he could barely feel that it should be a perfect and delicate person, and then the chill on his body was gradually dissipated by the silver light.

"Who are you?" Qi Ling blinked, and the frosty eyelashes were dripping from the cold, looking like crystal tears: "Are you here to save me?"

The lips under the shadow of the silver hood slightly curled up: "No."

Qi Ling pulled the chains that bound him, trying to create some movement to wake Tianshu Youhua up, but the chains connecting them only moved Tianshu Youhua's lifeless body and did not awaken her mind.

Qi Ling looked at the figure in mid-air in despair, and an elegant voice came from above his head: "I never thought of killing you." Because your fate is our fate.

"Did you catch me here?" Qi Ling half raised his head and asked.

The people in mid-air laughed and said nothing.

"What did you arrest me for?"

"This, you'll know right away." The silver hood was brushed off by white jade-like fingers, revealing a delicate face, silver hair scattered behind the shoulders, eyelashes slightly opened, revealing the same silver out-of-focus eyes.

In Qi Ling's stunned gaze, that mysterious silver figure condensed into a silver light spot, as if the next moment, this light spot would detonate a shocking catastrophe.

When the silver rays of light in mid-air scattered on Tianshu Youhua's unconscious body, Qi Ling realized that the conspiracy was not aimed at him: "What do you want to do to her?"

The silver light converged into a silvery stream of water that enveloped Tianshu Youhua's whole body, and when the chains connecting them rose to a certain angle, Tianshu Youhua had already risen to the same height as the man in silver. Angle, Qi Ling resisted the tension of the chain to pull him up, while raising his head to pay attention to Youhua's movements.

【Aslan? Fog Hidden Green Island】

"Is there any news from Gilgamesh?" Aios put his chin on his half-raised hands and asked Qila beside him with his head tilted.

"Gilgamesh should have entered the heart of the imperial capital." Qi La replied respectfully.

"Very good," Aios said with a smile: "The silver priest's army should have reached the Fengshui crossing point."

"That's right. According to the news from Thereya, the two countries have already started fighting, and just the first battle caused Aslan to suffer a disastrous defeat because of Boyce's return."

"Oh?" Aios lowered his hands and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, his amber eyes shone with strange brilliance: "Even with Boyce's return, with Aslan's strength, it wouldn't be a disastrous defeat. "

"Your estimation is indeed not wrong." Qi La seemed to think of something funny, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Trea's [Tiange], Boyce is very useful, and besides that, there are also people who secretly turned against each other. Aslan's main force is Nether."

"They are really obedient."

"So, Your Majesty, what's the next move?"

Aios hooked his fingers, and pulled the closed curtain behind him aside, and pointed his finger to the side outside the window: "Over there."

"You mean, we are going to send troops to Grant?"

"This is a good opportunity. Gilgamesh has already entered the heart, and Boyce is watching the border, and Aslan is under attack. In this way, if we suddenly attack Graner, they will be even more unprepared ?” The bright sunlight reflected on Aios’s confident smile, which dazzled Qi La’s eyes.He has realized more than once that the young face in front of him is no longer the well-behaved and delicate child lying in his arms and protected by him.

"Then why did you choose Grant, who is the most powerful silver priest, as the starting point?" Qi La was a little puzzled.

"Your worry is indeed not unreasonable. It is easy for those who have been hesitating between the royal family and the silver priest to make them stand on our side. However, once those people who have always believed in the silver priest find out that they have been defending Asia The Silver Priest of Silan, who is peaceful and indifferent to the world, is just an illusion, what do you think will happen?"

"Qi La, the bowstring will break if it is under too much tension. I just put my strength on the bowstring that is almost reaching its limit."

"So," Aios lowered his head and looked at Qi La, who was half-kneeling on the ground waiting for orders, "you set off immediately with the silver dust, and you must bring this military talisman to Grant, and present it at the upcoming At the party of the Eight Clans, at that time, you will naturally know what to do."

"What about you?"

"Don't worry, they must think that we are coming out in full force and won't take excessive actions against the Hidden Fog Green Island. Moreover, even if something happens, it won't be difficult for me to get out."