System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Ashara stared into Syl's eyes, in Syl's pure eyes, Ashara didn't see any fear or forced composure, only fearlessness.

She was really not afraid of the holy medicine, and she was not overwhelmed by the haze she suffered before.

"Open it, that's it." The golden-yellow phantom tentacles behind Ashara began to emerge, ready to assist Syl's promotion at any time.

"Okay." Syl nodded, slightly turned the mechanism above the holy medicine bottle, and then twisted the iron stopper to open the lid.

In an instant, after encountering the air, the transparent tentacles quickly merged with the potion, turning into pale golden translucent tentacles, and quickly crawled along Syl's hand towards her mouth.

"Don't be nervous, it's normal." Ashara spoke softly, soothing Syl's emotions.

With Archbishop Ashara guiding by his side, Syl's mood was not as tense as the previous few times when he drank the holy medicine.

Then he looked down at Syl, and saw the translucent pale gold tentacles that entered his mouth without opening his lips.

"Uh--"

Syl's pupils dilated instantly, and there was a tearing feeling in her throat. At the same time, her back was unbearably numb, as if something was about to come out of the skin on her back.

A powerful raving erupted in Syl's mind in an instant, and combined with the changes and pain in her body, it impacted her spirit.

But to be honest... this level of shock is not too difficult for Husir, a professional who fights against ravings.

There are still so many people adding a system in Searle's head and beeping, may I ask how old this rambling can be ranked in it?

Almost before the holy light in Ashara's hand descended on Syl, Syl had already resisted the first attack of ravings.

This stunned Archbishop Ashara, who originally planned to help Syl against part of him.

This kind of feeling is like when you practice leveling with a large trumpet and a small trumpet, and in the end A will hurt you as a mob, A is on the trumpet, and the defense is not broken.

Syl opened his eyes, glanced innocently at Archbishop Ashara in front of him, and said:

"It hurts...it hurts more than before..."

Ashara's mouth opened, but she didn't know what to say.

This is the most difficult hurdle for advancing from the second holy step to the third holy step. Countless people are stuck here, either going crazy and collapsing, or saving a crippled life, forever stopping at the half-step third step.

Because this is the stage where the body begins to transform into the form of mythical creatures for the first time. Simply speaking, it is the difference between human and non-human.

After reaching the third level, it can be said that it has begun to gradually lose touch with ordinary humans and ordinary first- and second-level transcendents.

It was such a difficult shackle, yet Syl easily passed it, that's why Ashara looked so surprised.

Immediately afterwards, Ashara quickly stepped forward, grabbed Syl's arm, activated her spiritual vision, and carefully examined Syl's body.

"What's the matter? Archbishop..." Syl asked weakly after being frightened by Ashara's sudden grasp of both arms, and took a half step back.

"Are you, where, are you uncomfortable?" Ashara looked into Syl's eyes and asked eagerly.

It was the first time Syl saw Ashara so nervous, she closed her eyes to feel it, then opened her eyes and said:

"There seems to be nothing wrong."

"How could it be..." Ashara narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully observed Syl's whole body again, and then slowly let go of her hand.

Ashara also thought of this question.

Could it be that the previous possession of the Holy Spirit transformed Searle's body, making her more compatible with the semi-mythical form?

Ashara thought about it, and there was only one explanation.

If that's the case...

Syl is very likely to be the first person to fully master the semi-mythical form and find a way to advance to the sixth level.

If other people know this, they will definitely come to Syl like crazy, and if it spreads, the consequences will be even more unimaginable.

There will be countless strong people staying at the fifth level, using various methods to find Syl, just for the chance of promotion, they will definitely find Syl, and find a way to get the secret from her body.

Ashara didn't care about whether Syl could be promoted to the sixth level, she just didn't want Syl to live forever in the pursuit of strong men with different personalities in the future.

"Syl," Ashara held Syl's hand, looked into Syl's eyes, and said seriously, "Your body changes, you can't tell it to others."

"Ah..." Syl seemed to think of something, and said weakly, "I seem to... told Jane and the others..."

As soon as Sylah finished speaking, Ashara's pupils instantly turned pure black. She let go of Sylah's hand, and a huge spear emitting golden light appeared in her hand.

It looked like he was about to go to a fight.

"Wow..." Searle almost uttered a classic two-character scripture, fearing that the archbishop would teleport away, so he rushed forward and hugged the archbishop.

Being hugged so tightly by Syl, Ashara couldn't move for a while, and her face was buried in a strange place.

Although the scale of Sila's place is small, the softness is extremely high, and they are wearing nightgowns. The light nightgowns can't block the contact between Ashara's face and a certain soft place at all.

There is also a mesmerizing light deodorant...

Ashara raised her head silently, pulled her face away from Syl's chest, raised her head and looked at Syl silently.

Being hugged by Syl like this, Ashara lost most of her momentum.

"Archbishop, if you have something to discuss...they are all my friends, they won't say anything, don't be impulsive!"

Syl didn't seem to notice the strange place where he buried the archbishop's face, he still hugged Archbishop Ashara tightly and explained.

If one of the archbishops would not give up looking for trouble with Jane and the others, Searle would always hold on to it and not let go.

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1 chapter back, 9 chapters owed!

Feature time is up——

[1. I always hear people say bad things about London, saying that it is a shithole full of rubbish bastards. 】

[They know nothing. I just walked through a small alley and saw a group of homeless people scrambling to vaccinate each other. What a kind and warm land this is. 】

[2. Because copper is not magnetic, all copper in the world is male copper. 】

[3. Li Hua's English test paper was invalidated due to personal information appearing in the composition. 】

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Chapter 165Chapter 160 Finally able to go out (4000 word chapter)

"What are you holding me for?" Ashara looked at Syl, with a little helplessness in her eyes, but she also obeyed Syl's wishes, and the holy light spear in her hand slowly dissipated.

Syl still hugged the archbishop and refused to let go, for fear that the archbishop would disappear if he let go, she looked down at Ashara and asked:

"Archbishop... You didn't want to beat Jane and the others to lose their memory just now, did you?"

In fact, beating up amnesia is already Searle's rhetoric after careful consideration. If it is more radical, it may be that the archbishop is going to silence him.

"No, look for them," Ashara said a little speechlessly, "Look for those old things, let them take care of themselves, the church."

"Phew...it's fine," Searle breathed a sigh of relief, and after thinking for a while, said, "Why don't I go and talk to them myself? After all, they are my friends and myself What came out..."

What Syl said was well-founded, and now that she had recovered, she simply went out and asked Jane and Vera to come out and talk, and there would be no major problems.

After thinking for a while, Archbishop Ashara nodded lightly, then looked up at Syl expressionlessly, motionless.

Syl looked down at the petite archbishop in his arms, and asked suspiciously:

"What's the matter, Archbishop?"

Ashara silently lowered her head, then struggled with her arms with very little effort, then raised her head to look at Syl again.

The meaning is already obvious.

Ashara almost had "Why are you still hugging me" written all over her face.

At this moment, Facing Archbishop Ashara's calm eyes, Searle began to lose his composure.

Searle let go of his hand "behind the clock", curled his hair with his fingers a little embarrassedly and said:

"Ahem... forgot to let go."

It's just that he can't continue to hug the little and soft archbishop, which makes Searle feel a little bit disappointed.

Syl is not a pervert who likes loli, it's just that Archbishop Ashara happens to be of this size.

Well, definitely so.

Ashara didn't worry too much about what was going on in Syl's heart, she stretched out her hand and tapped slightly in front of Syl, and a familiar golden shield lingered around Syl.

"Come back early." After Ashara finished her instructions, she seemed to remember something, and said, "That puppet is a bit strange, it cannot be repaired, and it has been sent to the church."

"Are you talking about Sandy?" Syl nodded and said, "I'll go and see her when the time comes, and she also protected me."

Speaking of the church, it must be the Cathedral of Hope on Cos Street. After seeing Jane and Vera, I will go to bring Sandy back.

It has been so many days since I saw Sandy. Although Syl also wanted to ask Ashara before, the Archbishop has been busy a while ago.

Now that his body has finally recovered, he naturally has to go and see the puppet lady who has guarded him.

"Go." Aisha stretched out her hand, pinched a piece of hair hanging around Searle's neck, and after taking away the fallen hair, said a little uneasy, "Come back early."

Fortunately, now that Ashara's little golden shield is hanging on Searle, Ashara can rush to Searle's side immediately.

Moreover, Syl, who was successfully promoted, also made Ashara feel a little more at ease.

If it is said that before the third level, there are still some weird ways to hurt Syl before the Golden Shield reacts.

That Syl, who was already in the third holy rank, was fully capable of holding out until Ashara rushed over.

The Goddess of Hope Cult is famous for its hard life. Compared with other churches, it can not only save its own life, but also save others'.

"Okay~" Syl nodded and responded sweetly.

After hearing Syl's answer, Archbishop Ashara waved his hand lightly, then turned and left.

As for Syl, after Archbishop Ashara left, he began to change his clothes.

This time, Syl did not choose to continue wearing the church's black robe, but instead changed into a more beautiful standard white robe, with a pure white cloak that reached to the elbow.