System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Go, sprinkle them on their heads."

The young dragon beside him also turned into a human form. Although the clothes all over his body were torn, he followed Searle's example and wrapped his body with an exoskeleton, which looked like he was wearing a battle armor.

She stretched out her small hand, took the bottle of reagent, and then flapped her wings vigorously, rushing directly into the sky with a strong wind.

The two bishops over there hugged each other tightly, as if they had completely given up resistance... Any two fourth-tier opponents with two dragons and two fourth-tier opponents would not be able to raise the desire to resist .

The little girl with dragon wings in the air shrank her wings in the air and swooped down quickly. When she was tens of meters away from the two bishops, she quickly threw the reagent in her hand.

The reagent was shot from top to bottom like a cannonball with the sound of breaking through the air. In the air, the glass of the reagent burst because it couldn't bear the pressure, and the blood turned into countless blood beads and splashed towards the two of them.

Before the blood touched the two of them, it had turned into a blood mist and dissipated, and there was a breath of fresh blood around the two of them.

Gradually, the expressions of the two became dull, and Syl, who was observing all this, also breathed a sigh of relief.

The biggest hidden danger was easily resolved, and the next step was to control the other ghosts and let them go to find Fina by themselves.

At that time, the people who go in are people, and the ones who come out may be golems.

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PS:

2 chapters back, 3 chapters still owed... spit soul...

positive......

[1. I want to find a girlfriend, and there is no excessive requirement. 】

[Let's lower the requirements, a good figure, just be a supermodel]

[The cost should be lower to facilitate construction, and some special effects against the sky. It is best to have one of the Holy Shield Charge, Toxic Fury or Wind Fury, and it will not be weakened by the designer. 】

[2. I really like cooking at night, the whole room is filled with the smell of white rice, so I won’t have hungry dreams when I sleep]

Good night—oh no, good morning (

Chapter 179 Chapter 170 Three Trials of Overthrow (4000-word chapter)

The night passed very peacefully, there was nothing special to report on the news, and nothing new happened in Ibiza.

It's just someone's house, many uninvited guests came one after another tonight.

In Fina's home, countless light blue translucent monsters filled the entire room. They were more or less holding some parts in their hands, as if they were assembling.

And their cooperation is very proficient. Basically, when they are made on one side and handed over to the other side, the assembly of the other side has already started.

Fina was standing in the center of all the monsters with her eyes closed, trying her best to make the puppets.

Golems have already come out of the door one after another, and went outside the door like normal people, looking no different from civilians on the street...

Oh, to be specific, there are actually no residents in this small half of the street, all of them are Fina's real estate, and Fina manipulates puppets disguised as civilians.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

The knock on the door seemed to press a pause button for the busy work inside. All the demon spirits stopped their work and looked in the direction of the wooden door.

Fina also slowly opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the door.

Now her spirit has been consumed a lot, and she began to feel a little groggy. For a while, she couldn't figure out who would come to her so late.

Through the vision of the puppet outside, Fina noticed that it was an old man wearing the robe of the Goddess of Hope, and he was knocking on Fina's door dully... He looked like a walking dead.

"Do you want to open the door..." Pei'er, who brought two cups of black tea to Fina's side on a tray, asked softly while looking towards the door.

"No need..." Fina raised her hand and directed a puppet to open the door.

After the door was opened, all the demon spirits were on alert, watching the old man walking towards Fina step by step.

The old man stopped when he walked around Fina, and slowly took out two things from inside his robe, one was letter paper and the other was a bottle of reagents.

The stationery looks very ordinary, nothing special.

But the small reagent bottle seemed to contain about four or five drops of blood.

The puppet who opened the door just now reached out to take the letter and reagents from the old man's hand, opened the letter and read it.

Fina, who read the letter through the puppet, opened her eyes slightly and looked at the bottle of reagent.

"This is...the potion that gives the puppet life?" Fina opened her mouth slightly, and said in disbelief, "Is this how the instructor gave it to me?"

Then, Fina continued to read along with the letter, and at the end, Fina's expression was beyond surprised.

"Can it also be manipulated by... a demon?"

Fina felt a little excited and grateful.

She knew all too well what that meant.

A puppet is always a puppet, and from the moment it is made, its strength is determined.

Life is different, life will evolve and become stronger...

As for the mentor, he told Fina the way to manipulate life, and even helped Fina complete everything directly, and the materials were automatically delivered to her door.

This feeling is like being escorted by a mentor to become stronger...

"Mentor..." Fina murmured, feeling that her admiration and love for her mentor had increased a lot.

Then, next, you have to earnestly complete the tasks assigned by the instructor.

Fina couldn't help but feel a pain in her liver when she thought that there were still so many puppets to be made.

At the same time, the Holy See, Goddess of Hope.

It was late at night, and most of the monks and nuns had returned to the monastery to rest, and only a few monks and guards were left in the Holy See.

However, there was a thin-looking figure standing on the steps in the middle of the Holy See and looking at the door, as if waiting for something.

She closed her eyes and meditated, thinking about whether there were any mistakes in what she did today, and whether the person she was talking to was abnormal.

She had a vague feeling that it would be too stubborn to run for the pope by herself, but she was afraid that if she didn't do it, she hoped that the Goddess Church would become something she didn't know at all.

And when she's gone, who will protect Syl?

"Alas..." She raised her head slightly and looked at the big clock of the church.

At this time, the direction of the hour hand has pointed to 11. Obviously, it is already 11 o'clock in the evening.

Suddenly, there was a sound of light footsteps behind her, she looked back, only to find that Annie was walking towards herself cautiously holding a cup of steaming milk.

"Uh... Her Majesty Ashara." Seeing Ashara turn her head, Anne whispered, "Do you want something to drink?"

With that said, he handed out the hot milk in his hand.

"No need." Ashara shook her head and asked lightly, "Aren't you going back?"

"I..." Annie pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but quickly shook her head, "It's nothing..."

The little girl's mind was very easy to guess, and Ashara knew that Annie was worried about Syl, after all Syl hadn't come back for so long.

Looking at Annie who was worried about Syl, Ashara was a little dazed.

Syl's gesture of treating all people as equals from the heart also gradually gathered some followers for Syl.

Searle seems to be born with this kind of charm, attracting others to her, but she doesn't know it.

Searle's personality charm is destined to leave a heavy mark in history.Not to mention her promotion speed that would make anyone click their tongues.

Just when Ashara raised her hand, intending to find Syl, she felt two familiar auras approaching the Holy See.

Feeling one of the breaths, Ashara's heart was relieved.

After a while, Syl and Sandy appeared at the gate of the Holy See.

Seeing how she greeted the guards with a smile, Ashara felt that her hard work all day seemed to be purified.

"Archbishop! Annie!" Searle seemed to notice the two people standing on the steps like watchmen, and asked in surprise, "Why haven't you gone to rest yet?"

"Your Highness!"

Annie shouted in surprise, and when she was about to pass the hot milk in her hand to Searle, Ashara's words made her retract her outstretched hand.

"You came back late." Archbishop Ashara said with a straight face.

Hearing the archbishop's tone, Syl straightened up with a "snap". She stood like a soldier, looked at the archbishop and said sincerely:

"Report sir, I promise there will be no next time!"

The original serious atmosphere seemed to be easily disintegrated because of Searle's action.

Archbishop Ashara's pursed lips trembled slightly, he didn't know if he was angry or holding back a smile.

But judging from her slightly curved eyes, it should be no doubt that she is holding back her smile.

After confirming that Searle was fine, Anne handed the hot milk to Searle and left the Holy See to go back to the monastery to rest.

In order to ensure the safety of Annie on the way back to the monastery, Searle asked Sandy to send Annie back. After all, Annie delayed going back so late because she was waiting for her.

After Sandy sent Annie away, Searle held the cup, sipped the hot milk in it, and followed the archbishop upstairs.

The two went up to the top floor, and when they reached the door of Syl's room, Syl stopped at the door.

When Syl turned around to say good night to the archbishop, he turned around and found that the archbishop seemed to be in a wrong mood.

Ashara was walking behind Syl, but she lowered her head slightly, her eyes were empty, her brows were furrowed, as if she was thinking about something tricky.

She didn't even notice that Syl had stopped in front of her, and she didn't react until her head hit Syl's arms.

[Love Saint]: "I have to remind you that she looks very fragile now... Like she has learned some bad news or experienced something. I want to know what you can do with this opportunity degree?"

"Sorry, I was distracted." Ashara took a step back, and when she wanted to back up, she found that Syl's left hand had wrapped around her waist at some point, preventing her from going any further.

"Huh..." Searle gently blew on the milk in the porcelain cup in his right hand, and finally drank it down.

Putting the cup casually on the window sill beside him, Syl looked at Archbishop Ashara and asked with a smile: