System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Help...help me..."

"Who...who will save me..."

Countless civilians shouted from below Bishop Locke. Bishop Locke had to make a choice between church members whose life and death were unknown and civilians who could be saved.

"...the goddess will be proud of you!"

Time was not to be wasted, Bishop Locke quickly abandoned the church members who were still in the center of the square, and turned to the civilians who were still struggling below.

【Holy Light Art】——

Bishop Locke rushed directly to a civilian who was closest to him, raised his hand and released a holy light spell.

Bishop Locke didn't choose to use a large-scale healing spell as soon as he came up.

Because he faintly felt that in this green enchantment, not only did his perception of the holy light become a bit stagnant, but there were probably other changes that he hadn't known about yet.

Following Bishop Locke's spellcasting, a green holy light rose slowly from his left hand and flew directly to a middle-aged man who was struggling in pain below.

The green holy light hit the man straight.

But the imaginary healing effect did not appear, and the moment the green holy light touched the man, it intensified his pain instead.

The man's face looked extremely terrifying under the miserable green light curtain. Originally, when he saw the bishop flying towards him, there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

But when the light that symbolized hope entered his body, it brought him unprecedented pain.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

Accompanied by a tragic cry, the man's body was instantly "torn apart" and "exploded" by the holy light, and flew towards the black hole in the center together with the blood mist that filled the sky.

Locke watched all this happen, his pupils dilated slightly, but he was completely helpless.

What is happening now is completely beyond his comprehension.

Bishop Locke couldn't understand at all why the holy light technique, which has always been ineffective in saving people from fire and water, would bring more pain to the other party.

A wave of guilt hit his heart, but in an instant, this feeling of guilt turned into anger.

Locke turned his head to look at the black hole, his eyes wide open.

"damn it!!!"

Roaring angrily, Bishop Locke unleashed his strongest strength, and charged straight into the center of the square with the Holy Light spear upside down.

For forcing him to kill people and deviate from the teachings of the Holy Light, this black hole is definitely the culprit. It is impossible for Locke to treat this incident as never happened so easily.

It's just that Locke approached the square, and when he was about to approach the black hole and the ring in the center of the black hole, a wall made of blood mist blocked his way.

The bright red and green are intertwined, and the strong and uncoordinated color impact makes people feel very uncomfortable...

Moreover, the blood stains on the wall began to gradually appear on the faces of those dead people. Their lips were still opening and closing, and their painful expressions seemed to be still telling what happened just now.

Locke also saw the front one, the civilian who was killed by him, was also embedded in the wall, looking at him with resentful eyes.

"You killed me!"

"You... give me back my life!!!"

"Hope Goddess Cult... are all demons!!!"

"die......"

Cursing with resentment was heard endlessly, almost causing the holy medicine that had been stabilized in Locke's body for an unknown number of years to go berserk again.

"No..." Locke himself wanted to refute, saying that the other party would have died, and it was not his fault.

But Goddess of Hope's instruction made him unable to say such words to justify himself.

"I will destroy that evil...and save you..." Bishop Locke looked at the wall of blood and mist in front of him, and said slowly, "I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, the figure of Archbishop Locke disappeared instantly.

In the next second, a huge holy gun pierced straight into the bloody wall with a huge sound of breaking wind and a dazzling green holy light.

Archbishop Locke was holding the tail of the Holy Lance, and the tip and body of the Holy Lance were completely submerged in the bloody wall.

"Uh...cough..."

The stagnant Bishop Locke suddenly let out a violent cough.

The Holy Lance did not break through the wall of blood with unrivaled momentum as imagined.

The holy spear sank into the water as if it had been plunged into the water easily, without causing any ripples on the surface of the water.

The part where the holy gun penetrated penetrated from a little bit below the place where Archbishop Locke pierced the blood wall.

The pierced holy spear, as if it had been completely reorganized, was composed of green blood mist from the green holy light tip, and the smoky tip pierced straight into the archbishop's right chest.

Bishop Locke's cough just now was because his lungs were pierced and his throat was choked by the upwelling blood.

The ring at the center of the black hole is close in sight.

But with just one meeting, Bishop Locke completely lost his fighting power.

He couldn't stop the existence of that weird black hole at all, he couldn't even get close to it.

Just when Bishop Locke let go of the holy gun in his right hand and fell into despair, he noticed something unusual on the right side from the corner of his eye.

In a world where everything was dyed a strange green, a little purple flame suddenly appeared.

This purple flame looks so dazzling in this green-covered world.

The flame quickly outlined a human figure in the air, and the hollow of the fire circle had already been turned into nothingness.

A figure slowly walked out of this mass of nothingness.

"Hey... What kind of underworld filter is this?" A lovely voice with a bit of disgust rang out.

That's a girl.

But the girl doesn't seem to be affected by this green screen at all, her figure still has different colors, and it is not difficult to see that her twin ponytails are red.

She looks like a normal cute girl.

But when everything around her was completely abnormal, the only normal girl seemed abnormal instead.

But at this time, Bishop Locke's thinking has begun to be a little difficult. He didn't even have time to think about why, so he yelled first:

"Quick...go away...."

Because no matter how bad it was, Bishop Locke could tell that the girl who suddenly appeared in front of her had the same aura as an ordinary person.

Even a transcendent person is of a relatively low level and cannot change the current situation at all.

Seemingly noticing Bishop Locke's call, the girl slowly turned her head and looked in Bishop Locke's direction.

After seeing the appearance of Archbishop Locke, the girl froze for a moment, as if it was the first time she saw such a terrifying scene... All kinds of actions can show that this girl has no experience.

But at this time, Locke has no extra energy to remind him of something. His consciousness is constantly weakening, and even his body begins to disintegrate into blood mist little by little.

It's just that this process is much slower than ordinary people.

That girl was none other than Syl, who had turned into a missionary.

However, in this scene involving special existence, Seale still handed over the control to professional missionaries.

The missionary just looked at the surrounding environment calmly. Apart from the fact that the number of sacrifices surprised the missionary at first, her mood became more and more calm.

"Tch...is it just an heir?"

The missionary murmured, slowly opened the small glass bottle in his right hand, and poured out the "gravel" inside.

"Obviously an heir, there is no need to sacrifice so much flesh and blood...greedy...greedy..."

The white fine sand shows its special features in the green screen-it is not affected by the green screen, and still shows its own color, and it becomes brighter.

The black hole also seemed to have noticed the movement on the missionary's side.

At first, he didn't pay much attention to the movement here, but after the fine sand was poured out, he finally felt threatened.

The one-man-tall black hole no longer continued to absorb the blood mist, but instantly swallowed the ring in the center, and the entire black hole began to transform.

He who was originally a black hole seemed to have completed the "molting", a little bit of black peeled off her body, and countless fluorescent green tentacles slowly drilled out of it.

When the black "eggshell" was completely peeled off, a huge, inexplicable head with green skin appeared in front of it.

And those fluorescent green tentacles are his hair and neck, as if this is his complete form.

"what--"

As soon as He appeared in the world, he immediately uttered a piercing cry, which was not like a human being, or any extraordinary creature.

If an ordinary human being heard this cry, they might burst into a cloud of blood mist on the spot, directly turning it into his nourishment.

"Shh..."

The missionary narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his fist with his right hand, raised his slender and white index finger, and pressed it against his pink lower lip.

But following the movement of the missionary, the skin all over her body began to split rapidly, and countless bloody mouths opened in different parts of her body.

There were also countless cracks on her face, and she all smiled strangely, and then recited a sentence in unison:

"****·****"

The moment the name was pronounced, even the air seemed to have a trace of tranquility.

"boom--"

Then there was a sky-shattering explosion, and the fine sand floating in front of the missionary all gathered together, and instantly transformed into a huge black hole.

The black hole is constantly expanding, and it is even more shocking and vast than the scene brought about by the birth of that human face just now.

Bishop Locke, who witnessed all this, began to doubt his life.

Just came someone who looked like she was going to stop evil... only to have her backhand create an even bigger evil?

The black hole is constantly roaring and roaring, as if appealing, wanting to devour more flesh and blood in order to reappear in this world.

The ground, the houses, the trees on both sides of the road, the temporary wooden platform in the square, everything was shaking and shaking.

It seems that it will be sucked in by this "hungry" black hole at any time.

"Tch... all of you like to eat, right..." The missionary's voice sounded a little depressed.

Even if you use up the little bit of fine sand left, it's not enough to find someone who can change the scene quickly.

The sacrifice is a little bit worse...