System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Others just need to be ants obediently.

A broad future has been laid out in front of Friedman, and he has even thought about the day after becoming the only successful ascension in the world in the future.

Those inferior products that use Pasha's blood and holy relics to ascend will eventually be eliminated.

And the only Friedman who ascended with the blood of the silver crow and the holy relic will become the only true god!

And the moment he became an ascender, he would humanely destroy all the experimenters who knew about how he ascended.

Only in this way can he become the only ascender, the only sixth-level——

The only sixth order.

Six... order?

Friedman's pupils widened slightly, and he took a step back subconsciously.

A ridiculous idea suddenly appeared in Friedman's mind.

One person's blood can make another person soar, other than her special blood, what else is possible?

It is also possible that she has already completed the ascension, has already become a sixth-order, and has already mastered the semi-mythical form...

Countless blood threads stretched out from the "remnant body" of the silver crow, connecting with the blood threads oozing from the scattered blood clots.

A silver mask slowly took shape under the connection of countless blood threads, and that empty mask, under the background of countless blood threads, slowly watched Friedman in midair.

There was a blood-red shimmer on the blood thread, and countless blood threads almost blocked the entire sewer.

And the beak mask supported by only one thread of blood slowly floated in front of Friedman.

The bird's beak, which was shining with silver products, was slightly twisted, and the cracks on both sides of the beak were facing upwards, as if smiling.

Paired with countless shimmering bloodshots on the upper back like a canopy that covers the sky and the sun, it's as if an evil god has descended, making people feel horrified and panicked.

"It's my turn?" An ethereal voice came from nowhere around, piercing into Friedman's ears.

Friedman's lips were pale, and his whole body was trembling. Fear seemed to wake him up gradually. After a long time, he moved his lips and said in a trembling voice:

"Your Excellency... Your Excellency... I..."

"I'm joking... Your Excellency...."

Before Friedman finished speaking, the mask in front of him suddenly shattered into strands of blood, and the thin scarlet blood strands were entangled like flower buds, and then opened like some piranha.

From the depths of that bloody flower, a hollow sound came.

"I'm not kidding."

"Ah-"

Numerous blood threads turned into spikes, piercing Friedman's body from all directions.

Frydman's whole body was pierced by countless fine blood threads, like a statue fixed in the air by countless blood threads, and the blood flowed continuously.

Pain and despair instantly replaced the joy just now and appeared in his mind, and it was even worse than that.

The countless fine bloodshots could not take away the life of his fifth-order powerhouse in an instant, but the stinging pain brought to his whole body by the wriggling bloodshots was like the most terrifying punishment, making him unable to even cry out in pain.

"Oh...can't let you die..."

As the ethereal sound fell, a spike formed of blood threads was slowly pulled by the blood threads, and it was raised in front of Friedman.

The eyeballs, which had been pierced by countless bloodshots and were soaked red by Friedman's own blood, looked desperately at the blood needle standing in front of him and facing his forehead.

Friedman didn't know what the consequences of the blood injection would be, and the despair in his mind no longer allowed him to think in a better direction.

He whimpered as hard as he could, and let out a gurgling sound as if his throat was filled with blood. Countless blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't complete any note.

Desperate tears of blood flowed down his cheeks from his pupils, and he watched helplessly as the spikes approached a little bit, and then pierced through his skull.

In an instant, Friedman lost all consciousness.

[Clown]: "Wonderful?"

In the silent sewer, only the clown expressed his appreciation for this scene.

Countless bloodshots were retracted from all directions, and all the blood clots were retracted.

These bloodshots and blood clots entangled and fused on the doctor's body, and soon, the doctor wearing a black windbreaker and a silver mask stood on the spot unscathed.

And Friedman, who lost his support, fell heavily to the ground and was submerged by the dark river that started to flow from behind.

"Young dragon."

The doctor's figure slowly disappeared, replaced by a young dragon in the form of Xiaobai.

The young dragon slowly stretched out his hand and pointed to the dark river in front of him. A sarcoma emerged from her sleeve, crawled over her tender white skin, fell into the dark river, and drifted along the river.

When the sarcoma flowed through Friedman's body, it was tightly attached to it, splitting into countless hyphae, attaching to his skin, and burrowing deep into it.

Immediately afterwards, Searle changed back to being a doctor again.

Soon, she saw that blood was oozing all over his body, and Frydman, who had dyed Anhe red like a blood man, was squeezing his body muscles rapidly to stop the blood from oozing out.

His body also moved strangely, uncoordinated like a robot.

Friedman stood up slowly, looked at Searle in the dark river, and slowly lowered his head.

At this point, Friedman is completely declared dead, but his wreckage will still guide Syl, showing the highest loyalty to Syl.

"Take me to Xers." Syl said slowly.

But what she didn't expect was that Friedman in front of him showed a somewhat confused expression, and then shook his head stiffly.

This means that the dragon egg in his body that controls his consciousness cannot find Kesos through his consciousness.

It seems that the usual contact is done by Kersus, and Friedman does not have any right to initiate contact as he himself said.

But as an old man and a capable member of the "Ascension" Society, every time there is something in the "Ascension", Kesers will notify him as soon as possible.

For example, Friedman knew that one of the places that Kesers often visited was the small nest built next to the drainage channel in the underground.

However, this small nest full of cans has been completely destroyed by the battle just now.

[Young Dragon]: "If Kesers comes to inform me, I will know immediately."

"Okay." Syl nodded and looked at the Friedman who had become a puppet.

Under the control of the dragon egg, Friedman will do the usual things as usual, and all decisions will be made in line with Friedman's character.

But this is similar to a moving siren. As long as Friedman sees Xers, the dragon egg will instantly notify the young dragon, and let the young dragon remind Syl.

All that needs to be done now is to let Friedman out, and then, like fishing, wait for Xersus to take the bait.

As for the vicinity of this small nest, Syl will also leave a few drops of the doctor's blood, as long as Xers is close, the doctor can also give Syl feedback immediately.

In this double trap, there is always a Kersus who will step on it.

As long as he senses Kersus, Syl asks the missionary to teleport again, and Kersus will have nowhere to escape.

【missionary】:"......"

[Love Saint]: "Hey, touch your head, it's the last time, it's over~"

[Missionary]: "Miss Love Saint, can you stay away from me, I think you have a weird expression."

The battle has passed, and the daily mutual damage has also begun in Searle's spiritual coherence.

It's just that the current Syl can't make jokes like them without thinking about other things.

Because now Searle can clearly feel that the doctor is not in a good mood now.

It seemed that what Friedman said or what "Ascension" would do touched something deep in her heart.

That Ni Lin, it is very likely that someone else used her blood to do some bad things, and maybe these things happened to the doctor in her era.

Maybe the doctor himself had forgotten what happened, but instinct made her loathe this feeling.

"It's okay, Miss Doctor." Searle slowly comforted, "We'll get rid of them."

Searle could feel that the doctor's nature has not changed, he still wants to help others, and still loves to stitch things.

But her character became more delicate and sensitive because she didn't know what she had experienced, and it was difficult to easily expose her heart.

Searle didn't know any good way to solve this matter, so he could only comfort slowly, using his patience and time to heal the doctor's scars.

Maybe there will be some opportunity for the doctor to recover, but it is obviously not now.

Syl returned to the form of a saint, let the doctor have a good rest, and then started to walk around the side of the drain.

Although this sewer was only used for drainage, the unsanitary habits on the streets of Suramar still caused a lot of garbage to accumulate in the sewer.

So now there is an indescribable smell coming out of the sewer where Syl is walking, causing Syl to cover his mouth and nose with his hands, and walk quickly to find if there is an inspection port leading to the outside.

Searle found a few checkpoints along the way, but most of them were crowded with people outside, and there was no angle to go out. Searle climbed up the ladder until he reached a checkpoint that seemed to have no people on it. .

It seemed that the saint's physique was more sensitive to this stench. She quickened her movements, quickly opened the cover of the inspection hatch, and climbed out.

"call......"

After climbing out of the inspection hole, Syl breathed a sigh of relief. Now she realized that her body was more sensitive than any other card, not only the sense of smell or taste, but also the physical contact.

After putting back the cover of the inspection hatch, Searle clapped his hands and frowned slightly.

At some point, his white robe was covered with a little gray dust, which made the original white robe not so clean.

"I knew I would use the love saint to go down the sewer." Syl muttered a little depressingly.

【Love Saint】: "Honey, you can't, at least not..."

"Heh." Syl just smiled lightly, and Love Saint stopped talking.

After Syl stood there for a while, he thought about a point that he had been worried about just now.

Although Friedman was solved by himself, he also became his eyeliner who was inserted into the "Ascension" meeting.

But what Friedman said made Seale feel a little shuddering.

The "Flying Ascension" Society has already spent one night, relying on the residual blood of Pasha found in the "Rabbit Cage" laboratory, tried again, and successfully created a monster that fits well with the holy relic.

That is what they call "flying".

And according to Friedman, starting this morning, the entire "Ascension" meeting began to operate. A large number of fifth-level or quasi-fifth-level powerhouses have obtained the qualification for ascension, and they will use this new method to complete their ascension.

Searle worries that if the intervention is not timely, it is likely to cause heavy casualties.

After all, Syl knew early on that the situation would not always go as smoothly as she thought, and there would definitely be some obstacles along the way.