System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

In Ashara's shocked expression, Syl's body was gradually covered by ignited ashes, and the skin all over his body seemed to be chapped.

All the ashes were quickly gone with the wind, and under the ashes, another melancholy face had changed.

A strange woman took Syl's place and appeared on the spot.

Ashara's spirit instantly tensed up.

She is very strong.

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feature film -

[1. My friend said he could tell jokes, but I just punched him hard in the crotch, and I am the real killer]

[2. The calligrapher dies and practices cursive script so hard that he has to ruin more than a dozen Xinhua dictionaries every day]

[3. Don't think that you can cover up the fact that you are not wearing clothes by wearing clothes! 】

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Chapter 257Chapter 240Beyond the world! (4000 word chapter)

The Pope's scepter appeared in Ashara's hand almost instantly, Ashara stared vigilantly at the strange woman in front of her, and watched her movements quietly.

Although the woman in front of her wasn't hostile, the pressure from her was too strong. Ashara, who had stayed at the fifth-order peak for a long time, had a deeper understanding of this.

"I heard from the saint that you want to see me?" The marshal raised his eyelids slightly, as if he finally lifted his spirits, and said lightly, "What's the matter?"

Listening to the saint... Then this saint must be referring to Syl. Syl also called this person Marshal just now. Is it possible that everyone in Yehuo uses code names to refer to each other?

But compared to this, the current Ashara is still more concerned about where Syl is going.

Ashara let go of her hand slowly, let the scepter float aside, and asked:

"Where's Syl?"

"Ask the saint?" The marshal took off his hat, brushed his long white hair behind his ears, and replied, "It's where I was just now."

Where I was just now...

Ashara heard the marshal's statement, it was a bit like a different kind of teleportation, but the positions of the two parties had to be exchanged...... I just don't know why the marshal in front of me didn't just teleport over by himself.

"Understood." Ashara nodded, no longer entangled in these matters, knowing that Syl was fine now, she asked about the business, "You can, call me Ashara."

Ashara didn't call herself the Pope, obviously, the opponent's strength was enough for Ashara to put her on an equal footing with her.

"Okay, Archbishop Ashara," the Marshal put his hands on the round table in front of him, glanced casually at some pastries left on the table, pursed his lips and said again, "Call me Marshal Just fine."

"I heard from the saint, you want to ask something, if you want to know something, just ask." The marshal looked away from the dinner plate, looked at Ashara and said.

Compared to the question, Ashara caught the details revealed by a marshal.

The marshal in front of him also calls himself the archbishop?

"You should know that I'm not the bishop now." Ashara stared at the marshal's blue pupils and asked expressionlessly, "Syl, did you mention me?"

For a moment, the marshal didn't know how to answer this question better.

[Love Saint]: "You said 'Of course, the Holy Maiden is at the same level of spirit and often mentions to us that she has a favorite archbishop who treats her very well'."

"Of course," the marshal propped his left hand on his left face, and spread his right hand slightly, copying the words of the lover, "the saint is in the same spirit, and often mentions to us that she has a favorite who is very fond of her." Good Archbishop."

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[Holy Maiden]: "Love Saint!!!"

[Love Saint]: "Don't do it! Don't do it! I'm helping you——"

Ignoring some noisy voices in the mental attunement, the Marshal returned his attention to Ashara.

It can be observed that Ashara, who had been on guard just now, became a little dazed after hearing what the marshal said just now, and the atmosphere eased a little.

What, Love Saint quite understands how to negotiate.

"Is that so..." Ashara's shoulders slightly relaxed, she said, "It sounds like you have a good relationship."

The marshal inspected the brutal beating in the spiritual coherence, and nodded unnaturally: "Uh... Indeed, it's pretty good."

Although the Marshal hesitated in his tone, he did not fluctuate much mentally.

On the contrary, it was like a parent who was a little helpless at the noise among the children, and this attitude made Ashara feel a little more at ease.

It seems that in this organization, at least Seale has not been wronged.

Soon, Ashara's expression gradually became serious.

Now that we know that this organization is not bad for Searle, let's start talking about the purpose of this organization.

That's the crux of this conversation.

"Crisis, what is it?" Ashara tried her best to make her sentences more fluent, paying attention to each of her pronunciation, "Why can't you guys? Let Syl go."

Although Syl explained the reason, Ashara wanted to hear the explanation from the top of the organization.

"Crisis... I don't know exactly what the crisis is," the marshal put down his left hand, with a trace of confusion in his melancholy eyes, "but I can know that this must be a devastating crisis." disaster."

"My army, all my people, not even..."

"Army?" Ashara frowned.

Apart from the Great Saaya Empire, Ashara is not unaware of other national regimes on the mainland, but she has never heard of a war of this scale, which would allow even a strong man whose strength surpasses Ashara's to escape. .

"I only know that my strength may also come from that disaster, but what it is, I can't remember."

The marshal shook his head, stopped thinking about those things, and instead answered another question from Ashara, she said:

"As for why it must be Syl, it's because she is the only person in this world."

"Only Cyr... is from this world?" Ashara frowned.

Marshal means... other members of the organization, are not from this world?

If she hadn't heard Syl talk about the "reincarnation" witch, and hadn't seen Sill show it, Ashara would never have believed such nonsense.

But now, Ashara can probably understand the form of this organization.

A powerful organization assembled in different eras by a witch who traveled through reincarnation?

What he faced might be beyond his imagination... Thinking of this, Ashara's heart also slowly sank.

"Don't worry too much, the crisis may come in a hundred years or a thousand years." The marshal tried hard to force a smile and comforted him.

"It's been so long?" Hearing this, Ashara let go of her worry about Syl, "If it's Syl, maybe it can..."

If it was Syl, maybe it could really break through the shackles of the fifth level, go one step further, and be strong enough to deal with that unknown crisis.

But when the time comes, I must have already...

Ashara's eyes dimmed a little, she knew that Syl would face a big crisis, but he couldn't accompany her to protect her, this was what made Ashara feel the most uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Ashara seemed to think of something, her eyes lightened slightly, and she looked at the marshal in front of her.

Ashara herself is already the pinnacle of the fifth order, so the Marshal who is much stronger than Ashara, isn't it...

"Miss Marshal," Ashara looked at the Marshal seriously, and asked, "May I ask a slightly impolite question?"

"Uh, may I ask." Putting away the unaccustomed smile on his face, the Marshal nodded, "If I can answer."

"Excuse me, have you already mastered the semi-mythical form?"

"Semi-mythical form?" The marshal's expression became slightly lowered, "It is indeed mastered."

Ashara's eyes lit up slightly, and she asked with some expectation: "What is the mystery of the semi-mythical form...?"

"No offense, if you can't say it, then take it as I didn't ask."

The marshal looked at Ashara in front of him, and when he was still thinking about how to answer, he heard a calm voice coming from his mind.

[Saint]: "Miss Marshal, can you ask me what is the archbishop's motive?"

Although he knew through the system that there must be some secret hidden in the archbishop, Syl didn't know the specific situation of Ashara.

Maybe they can use this opportunity to find out what happened to Ashara's body.

"Why?" The marshal straightened his back and said in a warning tone, "This usually means more crazy raving and pain."

The Marshal's rhetorical question caused Ashara to fall into silence.

After a while, Ashara spoke:

"Please don't tell Syl."

The marshal was stunned for a moment, as if he was listening to the speech in his head, and after a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, I won't say anything."

Ashara stretched out her hand slowly, a soft holy light burst out from her hand.

But in the holy light, obvious dark spots have begun to appear.

The holy light slowly turned into the holy spear, and those black spots corroded the body of the holy spear like substance, making the holy spear look a little damaged.

"I don't have much time, I've lived too long," Ashara's tone became gentle, and the holy spear in her hand gradually dissipated, she said with a wry smile, "I originally thought that I would have nothing to worry about. In oblivion, into the arms of the goddess."

"But now, I have someone who I can care about."

After Pausing for a while, Ashara's originally cold eyes became a little softer, and she continued:

"I want to keep watching, see her smile, see her eat, see her over and over again, yell 'Archbishop,' and run to my scene."

"So," Ashara looked at the marshal, showing a complete smile for the first time, without any disguise or intentional concealment between her brows and eyes, "Suddenly I don't want to go to the Temple of the Goddess."

The marshal stared blankly at this scene, not only Ashara's healing smile, but also the strength and will in her words, all made the marshal feel the determination of the archbishop in front of him.

If this world hadn't been blocked by strange ranks, a genius and powerhouse like Archbishop Ashara might have already climbed the steps of immortality.