System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

[Saint]: "Miss Missionary... Is it not good for you to do this... This is the person in Jane's Church..."

【Missionary】: "I didn't force it? I just talked."

But it is also true that the disappearance of this shallow believer's faith is irrelevant to a church, and it doesn't hurt.

It's just the missionary's way... Why does Syl feel familiar the more I look at it?

Immediately afterwards, Syl saw it, and the missionary patted Nini, who had been limp in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Our god is in a critical stage of recovery, it is important now and needs the help of every power..."

"If you can get the faith of ten people, I will make you a priest, and if you can get the faith of a hundred people, I will make you a bishop directly!"

"When He recovers and leads us to establish the Kingdom of God, you will be the founding general. It is hard not to get countless rewards, as long as you let the people around you..."

Hearing what the missionary said to Nini, Searle's emotional suppression module was completely overwhelmed.

[Saint]: "Damn! Isn't this a pyramid scheme?!"

Hearing Syl's startled shout, the missionary frowned slightly.

[Missionary]: "I want to attract a large number of shallow believers in a short period of time, and I haven't given me holy objects or other things to boast about. Isn't that the only way I can do it?"

Syl wanted to say something, but couldn't.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with it. If you don’t directly brainwash people on a large scale like cults, what the missionaries demonstrate is a method that can quickly gather shallow believers.

And it went viral.

[Missionary]: "Don't be so surprised... Forget it, I'll show you the big one."

As the missionary said so, he raised his slender legs and walked towards the main street.

[Saint]: "Hey, what do you want to do?!"

Seale had a bad feeling.

Syl could already feel that a small crack had opened in the missionary's palm, revealing ferocious and sharp teeth, making a trembling rubbing sound.

A voice chanting with a sweet voice came from the missionary's palm.

It was an unknown ballad.

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PS:

It can't be bad anymore, and I will start adding updates tomorrow. I hope everyone can mua wake me up.

feature film -

[1. The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea was seized by the Customs on suspicion of illegally smuggling cultural relics]

[2. In order to realize his dream of escaping from the mental hospital, Xiao Ming went through all kinds of hardships and finally entered the mental hospital]

[3. Singers in the Chinese music scene will slip and fall every rainy day, why? 】

【Because they are rain singers】

good night

Chapter 268 Chapter 250 Purple Card Missionary, Return of the Steering Wheel (5000-word chapter)

Obviously the missionary's mouth was closed and she just smiled, but singing voices came from different directions on her body.

If Searle were to make a sharp comment on the current scene, leaving aside the content of the lyrics, the missionary is like a walking 7.1 multi-channel stereo.

The missionary's singing gradually became louder, and she opened her arms at the same time, closed her eyes, and threw herself into the singing with all her heart.

The singing language was very familiar to Syl, and it was the language in the memory of the previous elf.

Fresh, elegant and musical.

Apart from not being able to understand, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

But these simple, incomprehensible lyrics, when sung from countless mouths of missionaries, have achieved a somewhat terrifying effect.

In the whole street, as long as you hear the sound, no matter what you are doing now, whether you are in a carriage or not.

Even whether they were extraordinary or not, they all stopped at this moment, their eyes staring straight.

If a sober transcendent could see this scene, he would definitely think that someone had cast an illusion on everyone present.

But in fact, there is no so-called illusion, and some are just singing.

But there was definitely something mixed into this song.

Peaceful singing voices constantly sounded from all parts of the missionary's body, with harmony, accompaniment and even reverberation all available.

If Searle had any doubts about the "rapping" prefix of the missionary before, then Searle is completely convinced now.

B-box has it all, and it is definitely several decades ahead of Dasaya music.

If the horrible blood on the missionary's body is ignored, it may be a good concert.

People on the street began to slowly gather towards the singing place.

Their faces were full of confusion, they just looked in the direction of the missionary, but they didn't focus on the missionary.

It was as if he had seen some dreamlike scene through the missionary.

Even a few nobles in the carriage got out of the carriage and listened dully to the songs sung by the missionaries.

At this time, Searle also noticed that the original number of missionaries on the system interface, which was 1, began to increase gradually.

Doesn't it... just singing can make a person believe in something, or convert him?

Since Syl was not under the influence of the singing, he couldn't feel what it was like for others to hear.

If Searle was also affected by singing, there would be no doubt about the effect of the preacher's singing.

Those who heard this song no longer saw the untidy Hemington Street in front of them.

It is a place similar to Hemington Street, but not the same.

The water in the small canal that was originally dirty became clear, and the gray sky was replaced by a blue sky, with a few white clouds leisurely echoing in the sky.

The original wooden houses have been turned into stone houses, which have more sense of design and natural charm than ordinary wooden houses.

The sparse street trees beside the street have also become dense, and the vines are connected with each other and entwined with the stone houses. The sweet fruits become the colorful embellishment of this natural picture.

The breeze blows along with the refreshing singing, and the wind seems to carry some fresh smells.

This was something the Suramar had never felt before.

In the direction of the missionary in their line of sight, the one standing there was not a missionary.

It was a tall and beautiful elf, with his left hand caressing his throat, and his right hand raised high towards the sky, singing an ancient song in a low voice.

Behind the elf, there is a strange green leaf pattern, exuding emerald green light, slowly rising into the air in the eyes of everyone.

【God of Emerald Life】.

These never-before-heard words slowly surfaced in the hearts of everyone present.

Looking at this beautiful scene, they seemed to be slowly changing along with the song somewhere in their hearts.

At this moment, they seemed to have fully understood the meaning of the lyrics, blended in, and enjoyed the blessings of nature.

The number of believers is constantly soaring, but Searle is a little nervous.

Because now this situation is getting more and more difficult to control.

It was just a short section of the street where people were approaching this side, but now those people who originally wanted to pass through this street are still coming here in a steady stream, and then the place is completely surrounded.

Such a strange large-scale gathering is believed to be noticed by other churches soon.

Before the church sent people to investigate, Syl had to retreat quickly.

After all, with such a big battle involving a belief of unknown origin, the church will definitely use its utmost efforts to investigate.

Because it involves belief, it has encountered the cake of the seven major religions. The Buddhist Hope Goddess Church will not react much if it learns that the teachings of the new church are positive, but other churches will definitely not let it develop.

443/1000

570/1000

689/1000

840/1000...

The number of people is constantly approaching the speed of task completion, and more and more people gather on the streets.

Some of the people present closed their eyes, some looked around obsessively, and some had tears in their eyes.

Both are expressing their obsession with the scene in front of them.

But Searle also felt that at the beginning, some extraordinary people of the church who had noticed something was wrong were carefully observing the inside from the outside.

Eight hundred... nine hundred...

one thousand!

Before the system's task completion interface came out, Searle directly took over the missionary's body and turned into a clown.

The moment the clown appeared, his whole body turned into black mist, and he fled quickly through the crowd towards the alleyway.

After turning a corner, the black mist that was stretched due to excessive speed quickly condensed, and the figure of the missionary reappeared in place.

"Huh..." Syl breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the direction behind him, and then quickly walked towards the depths of the alleyway.

[Holy Maiden]: "Miss Missionary, the next time you engage in such a big scene, let me know in advance..."

Syl complained a little in his heart.

However, after Syl complained, after a long time, there was no reply from the missionary.

This is not the character of a missionary.