System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

After thinking for a while, Searle quickly responded.

[Holy Maiden]: "Let's locate it."

This mysterious person must have a lot of background, but it is not an existence that Searle can't solve at all.

In the current world where the highest level is only fifth level, Syl can almost sweep through character cards, unless there are existences that Syl doesn't know about.

It's just that the rank of her own body is a bit pulled.

【Love Saint】: "I'm stretching my hips too, we're a match made in heaven~"

"The Lover has been removed from Spiritual Attunement"

After a righteous purge of the Lover, Syl spoke again.

[Saint]: "Let's begin."

"...It's so fierce." The missionary whispered, and then reached out to touch his long hair.

But when her little hand touched her smooth long hair, she stopped again, pursing her lips, as if she was struggling with something.

After a round of unknown intense struggle in his heart, the missionary still put down his hands and looked up to the front.

The missionary stretched out his hand slowly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly:

"Confused souls, I believe you must be eager to find your home..."

After the words fell, the missionary slowly opened his arms, and then put his palms together suddenly.

There was no sound, not even the sound of clapping hands.

But following the missionary's actions, the scene in the vision has undergone tremendous changes.

Countless gray mist howled, issued a shocking cry, and were quickly gathered together with the missionary's movements.

In an instant, the world in front of him became a little brighter, and the gray fog floating in the dark room was gathered together by the missionaries.

There are countless howls, including humans, monsters, and monsters.

A large number of incomplete spiritual bodies that had been placed in the hiding place and leaked from the corpses were pinched together in an instant.

This compression process is still going on, and the howling in the dark room is comparable to hell, but ordinary people can't hear it.

But if there are extraordinary people inside, hearing these voices, the spirit will inevitably undergo a round of bombardment, and if they can't resist it, they will directly restart their lives.

Soon, countless gray mist were compressed together by the limit, turning into a gray bead, about the size of a fingernail.

If you look inside through the small beads, you may still see some fragments of spirit bodies floating inside.

The bead seemed to be inspired by something, and slowly floated towards the missionary.

The missionary reached out and caught the gray bead.

"Should be enough..."

The missionary held the bead, observed it for a while, and then nodded secretly.

Then, the missionary squeezed the beads in his palm, and began to walk slowly around the small darkroom.

While walking, the missionary was still humming softly.

While humming, the missionary's hoarse voice began to become sweet again.

Moreover, with the humming and footsteps of the missionary, the beads in her hand continued to emit gray mist downward.

The substance-like gray fog is like a line for painting, drawing an irregular figure with the movement of the missionary.

After the figure was completely closed, the missionary walked out of the circle and slowly opened his arms.

She looked devoutly at the figure in front of her, and a bloody mouth opened in her throat.

The huge gaping mouth was humming softly with the missionary, and was chanting some incomprehensible words rhythmically.

The singing gradually accelerated, and the graphics on the ground also began to emit a faint blue light.

The blue light flickered slightly to the rhythm of the missionary's singing, as if answering her call.

"Um......."

The missionary looked at the figure that had already formed in front of him, raised his hand and threw out the gray beads he was holding in his palm.

The bead hit the very center of the figure and broke instantly.

A large amount of gray mist crazily burst out from the bead, roaring crazily.

But no matter what, they can't break through the graph.

The lines on the periphery of this figure are like a prison cell, locking them in tightly.

Without giving Gray Fog too long a time to struggle, the strange formation in front of him began to flicker with intense blue light.

"hiss--"

"Ahhhh-"

Countless gray mist rolled, screamed in pain, and were pulled to the ground.

The formation on the ground is constantly improving itself, frantically consuming the gray mist.

Soon, the gray mist was completely absorbed, and a formation emitting light blue light also appeared in front of the missionary.

"Well... Forget it, it's barely enough." The missionary nodded slightly, but he didn't seem too satisfied.

The formation in front of him didn't seem to be in line with the missionary's wishes.

Or, the missionaries were simply disappointed that nothing had been conjured up.

But the missionary didn't struggle for too long, she walked slowly to the edge of the formation, knelt down, leaned out, stretched out her right hand, and pressed it on the ground inside the formation.

As soon as the missionary's palm touched the ground, the formation emitted a strong light.

Lines of blue light are flying rapidly inside the formation, and countless lines are entangled with each other, forming a light blue figure that is walking.

The figure's back is almost the same as the picture shown above the gray fog.

The only difference is that the image on the gray fog only has three colors of black, white and gray, while the figure inside the formation is like a holographic projection, with a light blue light.

That figure was walking slowly, suddenly, his body froze and stopped in place.

Soon, he slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

The missionary saw his face clearly.

It was the face of a middle-aged man with no eyebrows, deep eye sockets, and a bearded face that hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

If he met him on the street, Sildu would only think it was a passer-by, and never thought that this person who looked like a homeless man would be the target he was looking for.

Obviously, the mysterious person in the aperture must have noticed that someone is spying on him.

But looking at him frowning in confusion, it seemed that he didn't know who was watching him.

This feeling is very familiar to Syl.

When Sharon locked her in the room before, Syl also had the feeling of being spied on, but she didn't know what was being spied on.

Soon, Searle noticed the figure in the aperture, quickly reached out and took something out of his arms, and waved it.

The light of the formation was dim, and his figure disappeared into the formation.

The formation that the missionary drew just now can only see who he is, but can't see what he has come up with to counter it.

"The target has been locked," the missionary stood up, bent down and patted the hem of his robe, and continued, "Now he can be located at any time."

【Saint】: "Cow."

Searle couldn't think of any words to describe the missionary's behavior.

Using local materials, I got the help of an unknown existence for nothing.It can only be said that it is worthy of being a missionary.

But thinking of the movement of the light blue figure turning back just now, Syl asked again.

[Holy Maiden]: "But weren't we also discovered just now?"

"It doesn't matter," the missionary shook his head and said, "Even if he dies, I can send his spirit body over at any time."

The missionary's words reassured Seale a little.

But Seale began to think about something.

That is, is now a good time to go after that organization.

If it was the previous Syl, he would definitely choose to clean up Suramar first, and then follow the vines after completing the task and getting the rewards.

But time is not on Searle's side right now.

Even if the "Ascension" society is completely cleaned up, there is a high probability that the rewards given by the system will not have a way to advance to the sixth level.

However, there is such a small chance of finding out the organization that holds a large number of sacred objects in its hands.

After all, it is also an organization that is looking for a way to advance to the sixth level.

After weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Searle quickly made a decision in his heart.

[Saint]: "If you send that person over, can you deal with him?"

Seale asked the preacher directly.

"I can run." The missionary answered almost instantly.

【Saint】: "Uh..."

Syl thought about the small size of the missionary, and it seemed that it was indeed the case.

The missionary should also have the same semi-mythical form as other purple cards, but if the missionary said so, it must mean that her semi-mythical form is not combat-type.

After escaping, it is okay to sacrifice to the opposite side, but it is not possible to confront directly.

But what Syl wanted was not a fight, but an interrogation.

And thinking of the interrogation, in Searle's spiritual coherence, there was a card who hadn't moved freely for a long time, and began to feel a little ready to move.

......

Outside the city of Suramar, a figure covered in a gray robe was standing there sluggishly, maintaining a posture of turning his head.

It looked like he had been in this posture for a while, and everyone around him cast curious glances in his direction.

"Hey, get out of the way, poor man!"