System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

With such an excited expression on Bin's face, the clown couldn't handle it for a while.

She was really just making an excuse.

Could it be that the prophecy faced by this Bin in front of his organization is really the same as that described by the system?

What a coincidence?

But now there is not much time for the clown to react, she slowly raised her right hand and put it on her chest, the throwing knife in her palm slid down the sleeve again.

"Let me introduce myself again, Jessica," the clown used the name he made up when he faced Fina last time, "Nightfire C-class operator."

[Love Saint]: "Isn't it D?"

[Missionary]: "Is it okay to be promoted? I am also a C!"

[Love Saint]: "Uh...I admit that you are A."

【Missionary】: "Hmph~"

In the spiritual coherence, the missionary, who didn't hear the metaphor of the lover at all, was still humming proudly.

But Searle put his heart and soul into this negotiation.

After all, the things we are talking about now may reveal a little bit of the true face of the disaster, or obtain a method for Ashara to advance to the sixth level.

"Yehuo? C? Class? Operator?" Bin frowned fiercely, as if he didn't understand the sentence for a while.

Obviously separated, everyone can understand except C, but they can't understand when connected.

"Nightfire is the name of our organization." The clown spread his hands and explained helplessly, "The operators and hierarchy are established by our boss."

"Uh...I probably understand." Bin nodded, and asked impatiently, "May I ask, what is your organization's philosophy?"

The most important thing for an organization to unite is its philosophy.

An organization is a group of people who share a common philosophy and come together for the same goal, such as the "Ascension" Club or the Clown Club.

Right now, Bin is eager to know whether the clown in front of him is a "fellow man".

Because they can't figure out the way ahead now, and they are keeping secrets alone.

If they can have powerful allies to join, it will allow them to explore the road to the sixth level more quickly.

However, the clown did not follow Bin's wish and began to introduce the organization.

The clown shook his head lightly: "Before you let me introduce the organization, don't you introduce your own organization?"

"It was me who took the liberty."

Only then did Bin put down most of his guard, walked to the seat opposite the clown, and sat down.

"Please allow me to introduce my organization, the Light of the Era..." After sitting down, Bin began to introduce his organization.

Light of the Era, an organization formed spontaneously by explorers of the ruins.

The original intention of establishing the organization was a sacred monument found outside the ruins.

On the outskirts of this mysterious relic connected to a certain space, many extraordinary items with powerful abilities and fragments of holy objects have been unearthed.

The most complete of them is a holy tablet - they once thought that the inscription on this holy tablet contained a greater treasure.

After comparing countless relics and unearthed holy objects, they deciphered the above text and knew the general meaning.

"Unknown disasters have swept through countless epochs, you and I will not be spared, only..."

The text on the stele broke at this point, and this was already the most complete stele they could find.

From the fragments of other sacred monuments, it can be inferred that before the current era, there were countless other eras.

Those epochs were all destroyed and disappeared, and only a few can leave a little bit of relics.

And there was a piece of news deciphered from the stele, which shocked everyone.

Human beings can control the semi-deified form.

Even at the intensity of the fifth level, it can already be controlled a little.

But the strange thing is that in this era, it is completely impossible to become a semi-mythical form, not even the peak of the fifth order.

Moreover, above the half-myth, there is a more powerful form......

The ability of this era has been blocked.

After learning the news, the explorers of the ruins felt shocked and puzzled, and at the same time were attracted by the incomplete semi-mythical gesture pattern on the sacred tablet.

This is how the Light of Era was established.

Finding a breakthrough method, and then breaking the curse of the era, is the creed of the light of the era.

"What is the light of your era guarding?" After Bin introduced their organization, Syl asked.

After Sylna learned that the Transcendent in front of him could not be killed, the bored clown had already handed over the control to Syl.

And right now, it was Seale who was talking to Bean.

But Bin in front of him didn't know this. After seeing the clown's eyes softened a little, he thought that the other party had changed his attitude.

But even if his attitude changed, Bin still couldn't tell the secret.

Because he still doesn't know what the composition of the clown in front of him is.

Seemingly noticing Bin's hesitation, Searle said:

"Members of Nightfire, from different eras."

"The purpose is to save this era."

Hearing Syl's words, Bin's eyes slowly opened wide, and he stood up abruptly, with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Are you playing with me?" Bin looked a little excited, as if he had just seen a little hope and was shattered. "You are not sincere, Mr. Clown!"

How could there be people from other eras existing in this era?

It is clearly written on the sacred tablet that every time an era is destroyed, it is a real destruction, and there will be no life left.

Every destruction is no different from the restart of the planet. Now you tell me that there are people from other eras who have survived to this day?

What a joke!

Even if it is a god, it is difficult to escape that kind of disaster!

Just as Bin clenched his fists emotionally, and the gray holy light was gathering in his hands, Syl moved.

She showed a faint smile, with some playfulness in her eyes.

The clown's body gradually collapsed into black mist before Bin's eyes.

A large amount of black mist expanded rapidly, forming a huge tall and thin strange figure more than three meters high.

The black robe enveloped the whole body of the shadow, and there were dense black and red bandages wrapped around his bare withered arms.

The huge black figure lowered its head slowly, and the eye sockets of the head wrapped in bandages with inscriptions were flickering with red light, staring at Bin who was already stunned.

This is... what kind of existence...

Just looking at it, Bin felt as if his heart was being held by a giant hand.

At the same time, there is also fear that is constantly surging and superimposing in my heart. Just stare at it like this, and the fear that is constantly superimposed in my heart is enough to drive me crazy.

Semi-mythical form... There is no doubt that this is definitely a semi-mythical form!

This is simply a change in life form, from a person to a monster like a myth.

Bin's lips trembled and his face stiffened.

Staring at the red light all the time, Jean Bin was completely sunk in it.

His eyes gradually became hollow, and his mouth grinned unnaturally until it opened a weird angle that was completely impossible to do normally.

Just when Bing was about to sink further into the abyss of fear and madness, Syl released his semi-mythical form and sat back firmly in his previous position.

At this moment, Bin was just waking up from a dream, panting heavily like a person who had just been relieved of suffocation, and Bin's face was already covered with cold sweat.

Since he was at the fifth level, he hadn't experienced such a feeling of fear for an unknowingly long time.

"Cough cough...cough cough ho..."

Bin lowered his head and coughed violently, alleviating the fear he had just brought.

Really... semi-mythical form.

Now Bin, only this sentence is left in his mind.

It is really a semi-deified form!

Joker, she really could be from a different era!

Because people in this era have absolutely no way to break through the shackles of half-myth, this is the conclusion they came to after traveling almost everywhere.

After calming down, Bin supported the wooden table with one hand, slowly raised his head, and looked at the clown in front of him with a smile that was not a smile.

If he had some definition of the clown before, then after the clown showed its semi-mythical form just now, Bin felt that he couldn't understand the clown at all.

But no matter how shocked, one thing has not changed - the clown wants to talk to his organization.

"I...I see, Mr. Clown."

Bin stood up slowly, and put his right hand behind his back in the direction of Searle, which seemed to be a gesture from Bin's organization.

He said to Searle respectfully:

"Please allow me to go back and report this matter to the Light of the Era."

"This is not a trivial matter, please understand."

This was begging Searle to understand.

After all, although Bin is the top executive of Epoch Light, he is not the final decision maker, and his performance has already shown his attitude.

Bin knew that there were marks on his body that could not be detected, and when he proposed to go back to report, he went back with the mentality of exposing the organization.

That is to say, no matter what the outcome of the discussion after Bin returns, the clown will know where his organization is headed.

What Bin needs is whether the clown is willing to talk peacefully.

"Don't make me wait too long." Syl nodded.

If you can talk peacefully with the light of the era, it will save a lot of fighting time.