System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

If Curtis could hear the conversation later, she would definitely be able to understand in an instant why the news brought by the supernatural beings from outside is not very good, and she will deny the fact that there is light outside.

Because those who come from outside are all cultists.

The transcendents of Anton's Tower seem to be trapped in an information cocoon, and are slowly led to the path of cultists by various wrong information.

This move is bloodless.

......

Anton's Tower, at the junction of the outer ring area and the middle ring area.

Syl originally wanted to continue walking in the direction of Anton's Tower. Although she didn't know the way, she knew that it must be right to look at Anton's Tower.

But when she reached the junction of the two districts, she was stopped by several extraordinary people.

"Hey, you are a new face, I haven't seen you before, what are you going to do in the Central District?"

Those transcendental beings who stopped in the middle ring area, the male transcendental man with braids at the head, looked at Searle and raised his chin with a bad tone.

After glancing at these people calmly, Syl asked, "What? You can't go in here?"

"Are you new here?" The braided man at the head curled his lips and said jokingly, "You have to believe in the Mother Goddess with Master Anton in order to get the protection of the middle ring and the inner ring, sweetheart."

He didn't seem to care about the strength gap between the two, and he directly began to tease Syl, who was now a clown, in words.

It seemed that Searle would not dare to do anything to him here.

Syl frowned slightly.

She frowned not because of what the people in front of her said. To be honest, nothing these people said would make Syl feel a little fluctuated.

Mainly because she felt that the clown was starting to fight for control of the body.

She could feel the clown's mood now... wanting to tear this self-talking idiot across the way to pieces, and use his bones to build a grave for his minced flesh.

Searle temporarily suppressed the clown's impulse, and slowly looked back.

It seems that because of the proximity to the Central District, no one passed by behind, and there were no witnesses.

Ah, very good.

"What? Are you scared? If you...uh..." After seeing the beautiful woman in front of her turn her head to look behind, the braided male cultist thought she was afraid.

Just when he was about to continue to tease him, he saw that the woman had turned her head back and looked at him.

This look is completely different from just now...

Crazy, cruel...all the negative words he could think of were used to describe her gray-green pupils, and there would be no abrupt feeling.

It was as if the personality switch had been completed within a second.

In the heart of the man with braids, he felt fear for no reason. Under the gaze of this gaze, he had no doubt that the other party would shoot and kill him instantly in the next second.

Under the pressure of this kind of fear, he quickly said: "You...don't mess around! I am here to patrol the Central Ring under the order of Mr. Anton! If something happens to me, Mr. Anton will never forgive you !"

"No, no, no, no..." The clown looked at the braided man who started to back away slowly, and smiled, "Before scaring others, you should learn how to calm yourself down first."

"And...you said you didn't want to die? Hmm. Not bad. Good. No problem. Pretty good. Then I won't kill you."

The clown nodded while looking at the other three extraordinary people.

Her words of assurance did not bring people a little sense of security, but made people even more frightened.

The clown stretched out her right hand, the spikes of fear had slipped out of her cuff, and she was caught between her fingers.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, retracted the sharp knife, took off the gloves, and revealed her slender white fingers.

This is a glove given by that guy. If it is broken, she will probably scream again.I'm not interested in coaxing people.

After putting away the gloves, the clown raised his head and looked at the four transcendents in front of him who were trembling in place, looking at her a little at a loss.

The clown tilted his head in doubt, and the short ponytail tied behind his head hung down to his shoulders.

"Are you still running?"

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PS:

I'm super, this month is almost over before I know it, and I haven't added more... Ahem, tomorrow must be!

Hell jokes, if it’s too hell, please choose carefully to watch——

[1. Circle of friends: My hobby is really a waste of money...[Helpless]]

[Friend A: Do you like to worship ancestors? 】

【“?”】

[2. A: Hahaha, just now I saw someone on Netease Cloud Music asking why Mozart hasn’t released a new song yet, why didn’t he ask Cao Xueqin why he hasn’t updated yet? 】

【B: Because the copyright of Cao Xueqin is in the hands of China Literature】

[C: Why doesn't Kobe play basketball anymore? 】

[3. NetEase Music Year-end Inventory:]

【You prefer religious music】

【but children】

[also your dish]

【4. Doctor: "For the rest of your life, you will take one tablet and this medicine every day"】

【Xiao Ming: "Understood, but there are only three pieces?"】

【Doctor: "That's right."】

good night

Chapter 390 Chapter 350 Chapter 4000 Syl's Road to Level Up Quickly ([-]-word chapter)

"Are you still running?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the four cultists who had stopped in the Central District changed, but they all stopped trembling almost at the same time, and looked straight in the direction of the clown.

Their emotions gradually became high, the muscles on their faces twitched, and their eyes gradually lost their reason.

Although they know that the strength of the woman in front of them is definitely far superior to them, but under the influence of the imprint in their brains, madness has begun to occupy their thinking.

Looking at the four cultists who were not retreating but advancing in front of him, the clown frowned slightly.

Their hearts have been gradually occupied by madness, and there is no sign of fear at all, which cuts the clown's interest by half.

She flicked her right hand casually, and the three throwing knives were already nailed to the foreheads of three of the cultists, making them stop thinking for an instant.

The only one who survived was the cultist with the whip who was the one who started talking.

The cultist's eyes showed a fierce light, a thin layer of black mist appeared on his body, and a delicate dagger made of black mist emerged in his hand.

He charged at the clown, and at the same time, a layer of gray light was attached to the dagger. After seeing the gray light, the clown was able to determine which sequence the opponent was in.

The third-level [Pain Priest] is the opposite path of the third-level [Holy Priest].

When the cultist was about to rush in front of him, the clown slowly raised his foot and kicked directly on the cultist's chest.

Before the cultist was kicked out, the clown took a step forward and stomped him to the ground.

"Boom-"

"Crack-"

The sound of flesh pounding heavily on the ground and the sound of bones breaking were intertwined. The chest of the cultist who was stepped on the ground was sunken, and his limbs became weak.

But even after falling to the ground, the cultist on the ground still struggled to move his fingers, and let out an inexplicable growl from his mouth, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth was still mixed with blood bubbles.

It appears that the lungs were pierced directly by the ribs.

"Tsk..."

Looking at the cultist who lost the ability to resist but still only had crazy emotions, the clown shook his head, raised his feet, stepped over his body, and walked towards the other corpses.

After pulling out the fear spikes on the foreheads of the other corpses one by one, Syl dragged the three corpses and walked towards the alley.

After a while, the clown came out from the alley again and dragged the man lying on the ground and the braided man who was still relying on his extraordinary ability into the alley.

"Doctor."

"..."

"Crack-"

"Pfft-"

"Crack-"

In the alley, the sound of internal organs breaking and bones breaking, and the screams that were almost inaudible.

After about 10 minutes, the voices in the alley gradually subsided, and a girl in a black windbreaker and a silver crow mask came out from the alley.

"Huh..." The doctor took out a white cloth, wiped the blood stains on the goggles, looked back at the location of the alley, and said with a smile, "You're welcome, I've already helped you get rid of the madness." You can feel the fear normally."

After finishing speaking, the doctor continued to walk in the direction of Anton's Tower in a happy mood, as if he had done something good to make him feel happy.

"Use the doctor's blood to help him regain his sanity...and then help the clown get fusion? The doctor can also brush up fusion by the way"

"I really have you^^_"

The system's words made it unclear whether it was a real congratulations or a yin and yang ambiguity, but after seeing the expression behind, Syl decided to treat it as a yin and yang ambiguity.

【Saint】: "Silly treasure."

The figure of the doctor gradually faded away.

After a long time, in the alleyway in the shadows, a blood-stained hand passed through the shadows and appeared under the light.

A "person" climbed out with difficulty.

Not so much a human... but rather a monster, never seen before, completely unimaginable...