System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Anton's Tower, the junction of the Central and Inner Ring.

Searle looked at the location sign in front of him that marked the inner ring area, and felt something was wrong.

The inner ring area is just ahead, and the huge mage tower is also close at hand, but why does Syl feel that there are fewer and fewer people.

Seale walked all the way from the outer ring area to the middle ring area, and found that there are fewer people in the middle ring area than in the outer ring area?

Moreover, the inner ring area in front of him looked empty, and there were no people blocking the way.

Didn’t the second-level superwoman before mean that most of the superhumans joined the cult and entered the middle and inner rings?

Why didn't Syl see as many people along the way as there were in the Outer Ring District?

They can't all be inside the mage tower in front of them, right?

Searle faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

Where has everyone gone?

Ok?

Sil stopped abruptly.

Now she is using the body of a doctor, and her various sensory abilities are much more sensitive than the clown's.

She felt that behind her, there seemed to be a lake composed of blood... It was a very strong breath of blood.

She turned her head to look at the source of the breath, and saw an unusual black mist gathering rapidly behind her.

Is this a... heretical teleportation?

It doesn't look very much like... and it doesn't look like the teleportation of the favored one.

It feels like a combined version of [Pupil of the Mist] ability and black mist.

Semi-mythical... Could it be that Anton?

Before Seale could make any more reasonable guesses, the figure had already condensed.

It was a man wearing a luxurious purple robe and a hood on his head. His face was covered by a gray mist, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

He...has a strong smell of blood...

The doctor himself is sensitive to blood, so he immediately sensed the unusualness of his breath.

There was something wrong with his blood.It's not his blood, it doesn't belong to any human and semi-mythical powerhouse...

Seale frowned.

It feels like... the smell of the blood of countless people mixed together, which makes people feel disgusted for no reason.

"Your Excellency came to Anton's Tower, what's the matter?" The figure in the purple robe looked in Syl's direction and asked slowly.

"You are Anton?" Syl asked tentatively.

"Yes." Anton didn't say much, but simply answered with one word, as if he didn't want to say more.

The smell of blood around was getting stronger and stronger, as if a blood mist was spreading around.

No... It's not as if, there is really a red blood mist around it.Syl had never seen such extraordinary abilities.

Syl could already feel that with his breathing, blood mist had even been sucked into his lungs, making it impossible to guard against.

Anton seemed to have noticed this too. He looked in Syl's direction, and a smile appeared on his face covered by the black mist: "The lackey of the Black Emperor? You can die."

After saying this, Anton's body collapsed suddenly, and a cloud of blood mist in the painting dissipated in situ, blending into the surrounding blood mist.

[Misty Pupil] ability?

Syl reacted quickly.

Although the colors are different, the use of this ability, as well as this semi-mythical posture of turning into mist, is definitely [Pupil of the Mist] without a doubt.

Just when Syl reacted and was about to make some countermeasures, behind her, a scarlet pupil quickly condensed and stared at her.

At the moment of being watched, the blood mist sucked into Syl's lungs completed a mutation in an instant... A magic was directly formed in Syl's lungs.

"laugh--"

An icicle directly formed on the doctor's lung, and the rapidly expanding icicle directly tore apart the doctor's lung, pushed it out, and then continued to expand.

After the magic was fully formed, a large hole appeared in the doctor's chest, and a scarlet icicle pierced through this terrifying blood hole.

His magic...was released directly from within me?

"Uh..." Syl wanted to say something, but the severe pain made her unable to organize her speech ability for a while.

But even so, Searle still kept his consciousness well, which is also the result of the strong willpower cultivated when he was injured many times.

Shortly after the magic icicle was formed, it slowly dissipated and turned into a magic aura shattered.

Only the huge hollow in Syl's chest was left, and the doctor's body was almost only connected by the skin and flesh of the side waist, which could not support the upper body at all.

But even so, the doctor was still able to stand firmly, even though the spine had been knocked off the ground.

"You still have a chance to live," said a disembodied voice from the bloody pupil behind Syl, "Believe in the Mother God... Tell me about the Black Emperor."

"Otherwise, next time, the icicle will burst out in your heart."

The blood-colored eyeballs slowly floated in the sky, and they floated in front of Syl, staring at her fixedly.

This time, Searle saw the huge pupil clearly, and even saw the emotions expressed by the pupil - joking, joy.

It seems that this powerful ability to crush supernatural beings at will makes him feel excited and intoxicated.

But gradually, that bloody pupil began to realize that something was wrong.

The girl in front of her, her body is still supporting her standing?

what happened?

Her exposed heart... what?

and not beating?

This discovery made Anton feel a little surprised. This was something he had never seen before.

A large area of ​​the chest was pierced through, which was obviously a state of serious injury and dying even for a transcendent, but the girl with the silver crow mask in front of her didn't seem to be shaken much.

I saw her slowly reaching out her hand, holding her heart that was not beating, and then...

Just ripped it off.

Syl pinched the heart in his hand, nodded thoughtfully, and then grasped it gently with his palm.

"Snapped--"

There was only a crisp sound as if a balloon burst, and the heart in her hand shattered directly, turning into a cloud of blood and scattering away.

"Do you mean that?" Syl clapped his hands, looked at the bloody eyes, and asked with a smile.

"You...you are also【Misty Pupil】? No...no...something wrong..."

The bloody eyes gradually dimmed, and Anton's voice began to echo around, his tone full of shock.

The female transcendent in front of her is obviously not the [Pupil of the Mist], nor has she experienced the [Blood Priest], so why can she use abilities similar to her own?

Anton's body, which was originally wandering nimbly in the mist, began to become a little stagnant.

That woman... the blood mist that exploded in her hand seemed to be affecting Anton's blood mist.

No, not influence.

is devouring!

After reaching this conclusion, there was only one thought left in Anton's mind.

escape.

escape first.

No matter what, let's escape first.

That woman is not some kind of extraordinary person, nor is she some kind of semi-mythical... She is definitely a favored person of some god!

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain her weird physical fitness and ability.

After establishing the idea of ​​avoiding the battle, the bloody mist spread towards the surroundings in an instant.

Four directions, no matter which direction the woman is chasing to intercept, Anton can also use the fog to instantly teleport the main body to the opposite fog.

This is an escape method developed by Anton. He believes that not many people can crack this method, especially when there are few semi-myths in this world.

But it didn't take long for the bloody mist to spread, and it slowly stopped.

what happened?Why can't I move?

Anton, who was hidden in the bloody mist, looked in the direction of the mysterious woman with some doubts.

"This is......"

A thin black and red wire was connected to Anton's huge eyeball at some point.

No matter how Anton hid in the blood mist, no matter how he moved around, the thread of blood was still firmly locked on his body.

It's as if it's locked.

"Although I don't know why the blood on your body is so strange," the doctor shook the thin thread in his hand, "but you shouldn't use blood to strengthen your body...the smell is too strong."

In the eyes of the doctor, Anton's perfect concealment was like a child playing hide-and-seek in a hall without any furniture.

No matter where Anton fled, the smell of blood would linger on his body, helping Syl lock his position.

The thread in Searle's hand began to glow scarlet, and the flesh and blood on Anton's body was slowly being transmitted into the doctor's body through the thin thread.

And the huge hole in the doctor's body is also being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feeling the loss of his vitality, Anton began to panic.

He began to struggle, and quickly attacked Syl's position with magic and eye ridges, and he struggled back in the blood mist.

But after his attack hit the girl, even tore her body apart, she remained motionless in place.

The speed at which his magic was destroyed could not keep up with the recovery of the mysterious girl.

Syl was like fishing, pulling the thin line steadily, and as soon as Anton was a little away from the ground, he wrapped the thin line tightly and pulled him back.

It's like...fishing, exactly like fishing.