System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

After establishing the next goal of the Alliance of Light, Syl disbanded the meeting, and all those who got the task quickly left the meeting room.

Their hearts are full of hope. Under the leadership of Searle, the Alliance of Light is really bringing light to people step by step.

It's just that in places they don't know, the dependents seem to have begun to connect because of the death of their children...

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PS:

Mentally handicapped bar 2021 selected posts for the second half of the year~Wuhu!

feature film -

[1. I intentionally left fingerprints on the murder weapon. The police would never have guessed that I was wearing gloves to commit the crime]

[2. Master of Ceremonies: If you two don’t get married, it’s really hard to end]

[3. I got 0 points on the test paper, but was reminded that the report card was reversed. It turned out that I got 0 points on the test! 】

good night~

Chapter 419 Chapter 380 The War Is Coming (4000 word chapter)

[Mid-to-southern areas have cleared up, and the situation in the mainland is stable and improving]——Guangming Daily

The northernmost part of the continent, the Nordson Empire, the capital of Sholazar, is located in the Scorching Sun Tavern in the Sunburnt District.

A middle-aged man in a thin white robe was sitting in front of the bar, looking at the newspaper in his hand with a blank expression.

His appearance is very characteristic of the people of the Northland, the hair and sideburns are completely connected with the thick beard on the chin.

It made him look like he was wearing a canary yellow down cap.

In fact, except for the nobles of the Northen Empire who were not exposed to the wind and snow, no one in the North would shave their beards off their faces. This was also to keep out the cold.

At the same time, a beard in the Northland is also a symbol of low status, which indicates that this person is definitely not from the powerful class.

It's just that unlike the blue pupils of most northerners, his pupils are black, which look extraordinarily deep against the sunken eye sockets.

He silently put down the newspaper in his hand, drank the dark beer in front of him in one gulp, put two banknotes on the table, pressed them down with a cup, then turned and left.

"Go slowly, Artusli." Behind the man, the bartender handed down the banknotes and waved to the man who was leaving.

He seemed to be very familiar with this ordinary man who often came here to drink. After all, it was rare for people to come out to drink in this kind of weather.

This is the banknote with the lowest denomination in the Northen Empire. There are no coins and gold coins in the Northen Empire, because it is too cold to carry, and it is often frozen together due to sweaty hands.

Artusli walked on the street silently, the dim lights of the street lamps were flickering, at least people would not be blinded.

The black mist is still entrenched in the sky above the Nuo Sen Empire.

When Artusli walked in front of a church, he shook his head slightly.

It can be seen that the door of the church is open, and a nun is squatting at the door, with a box next to her, and inside the box is a thick cloak for keeping out the cold.

On the other side of her, there were some firewood scattered here and there. Judging from the frostbite on her hand, she should have picked it up by herself.

Since Sola couldn't see the sunlight, the originally harsh temperature dropped sharply, and countless corpses of civilians who froze to death at home due to lack of firewood were found every day.

As for those who still insist on giving, only the Goddess of Hope teaches, but because they are in the dark mist, and they are still at the northernmost point, it is difficult for them to get the support of the Holy See, and they can only rely on their own strength to carry out the charity. .

Seemingly noticing Artusli, the only one walking on the street, the nun who was squatting at the door and shivering from the cold wind stood up.

She clumsily rummaged through the robes in the box, took out a set of white robes that were not soaked by rain and snow from the innermost part, and ran towards Artusli through the wind and snow with her arms in her arms.

"Sir, you don't wear too much," the nun ran to Altusli, breathed white, smiled and handed the thick robe she was protecting to Artusri, "It will keep you warm if you put it on." some."

The nun seemed to regard Artusli as a commoner without warm clothes.

Artusri took the robe with the girl's body temperature, looked at the nun, and asked calmly, "Goddess of Hope?"

"Uh...I'm not here to preach, I just want to help you." The nun shook her head and waved her hands with a smile, "I wish you a rising sun."

Rising sun, this is a common blessing phrase in the Norse Empire, and it does not belong to any church.

In the Northland, people have a special respect for the sun. The capital Sholazar also means sunshine in the ancient Norse language, and the names of each district in the city are also related to the sun or light.

It seems that the careful nun does not want to discourage people from other churches from accepting alms and gifts because of her robes.

"Sil Saint..." Artusri looked at the nun going away, and slowly pronounced the name.

After hearing this name, the nun turned her head in surprise and looked at Artusli.

"Sir, have you heard the name of our saint?" After mentioning Syl, the nun showed a happy and proud smile, "She is amazing, she will definitely help us dispel the black mist..."

Regardless of religion, the nuns seem to worship Syl very much, and even preaching did not promote Syl to be happier.

But when the nun was talking endlessly, she suddenly stopped.

She lowered her head and looked at her hands.

The original chilblains had ruptured, but no blood flowed out. Instead, black mist spewed out.

Black...fog?

The nun could feel that as the black mist continued to spew out, the heat in her body was also being quickly taken away, and her body was also rapidly freezing.

"gentlemen?"

The nun raised her head stiffly and looked in Artusli's direction, her expression permanently fixed on the trace of confusion.

Atusri didn't seem to have any feelings about it.

He walked towards the nun who was like an ice sculpture, and when he passed her dead body, he grabbed her by the hair, as if dragging some prey in the snow, and dragged the nun's stiff body towards the direction of the church... ....

Inside the church, there were all homeless civilians who could not get warm, and the warm church was packed to the brim.

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"Your Majesty Ashara! Your Majesty Ashara!"

"Your Majesty, the intelligence minister of the Alliance of Light, Vera, gave a magic seal just now..."

Great Saaya Empire, Suramar, Bailuolan District, Goddess of Hope Sect.

A bishop rushed into the conference room in a panic, attracting the attention of all the cardinals inside, including Pope Ashara who was sitting at the head.

And everyone present also saw the contents of the magic engraving.

It was in a snow-covered church, the door of the church was open, and there was a warm light inside.

If the photo is just like this, it is even suitable to be used as a promotion for the Church of the Goddess of Hope-in ​​the world of ice and snow, the Church of the Goddess of Hope remains warm and opens its doors at any time.

But in the photo, there are other factors.

That is the civilians and church members lined up in front of the church like terracotta warriors and horses, with expressionless faces and frost on their faces.

They stood outside the church like ice sculptures. The cold corpses formed a strong contrast with the warm church.

They seem to have been deliberately placed like this... like some crazy cult's revenge on the Goddess of Hope.

Cults... Cultists...

There is almost no need to investigate, everyone knows that this is what the Black Mist cultists did.

The cult's revenge has begun, sooner than anyone could have imagined.

"Where is this place?" Ashara stared at the scene inside the magic engraving expressionlessly, and asked calmly.

"It's Northland, the Church of the Goddess of Hope in the Sorazar Diocese of the Northen Empire." The bishop who came to convey the message quickly reported the address.

"Norsen Empire..."

"Solazar?"

"God... the distance from us is so far away from the Holy Branch Empire..."

There is no doubt that the Northern Empire is a place that I hope the Goddess Cult cannot reach for the time being.

After a brief discussion, all the bishops fell silent, and looked towards Ashara's direction.

There is no doubt that this is a revenge-style massacre against the Goddess of Hope, and the murderer is almost sure to be a cultist.

Seeing such a tragic image, everyone felt grief and indignation, and there was a fire in their hearts, as long as Ashara gave an order, they would release the fire.

Because this is certainly not an isolated case, and this kind of thing must continue to happen in other areas shrouded in black mist.

Ashara took a breath, and after a moment of silence, said: "Give it to Syl."

This is no longer something that I hope the Goddess Cult can solve alone. It must be reported to Syl and let the Alliance of Light take action.

And when Vera sent this information here, it is estimated that there is also this meaning in it.

After receiving Ashara's order, the bishop took the information, quickly left the meeting room, and ran upstairs.

His Highness Searle is busy with affairs, and his whereabouts are also erratic. He has to make sure that he can find His Highness Searle as soon as possible.

Right now, only His Royal Highness Searle can resolve this matter.

After running to the door of His Royal Highness Searle's room, looking at the closed door, the bishop heaved a sigh of relief, raised his hand and began to knock on the door.

"Tuk tuk tuk-"

The door was not opened, indicating that His Highness is likely to be inside, otherwise he would have to go to the League of Light or the royal family of Dasaya to find it.

"Wait a while~"

Soon, His Royal Highness Syl's gentle voice came from inside. After hearing this voice, the bishop's heart began to settle down inexplicably.

The voice of His Highness Syl always has a magical power that makes people feel at ease.

After waiting for about a minute, the door was opened by His Royal Highness Searle himself.

"Is there something?" Seemingly aware of the urgency of the knock on the door, His Highness Searle directly asked what it was with a smile after opening the door.

"Your Highness..." After seeing His Highness's smile, the bishop felt a little pain in his heart, and he seemed a bit reluctant to give this news to His Highness Syl.

But in this case, it is not up to him to decide whether to hand it over or not.