System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Stopping at the door of the conference room, Seale raised his hand and knocked on the door of the conference room, then pushed the door and walked in.

Now the number of people in the meeting room has been reduced by almost half, because almost half of the cardinals have been sent to various departments of the League of Light to assist in their work.

When everyone saw Syl coming, they all looked at Syl and greeted him respectfully.

"His Royal Highness Syl."

"Your Highness."

"......"

Ashara, who was sitting on the main seat, saw a little uneasiness in Syl's eyes.

Almost without hesitation, Ashara stood up and walked towards Syl.

"What's the matter?" Ashara walked up to Syl, looked at Syl and asked, "Border?"

Looking at Ashara's appearance, it seemed that she wanted to comfort Syl.

"Archbishop, you temporarily help me manage the League of Light for a period of time and keep them running."

"The two developers of Alchemy Armor are from Yehuo. If you have anything to do, you can directly order them in my name..."

Time was running out, Searle barely stopped, and quickly explained things to Ashara.

But Ashara, at the very first sentence that Searle spoke, already noticed that Searle's mood was not right.

Syl would never call her "The Archbishop" in the presence of other people, but by her full name or His Majesty Pope Ashara.

And the current Syl didn't care about other people, and directly called Ashara the archbishop in front of others...

This little detail let Ashara know that Syl was a little panicked now.

Ashara took a step forward slowly, stood on tiptoe and hugged Syl, and patted her on the back lightly: "Don't worry...speak slowly..."

Ashara also ignored the gazes of the other bishops, she just wanted Syl to calm down.

After feeling Ashara's warm embrace, Searle's slightly flustered heart gradually calmed down.

Just when she was about to continue speaking, a bell rang in Searle's mind.

"Boom-"

It was as if someone had placed a huge bell in Searle's brain, and then hit it hard, causing what she was thinking to be instantly shaken away.

Syl instantly felt that her body was out of balance, and before she could react, she was already pinned down by Ashara.

And Syl's body also lit up with a holy light.

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

"Boom-"

The bell continued to amplify, and the rhythm gradually accelerated, as if some terrifying existence was approaching him, and he hadn't even seen his appearance yet.

Syl quickly raised his head and looked at Ashara lying on his body. Ashara's eyes had already started to shed blood and tears, and his nose, mouth, ears... all began to ooze blood, dripping onto Syl's body. face.

Her eyes gradually became dull, as if she had encountered the same thing as Syl, but the holy light in her hand was still protecting Syl constantly.

If it weren't for the holy light of Ashara's quick response, it is estimated that Syl would have lost consciousness in an instant.

Syl's nose began to flow warm liquid, and Syl's skin began to look a little cold compared to the blood.

And looking at the conference room, there were bishops who had not reached the sixth rank, their brains had exploded, and the entire conference room was sprinkled with blood.

I believe that within a few seconds, everyone in the entire meeting room, including Ashara, will explode and die because of this weird bell.

"Got you......"

"Syl..."

"I can see you...you can't escape..."

A hoarse sound came from behind Syl, and the floor below Syl was obviously the floor, but the sound seemed to come from beside his ears.

Heir of the evil god...

His goal is me...

Seale had no doubts.

This is definitely the power of the heir of the evil god...

Syl's right hand hugged Ashara tightly, and his left hand quickly raised towards the ceiling.

"Backtracking."

"Om-"

A buzzing dispelled the ringing of the bell, and the world in front of Syl returned to black and white, and the tape was quickly rewound.

Syl and Ashara, who were lying on the ground, also got up quickly against gravity, and the reversed voices around them were as obscure as ancient divine language.

The time was rewound ten seconds by Seale.

Back when Ashara was standing in front of Syl.

Such a long backtracking at one time caused a little blood to overflow from the corner of Syl's mouth, and Syl's brain was humming constantly, as if he had been hit hard by a hammer.

"What is it?" Ashara looked at Syl and asked, "Border?"

"I love you, Archbishop." Syl stretched out his arms and hugged Ashara tightly, and lowered his head to kiss her on the lips.

In such a large crowd, Syl's actions caught Ashara a little off guard.

But Ashara vaguely realized in her heart that something serious should have happened.

Just when Ashara was about to hug Searle back to comfort her, Searle quickly pushed Aishara away, and at the same time Searle's body lit up with the radiance of teleportation.

In the next second, Syl disappeared in place.

As for Ashara, after a while, she slowly touched the corner of her mouth, feeling some moist liquid.

Ashara held it in front of her eyes.

It was Syl's blood.

Ashara turned her head, looked at the bewildered bishops who were staring in this direction, and fell silent for a while.

"Well... let's continue working." After finishing speaking, Ashara walked out of the meeting room, ready to go to the side hall of the royal family to find Syl.

There was a sense of unease in her heart, and she recalled that when Syl looked at her and said "I love you" just now, it didn't feel like a confession.

Instead, it seemed to be saying goodbye.

......

"Boom-"

"Boom boom boom——"

In the dense forest of Un'Goro, Syl knelt on the grass, his face completely covered in blood.

And behind her, there was a hazy black mist. In the hands of the black mist, a sickle-shaped mist was hooking around Syl's neck.

It's like an execution scene.

"You will understand the good intentions of the mother god, you will understand...you just need...time to understand..."

A hazy sound came from the black mist. As soon as this sound appeared, the Angolo jungle began to shake, and all the trees and monsters were undergoing terrifying mutations.

"Field...Purgatory..."

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PS:

feature film -

[1. Jun Moxiao on the Zuiwo battlefield, is it the earliest challenge in China not to laugh? 】

[2. Some Chinese people are willing to shine for Japan. Was it an atomic bomb in their previous life? 】

【3. What to watch today for the mentally handicapped】

good night~

Chapter 422 Chapter 380 4000 I am... the container of God? ([-] word chapter)

"Field...Purgatory..."

After hearing the hoarse voice behind him, Syl's brain began to sink into chaos.

She could feel something wriggling under the skin of her body, as if it was about to break out at any moment.

This feeling is very familiar to Syl, and she has even seen it a lot.

It is a precursor to the loss of control of the clergymen of the Goddess of Hope.

Syl instinctively wanted to resist, but her body couldn't move at all.

Her body gradually disappeared in the real world, and her spirit and soul, together with her body, were sealed into the domain of the heirs of the evil god.

Scorching heat, severe cold... A feeling like molten iron and ice cubes splashing on him alternately, almost made Searle's spirit collapse.

Fortunately, Syl was able to maintain his sanity by fighting against the ravings that far exceeded his own intensity and the existence of spiritual attunement all the year round.

Under the stimulation of severe pain in every inch of his body, Syl felt his body regain control.

She slowly opened her eyes, wanting to understand her current situation.

As soon as Syl opened his eyes, he saw burning purple flames everywhere.

It was the scorching of these flames that gave Syl the painful experience of burning and frostbite.

She struggled to get up, and the standing vision allowed her to see farther.

She found herself in a sea of ​​purple flames, and there were endless dark purple stone walls as far as the eye could see.