System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Seale thinks there may be two reasons.

If purgatory really had no effect in front of him, he would not have stood on the obsidian platform so far away from him to talk to him, but could have stood in front of him, and the oppressive force would have been stronger.

The purple fire kept scorching the souls and spirits of everyone in the domain, and they had to start talking constantly to resist the feeling of fainting at any time.

However, in this case, it is not much different from talking to yourself.

"I still remember that little Searle said that he would take us to the hot spring," Lover said while lying on the obsidian slab, with a look of lovelessness on his face, "I don't want to take a bath now, can I go out... .”

Love Saint seems to want to amuse everyone with this passage, but unfortunately it has the opposite effect.

"Can you be serious?" the missionary said while huddling in Searle's arms, "We are in prison now."

It seems that leaning against Searle will make the effect of the purple fire less painful, and most of the cards are gathered by Searle's side.

The current Syl is leaning against the little deer kneeling in the middle of the obsidian platform, and holding the smaller Black Emperor and missionary in his arms.

As for the clown doctor and the marshal, they were sitting on the other side of the deer, and the young dragon was huddled in a corner very close to the purple fire, unknown to everyone.

Without the drive of magic, the young dragon can't fly at all, so there is no such thing as relying on staying in the air to avoid the flames.

There is only Qingsheng alone, separated by everyone.

Syl slowly rubbed the Black Emperor's hair, and now it was difficult to be distracted from talking.

The little emperor was sobbing in her arms. The little crying bag, whose resistance was already relatively weak, had been crying for how long because of this pain that he had never felt before.

But she didn't blame Syl for all this, she just buried her face in Syl's arms, stubbornly not wanting everyone to see her tears.

She seems to realize that tears will destroy her tall image, which may be the reason why the doctors and missionaries in the spiritual coherence show her aunt smile when they see her cry.

Suddenly, a burst of drowsiness hit Syl, giving her an urge to sleep directly regardless.

The fifth-order transcendent wants to sleep?That's not normal in itself.

"Doctor, now...how is it outside?" Syl forced himself to speak, and asked in a weak voice.

Although doctors can't control the flesh and blood in the outside world, they can still observe the outside world through those flesh and blood.

Fortunately, before being locked up, the first batch of alchemy exoskeleton armor had been manufactured. With the circulation of the alchemy exoskeleton armor, the doctor was able to know the intelligence of the outside world.

"It seems like a week has passed outside." The doctor said slowly.

The doctor marshal and the young dragon seem to be relatively resistant to this kind of flame, especially the marshal, who has the calmest expression.

The reason for this is clear to Searle.

The marshal suffered as much pain as the purple flames here when he transformed into his semi-mythical form.

The curse that he has endured for many years has made the marshal already accustomed to this level of pain.

The doctor closed his eyes, as if he was feeling the situation outside.

After about ten minutes, in the midst of everyone's random chat, the doctor suddenly interrupted everyone.

"It seems... that the line has shrunk again." The doctor turned his head, looked in the direction of Syl behind him, and said, "The black mist began to spread again, and..."

After a slight pause, the doctor began to say: "And, rumors of your disappearance have started to spread."

Hearing this, Syl sighed slowly.

Those cultists, that favored one, are not fools.

He released the news of Syl's disappearance to disturb the morale of the army, and at the same time let the black mist army slowly advance, just like what the favored man did in Suramar.

As long as he advances in this way and breaks through the Alliance of Light through rumors, He will be able to return the entire world to darkness with little effort.

"Huh..." The doctor exhaled slowly, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "If we continue like this..."

"Maybe our strength has not reached the point where we can go out, and there are no living people outside..."

no one alive...

Hearing this, Syl's heart trembled.

What she cares about is not whether there are any living people, but the safety of Ashara.

If he really had to wait until he had divinity before he could vent his anger, the outside world would definitely be in chaos, and as the Pope, Ashara would definitely be in dire straits.

The current Syl, can only be thankful that the heir didn't directly use the method of beheading, otherwise Syl really doesn't know what to do.

Syl patted the shoulder of the Black Emperor in his arms, and pushed the missionary next to him, as if he was about to get up.

The Black Emperor, who felt Searle's movements, slowly raised his head, and looked at Searle with tears in his eyes: "Woo... military advisor... pain..."

"It's okay...just bear with it." Syl gave the little emperor a smile, reached out and wiped the tears on her face, and then stood up.

She intends to step inside Zihuo again.

Although the pain he endured was doubled, correspondingly, the speed at which his ability improved was also doubled.

But before Syl walked over, she saw a figure, which was walking steadily in the direction of Zihuo ahead of her.

It's Marshal.

In fact, when he heard that there might be no living people outside, the marshal had already stood up immediately, but because everyone was mentally weak, they didn't notice the marshal's movements.

The marshal didn't say much, and stepped directly into the sea of ​​flames. When her feet touched the burning purple fire ground, she suffered the ultimate mental and soul pain.

At this time, before Syl had time to say anything, he noticed that the cards around him had all stood up.

Even the lover who was lying flat in the distance, and the young dragon in the corner stood up.

"You..." Just as Syl was about to ask something, the cards followed the pace of the marshal and walked towards the purple sea of ​​flames.

Even the little emperor, who was most afraid of pain, held back his tears and walked firmly into the sea of ​​flames step by step.

Syl opened his mouth slightly, just about to say that they don't need to be like this, but he couldn't say what he said.

That was their own will, and Searle could feel from their actions that they were unanimously determined.

In their era, each of them was the savior of that era.

At the end of the catastrophe that destroyed the world, each of them instinctively wanted to contribute, no matter how much suffering and pain they faced.

Because they are saviors.

Syl took a deep breath and said slowly, "Witch."

A burst of black mist covered Syl, the witch did not separate from Syl, but stood on the spot instead of Syl.

Syl, who turned into a witch, also walked steadily towards the sea of ​​flames ahead.

Although the witch's strength increases, it will also drive the strength of the saint's body to increase.

But due to the different conversion rates, at least it can delay Searle for some time so that she can find a solution.

Feeling the heat waves rushing towards his spirit and burning his soul, Syl took a deep breath, stepped in, and left the obsidian slab.

The pain index soared rapidly, and at the same time, on the system panel in Searle's eyes, her body value was also slowly increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Little Searle." In the sea of ​​flames, the missionary standing in front of Searle looked at Searle and called out.

"What?" The witch's voice was ethereal and full of temptation, which was not something Syl could control.

"This." The missionary said, and took off a leaf with a faint golden light from one of the horse's tails, and handed it to Syl.

"This is......"

Syl recognized it, and this thing was the leaf he got from an angel who had fallen from the gods during the previous missionary promotion mission.

It's just that Searle didn't know the use of this thing at the time, nor did he know what the missionary meant by taking it out.

She just had a vague feeling that this thing might be useful to her.

"This is the token used to revive the God of Emerald Life," the missionary said slowly, "it is also His godhead, which has been kept by that angel."

"I originally planned to wait until I was strong enough to resurrect that god and fulfill that angel's last wish..."

"Just now, I don't think that seems like a good idea."

"Now, I give you this token."

Syl reached out to take the leaf, looked at the missionary, and waited for her explanation.

"If you can't resist the divine invasion... just swallow it." The missionary said slowly.

"Swallow it...?" Syl frowned slightly, "Then he..."

"It will fall completely." The missionary said directly.

"What about me?" Syl said. "The me who swallowed this?"

"Swallowing the godhead, you will give birth to a new godhead and become a new god... This is absolutely unexpected by him."

The missionary shook his head lightly when he said this: "With the improvement of my ability and the recovery of my memory, I began to have some premonitions."

"What hunch?"

"The ancient gods, maybe they are not on our side."

The ancient gods... are not on our side?

what does this mean?

What the missionaries say coincides with what the system says.

And missionaries, aren't they able to communicate with all the Outer Gods and Ancient Gods, as well as various evil gods?Why did she speak such unbelievable words?

If the gods are not trustworthy, then why can she still gain the favor of so many gods at the same time?

There is another possibility.

She... is a fraud.

God cheater.

Perhaps at the gold card stage, or even higher, after the missionary's memory is unlocked again, Syl will be able to obtain the truth of the disaster.

The crazy flames engulfed the figures of the saviors. They endured inhuman torture and silently waited for the new life from the broken cocoon.

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