System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

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The hell part--

[1. Why is there no news about an ancient tomb being dug in the United States? 】

[Because only Indians can be dug]

[2. It must be very comfortable to sleep in the soil, right?Everyone inside is willing not to get up]

【3. "If the medicine is three-point poisonous, then how to cut it just to cut off the poison?"】

【"Pour out the powder and eat the shell."】

Good night~ I wish you all a happy day~

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PS2: Recommend a friend's Orange novel ~ "Miss Orange, Start from the Love Cultivation Game"

The traverser Su Youzi, a second-year student at the private Huiqunyuan College.

The crumbs of the world.

When she was 17 years old, she finally awakened to the game system of raising "soft" into "fan" that can become stronger by growing a beautiful girl.

Sakura Mai: Sister Yuzu is really the most attractive existence in the world.

Saotome Yukina: A person should forget himself for someone at least once in his life.

Jiu Tiao Li Hu: She likes me, just like I like dogs.

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Su Yuzi: Believe me, Xue Nai... I really only have a deal with them.

Chapter 424 Chapter 380 Only the Marshal is Out of Prison (4000-word chapter)

The black mist is pressing on step by step, and the light is gradually covered with dust.

The Alliance of Light, which has lost Syl, has no leader. Under the continuous erosion of the black mist, they can only shrink their positions and defend the retreat of the refugees.

The League of Light has also organized a semi-mythical four-person team to try to investigate in depth.

But this semi-mythical team completely lost any contact after entering the black mist.

Thinking about it, it's more ominous than good.

There is no way, the Alliance of Light can only continue to tighten the line of defense to give the civilians time to retreat.

The first batch of alchemy exoskeleton armor has also joined the frontline battlefield, but what they can do is to fight against the black mist soldiers rushing out of the black mist.

This feeling is most familiar to the priests who have experienced it in Suramar.

It's exactly the same feeling as when Suramar Favored pushed flat with the wall of black mist at the beginning.

The only difference from that time in Suramar was that the enemy they faced this time was more powerful and terrifying than they had imagined.

And this time, there was no Sil to stand up and destroy the enemy for them.

In this situation where the front line is frequently lost, all kinds of rumors spread like wildfire.

In particular, the news of Searle's "death" was the most widely spread, causing panic among the people from the Alliance of Light to ordinary civilians.

It seemed that after losing the spiritual pillar of Syl, they couldn't find a way to fight against the black mist.

This is also impossible.

After all, it has not been more than two months since the "door" of this world was opened.

In such a short period of time, they cannot be allowed to study their own abilities and explore mysterious places that have never been reached before.

The obvious disparity between knowledge and strength also made this war seem a bit one-sided.

The number of sacrifices on the front line is increasing, and it is no longer an honor to go to the front line. Instead, it is like a reminder, urging you to go to a place where you must die and wait for death.

If this continues, the collapse of the entire Light Alliance and the city-state empire is only a matter of time.

Now, even in Surama, the capital of Greater Saya, a large number of refugees can be seen.

And standing in Suramar and looking into the distance, he could already see the black wall that was constantly approaching in the sky.

Horror and depression have come to everyone's heart again, and people are praying from the bottom of their hearts.

They were not praying for a miracle from the gods to wipe out the black mist, but they were praying for Syl to appear and save them from the fire and water again.

At this time, within the Alliance of Light, another meeting was forced to be held.

"Boom-"

Beside the conference table, a legendary investigator slammed his fist heavily on the conference table in front of him.

"The Black Emperor can't provide raw materials, and the black mist is still approaching. Ashara, what are you waiting for?"

"Where is the leader of Syl? I don't believe that the Church of the Goddess of Hope doesn't know about the leader of Syl at all."

The legendary investigator looked extremely irrational, and it seemed that the recent busyness and anxiety were about to overwhelm him.

And his question was also approved by most members of the Light Alliance.

If there was still no news about Syl before the black mist approached Suramar, it is estimated that the Alliance of Light would be disbanded on the spot without waiting for Ashara's announcement.

An immature alliance that was originally established relying on Syl's prestige, without Syl's control, is bound to collapse.

The black mist has covered the border, and the suburbs are full of refugees who have fled here. Everyone's life is being threatened... They urgently need an accurate answer from Ashara.

At this time, Ashara, who was sitting where Syl was originally, did not reply as usual.

Compared to worrying, she was more worried than everyone present.

But she really couldn't give a definite answer.

She can indeed directly declare that Syl is dead now, and then watch all the churches retreat towards Anton's Tower, all the way to the sea, and then make an ark to escape to the sea.

But the planet is round, no matter how they retreat, the black mist will always cover the whole world, the difference is that they die sooner or later.

Even so, Ashara still couldn't give an answer.

Because there was always a hope buried in her heart.

She wants Syl to come back.

"She will come back." Ashara looked at the legendary investigator who asked the question, and said slowly, "If she doesn't come back before the black mist arrives, then retreat."

After hearing Ashara's answer, everyone present had an answer in their hearts.

Ninety-nine percent of Syl will never come back, and they have to prepare their retreat in advance.

After this topic passed, the whole meeting seemed depressed.

After daily reports on the battle damage on the front line and the speed at which the black mist was advancing, the meeting was dissolved, and all the priests left in a hurry and began to make efforts to protect their churches.

As soon as Syl left, the League of Light returned to the state of loose sand.

Sitting at the end of the conference table, Platinum watched this scene with complicated emotions.

Originally, each church was slowly merging, and the cooperation between churches was getting closer...

It's a pity... the Tower of Babel, cast by His Royal Highness Syl, is about to fall after His Highness Syl disappears.

But in Platinum's heart, she firmly believed in what Her Majesty Ashara said, that Syl would come back.

I don't know if it's platinum, but all the students who hope that the goddess will go up to the cardinal to the nun and the seminary students, they are sure that Syl will come back.

Because every time they see no hope, His Highness Syl can always bring them hope, without exception.

So they also firmly believe that this time, His Highness Syl will still break through the siege of darkness and bring them hope.

When the Alliance of Light was silent, an uninvited guest came to the side hall of the Dasaya royal family...

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Within the realm of purgatory.

"Hiss...ha..."

"Heh...ha..."

The sound of heavy breathing echoed throughout the stone cage.

"Huh? Miss Marshal, what's the matter with you?" The attentive doctor immediately noticed the marshal's abnormality and asked.

It has been almost three weeks since they were imprisoned in this purgatory realm.

If an ordinary person, even a half-myth, roasted here for a week, he would probably have a mental breakdown.

But Syl and her character cards have persisted until now.

Purgatory did not destroy their spirits, but instead continuously tempered their spirits and souls, making their spirits more closely connected, tenacious and powerful.

But just now, for some reason, the Marshal's breathing became heavy.

This kind of situation has happened to other people before, such as the Black Emperor, such as the Lover, these are all signs that they are about to fail.

However, it is somewhat rare for this to happen to the marshal.

At this time, the marshal did not answer the doctor's question, but slowly closed his eyes.

Others also turned their attention to the marshal.

They can all feel that the marshal's mental power seems to be undergoing a qualitative change at this time...

At the beginning, flames continued to emerge from the Marshal's body, and the Marshal's body uncontrollably entered a semi-mythical state, most of his body was burned by embers.

Under the double torture of embers and purple fire, the marshal couldn't hold back and let out a muffled groan.

At the same time, Syl, who could feel all the feelings of the marshal, almost passed out directly.

Although Syl was already familiar with the feeling of being roasted by the purple fire, being tormented directly by the purple fire and the marshal's curse still made Syl feel a little overwhelmed.