System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"boom--"

After the bullet embedded Artusri's brow bone, an unbelievably loud gunshot came belatedly.

A soul-burning pain that he hadn't felt for a long time kept reminding Artusri.

He is hurt...

The purple flames stuck to his bones like a tarsus, causing him constant pain.

In this contest of different levels of life, He...was actually injured?

The muscles and bones on Atusli's face twisted quickly, squeezing out the warhead with purple flames.

But between his brows, there was a carbonized imprint like a burnt wood. There was still a little bit of purple fire in the center of the imprint, and a few embers continued to fall off along with the burning.

Suddenly, Artusli's body twisted to the side strangely at an extremely unscientific angle, and a bullet grazed his cheek and flew towards the black mist behind him.

Where Artusli's face was scratched by bullets, no blood flowed out, instead there were some carbonized traces and burning embers.

He got hurt again?

The painful wounds on his forehead and face made Artusri's anger escalate.

"Boom—" At this moment, the sound of the bullet just now rushed to his ears.

The black mist behind him quickly condensed into a huge shield, protecting him inside and avoiding another attack.

Atusli stood behind the shield and waved his hand. The strong wind swept away, blowing away the dust above the rift valley, revealing the scene inside the rift valley.

Artusli saw that at the place where the woman's original army was just now, all the troops, including the woman, were smashed into the ground.

But they all seem to be alive, and their breath is recovering quickly.

And the woman in the center, half buried in the soil, pointed a pistol at him with her right hand, even though she was covered in blood, she still had an expressionless expression on her face.

"Originally, after accepting the whipping, you would be able to enter the Kingdom of God." Artusri smiled angrily, parting the corner of his mouth slightly, "It's a pity."

As he spoke, Artusli swung his right hand behind him and held it empty.

But this time, Artusri's expression froze.

He holds nothing.

The black mist behind him did not appear like the religious sacred artifact that needs to sacrifice countless lives to be summoned once as it did just now... It seemed to be out of order.

what happened?

All creatures in the black mist are under control and can be sacrificed at any time.

Why didn't he feel any fluctuations in sacrifice?Didn't the holy artifact that should have appeared in the black mist?

"when--"

A bullet hit the black mist shield in front of Artusli and was quickly bounced off, but Artusli didn't have any thoughts to pay attention to the ant that was buried under the deep pit and was not crushed to death.

He realized that there seemed to be some changes that he did not control in the black mist he controlled.

The woman's breath of life had almost returned to its peak, but Artusli had no way to summon the holy artifact again.

If you continue to entangle, although you can still kill this woman, it will waste a lot of time...

No, I have to go and see what happened inside the black mist.

After determining the priority of the matter, Artusli ignored the woman with strange abilities, and quickly turned into a black mist and merged into the black curtain behind her...

......

Northen Empire, Garson Ice Free Port.

A slender ghost figure that had almost swelled to ten meters sneaked into this ice-free port under the cover of night.

The only seaside city in the north, relying on the convergence of warm currents from the south, has never had a port freeze. Therefore, it has become the only port in the north and has prospered by trade with the south.

But at this time, in this most affluent city in the north, it was as silent as death.

"Squeak-"

"tread--"

"tread--"

A terrifying slender ghost was walking slowly on the wooden anti-corrosion panels of this port city at this time, bending down at a strange angle from time to time, as if searching for something.

It is the clown who has absorbed the fear of most of the northern cultists.

At this time, in the eyes of the clown, the surrounding houses were devoid of any life, and some were only severed limbs and corpses scattered on the street.

This city has already been sacrificed by cultists, and only a large number of cultists who are still holding sacrifice ceremonies remain here.

But on the huge seaside palace in the middle, there is a lot of life... and fear.

But the clown still pretended not to find it, and searched the houses one by one in a leisurely manner.

The route she searched was still approaching the palace.

Whenever she finished searching a room and took a step closer to the palace, the fear in the palace would be continuously amplified, and the clown enjoyed it.

As if playing a hide-and-seek game where she knew the location from the beginning, she was just enjoying the torture process in the middle.

"Ha..." The clown opened his mouth slightly, let out a sigh-like sound, slowly straightened his back, and scanned around.

She could feel that there were countless fearful eyes on her body. They knew that they were here and what they were looking for.

Even when her sight swept across the seaside palace, she could feel the fearful aura that had swelled to the point of substance.

If the oppression continues, the people there will be unable to bear the collapse, and there will be no fear to harvest by then.

So, the clown decided to stop playing this boring game of peek-a-boo and go straight to the harvesting routine.

Their fears have borne delicious fruit, and are waiting for the Joker's visit.

After the clown looked down at the surroundings condescendingly, he seemed to give up, turned around and left towards the way he came.

She felt that when she did this action again, the cultists hiding in the palace behind her obviously relaxed.

Soon, the figure of the clown slowly disappeared into the night along with the flames.

After the clown disappeared for more than a minute, the cultists in the palace slowly came back to their senses.

They all gathered by the window, watching the direction where the clown disappeared, and quickly prayed to the mother god.

At this time, they were almost so nervous that they collapsed. After the terrifying monster finally disappeared, they felt a sense of satisfaction for the rest of their lives.

When their emotions were completely relaxed, the firelight of the glass window in front of them was suddenly blocked by something.

It was a strange, slender body. He was covering the entire window with his huge claws, tilting his head, and calmly watching them with scarlet pupils under the mist.

Fear reached its peak at this moment.

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PS:

Woohoo, 5 minutes later than yesterday, I'm an idiot (Declaration of Independence)!

feature film -

[1. I think most moba games have problems]

[I only have 4 teammates, but I have 5 opponents, very unfair]

【2. Since staying up late is harmful, why should there be nights?】

[3. Today, when the invigilator handed out the test paper, he also sent me a blank sheet of paper. Is this mocking me? 】

good night~

Section 432 [Leave Request] 2.8 The Classic Spent All the Leave Requests at the Beginning of the Month

It may be because I ate too many miscellaneous things during the Chinese New Year, and now my stomach is so uncomfortable that I can’t write 5555. I have a day off today, and I will write early tomorrow and try to add more.

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Chapter 433 Chapter 390 The Clown's Endless Fear (4000-word chapter)

"Ugh!!!"

"what------"

Distorted screams caused by extreme fear pierced through the originally silent Port Garson.

The cultists in the seaside palace seemed to have lost their minds. They released their fear without any scruples, crying and shouting and began to flee in the palace, without any cruel appearance when they slaughtered civilians.

But the clown who just stood by the window without doing anything at all, just tilted his head and sneered: "Ah...ugly..."

The emotions of the cultists are just a step away from collapse. All the clown needs to do now is to kill them all.

Therefore, the clown didn't intend to do any unnecessary actions. Her figure flickered quickly, splitting into three identical phantoms that surrounded the palace.

Four tall figures surrounded the palace, and at the same time stretched out their right hands towards the palace.

This horrifying scene, if you don't explain it a little bit, you might think some evil god is killing innocent civilians.

But just when the clown was about to make a move, her movements suddenly stopped.

The three phantoms quickly disappeared and returned to the main body.The clown slowly turned his head and looked behind him.

Behind her, a figure in a white robe was peacefully suspended in the air, frowning and looking in the direction of the clown.

If you look carefully, you can also notice that his brow bone and cheeks seem to be injured, and a little bit of embers of purple sparks are constantly falling down.

"You are?" Atusri frowned and looked at the slender ghost in front of him, especially feeling a little afraid of the pair of sharp claws in her hand.

It's another...an extraordinary ability that I've never seen before.