System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"I hope that after the goddess comes, I don't need to continue to collect beliefs like this. The black mist will naturally fade away, and your 'goddess' will restore 'order' to the world, and then we will summon other ancient gods... .”

"You are very special...maybe you can become the fulcrum to leverage the 'disaster'."

Atusli stopped one meter away from the clown, and looked at the clown with a smile on his face.

At this time, when Atusli was smiling, the black mist behind him was lingering, and there were dots of stars shining in the black mist.

And Artusri's eyes also seemed to contain a vast sea of ​​stars, which made Artusri look like... God-like.

Atusri was very satisfied with his rhetoric.

Under such a desperate situation, no one except a lunatic would refuse this kind offer, especially if both sides have the same position.

Both parties are just trying to save this era, so why not work together to resurrect all the ancient gods and unite them together, just like in previous eras.

But his judgment seems to have made a mistake... because the woman standing in front of him doesn't look like a normal person.

"Hey...you..." The clown slowly straightened her waist, stretched out her hands gracefully to adjust her suit, she looked at Artusli in front of her, and said slowly , "You know...if Syl heard what you just said, what would she say..."

The clown raised his head slightly, stretched his stiff neck, and said directly without waiting for Artusli to answer:

"She'd ask 'Oh? Are you killing so many people to summon other ancient gods?'"

"And then after she's done asking, she'll add, 'I thought it was saving the world.'"

"'Silly.'"

As the clown said, he slowly stretched out his right hand, following Searle's example, and raised his middle finger at Altusli.

"Hahahahahaha...she'll call you 'stupid'..."

The clown clutched his stomach, laughed maniacally, and pointed at Altusli.

Searle's way of speaking is really appreciated by the clown. Searle calls it yin and yang, but the clown thinks it is the art of speaking.

At least seeing the smile on the corner of Artusli's mouth slowly disappearing, the clown felt very relieved.

This opponent is no longer what the clown can deal with at this stage, that's all the clown can do.

As for the relationship between the ancient gods, what is needed to revive the ancient gods, and what will happen after the ancient gods are revived, these are things that Syl needs to consider, not her.

"Those so-called lives are just candles in the wind in the face of 'disaster'. You failed to understand this, and maybe this is the reason why you failed to obtain divinity." I feel sorry for this ignorance.

"Don't worry, your powerful body will become the nourishment for the sacrifice, and all the power in the era will not be wasted."

As Artusli said, he slowly stretched his hand towards his chest, inserted it into his heart, and held it.

"laugh--"

There was a sound of heart breaking, followed by countless sounds of heart breaking.

Those are the hearts of Artusli...

Atusli was able to consume the woman in front of him by self-mutilation, all thanks to his huge vitality and spiritual power as the heir of the evil god, as well as the black mist that was continuously replenished from the outside world.

"Cough ha...cough cough..."

Thousands of heart-breaking pains and almost endless death and rebirth made the clown collapse into a fit of intermittent laughter and coughing.

"Crack-"

There was only a tearing sound, the pure white world around him shattered, and the mental body of the clown in front of him also dissipated.

The black mist enveloped the earth again, and Artusli's figure also appeared in the sky above Garson Port again, but unlike when he entered, his huge body shrunk by almost a full 100 meters.

The black mist in the sky is constantly replenishing his damage. As the black mist in the sky decreases, the border between the light and the dark mist begins to recede a little in the direction of the black mist.

The clown's body was lying on the street not far from the seaside palace in Port Garson. There was no wound on his body, and his clothes didn't seem to have suffered any damage.

The tip of the nose, nor any breath...

"Field Purgatory..."

The huge gate of purgatory opened behind him.

Artusli didn't want to wait any longer.

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PS:

feature film -

[1. If I inhale hydrogen and oxygen at the same time, does it mean that I am drinking water? 】

[2. Why are some people scolded for going abroad, but not for going out of the earth? Isn’t it farther away? 】

[3. When Conan solved the case, his brain turned quickly, and he helped Xiaolan wash all the dirty clothes]

good night~

Chapter 435 Chapter 390 Chapter 4000 The Final Witch Devours the Godhead ([-]-word chapter)

Within the realm of purgatory.

The boundless purple flame is still scorching this area, as if it will never go out.

Even Syl doesn't know how long she's been trapped inside.

In the drowsy consciousness, it seems that only a moment has passed, and it seems that it has been tortured here for thousands of years.

Du Miao Ru Nian may be talking about this situation.

But in a daze, Syl felt a wonderful voice calling to him.

That voice appeared in Searle's head, not representing any specific voice.

It's like the cool breeze blowing, or the rustling of leaves in the jungle... like all the beautiful things in nature.

These good things piled up to form the calling that Syl heard in his head.

This voice soothed Syl's soul, gradually restoring her sobriety.

With the help of this calling, Syl slowly opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him.

It was still a strange purple, and then, the voice disappeared, and Syl's spirit was once again shrouded in boundless pain.

"Hmm..." Syl tried to move her body, but found that her arms were extremely heavy, as if she was being pressed by something.

Syl turned his head and found a little girl and a young girl lying on each of his two arms.

They all closed their eyes slightly, frowning, and their eyelashes fluttered slightly from time to time, as if they had encountered some nightmare in their sleep.

Missionaries and Black Emperors...

Syl realized in an instant, where he was now, and the unconsciousness and chaos in his mind also dissipated.

There was a fluffy body leaning against his back, it should be a deer.

She raised her head and looked in the direction of the deer, and found that the deer was looking at her anxiously with wide-eyed eyes.

"What happened..." Searle asked slowly, knowing that it was Xiaolu who woke him up.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Syl was startled by the hoarseness of his voice, and it took two seconds for him to remember that he fell asleep in the form of a witch.

"Choo Choo Choo!"

Although Xiaolu didn't utter any specific words, with the help of her spiritual attunement, Syl could still understand what she was saying now.

"You said... the clown also left?" After hearing this, Searle was slightly puzzled, "So soon?"

Although the clown is on the verge of being promoted to the purple card like other cards, it cannot be promoted as fast as the deer, which is itself a gold card.

After Xiaolu gave a quick explanation, Syl understood why the clown could go out so quickly.

"Gather all the flames together..." The corner of Syl's mouth curled up slightly, and he shook his head slightly, "What a madman..."

Just staying in Ziyan, Searle could hardly bear it anymore.

In fact, except for the doctor young dragon and Xiaolu, who have special life forms, the other character cards are similar to Syl, and they all fell into that semi-comatose state.

Just when Searle thought he had nothing else to do, his brain started to feel dizzy again.

At this moment, the cry of the deer once again attracted Syl's attention.

After hearing clearly what Xiao Lu said, Syl frowned directly.

"Just now you saw... the door of purgatory opened? And you saw the clown outside the door? Fighting that heir?" Syl seemed a little uncertain, and asked the deer again.

"Hmm! Mmmm!" Fawn looked at Syl and nodded sharply, all the while emphasizing his tone to prove that he was absolutely right.

A battle ensues outside the gates of Hell...and the Joker appears to be alone against the Son of God...

The reason why the gate of purgatory was not opened seems to be because of the clown's attack.

That heir of the evil god seemed to have noticed that someone had escaped from his prison...

Clowns can't last long...

Syl is very sure of this. Syl has already seen the power of the heir of the evil god, and even the golden card can't last a round in his hands.

That is crushing at the level of life and power, and it is a "dimensionality reduction blow" at a higher level.

In analogy, it's almost like an ordinary transcendent fighting against a semi-mythical powerhouse.

Syl didn't think that after being tortured and strengthened by the purple fire, the clown could face the heir of the evil god alone.

And the heir of the evil god has already discovered the problem, and will definitely open the door to find him after defeating the clown.

If he was allowed to come in and see that there were so many people suddenly in the place where he was locked up alone, he would definitely "dispose" all of his character cards.

Because for that heir, it seemed that only he was useful to him.

Syl seemed to remember something, and pinched the object on his right hand.

It was the gold leaf the missionary had given her before.

It is the token given to the missionaries by the last angel of the God of Emerald Life, and it is also the most important deity to revive and summon the God of Emerald Life.