System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Shirley, who ordered you to attack me, point them out."

With a slight push from Syl's hand behind, the door was slowly closed.

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PS: 9.5 chapters owed.

Congratulations RNG!Sorry for the late update of the game...but the game is too exciting!

Today's summer is cool——

【1. Pinocchio yelled at passers-by: "Why is my surname Pi strange? Is it normal for me to be named Pi?"】

[2. The suspect was obviously carrying a knife, but the body was strangled to death anyway?Police officer Xiao Ming judged that the body was someone else]

[3. What to eat to make up for what to eat, Xiao Ming eats the test paper resolutely to get a make-up test]

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Chapter 172 Chapter 160 Chapter 4000 The Plan to Clean Up Ghosts in the Church ([-]-word chapter)

At this time, the door of the meeting room was closed again, but the atmosphere in the meeting room changed this time.

Because everyone heard what the saint said just now.

The saint was attacked—of course, it was easy to see from the blood on her body—and the instigator was in the bishops.

A neutral cardinal in red clothes who was closest to Searle stood up straight away, and approached Searle with a nervous expression on his face: "Your Highness, is there something wrong with you?"

As she spoke, the radiance of lay on hands lit up on her hand, and a ray of holy light fell on Syl.

A sense of comfort came from the body and mind, and the corner of Searle's mouth couldn't help evoking a smile.

This is the normal effect of Goddess of Hope's treatment...

"Thank you, Archbishop," Syl didn't hold back her smile. She looked at the Archbishop standing in front of her and said with a smile, "I'm fine now."

Then, Searle continued to look at Shirley.

Shirley nodded.

Shirley's action made several of the archbishops present widen their eyes.

Shirley looked up, looked around the field, and then locked her eyes on a certain area.

"No...Impossible..." Blaize looked at Shirley who was facing him, his lips were squirming, his face was livid.

The people in the Royal Military Intelligence Department... have always been trained since childhood, and they have absolute loyalty to the royal family. There are strong people inside, and the mission is only allowed to succeed and not to fail...

But why, the extraordinary person from the Royal Military Intelligence Department seems to be trapped by a saint...

No, not coercion.

Looks like a complete betrayal of royalty!

This...how is this possible?

Blaise looked timidly at the saint who seemed to be at ease despite the blood on her body... He realized that he still underestimated the saint.

The back-hand who was supposed to be the lore was easily disintegrated by the saint in some unknown way, and even the people on her side betrayed the past.

Under Blaise's despairing eyes, Shirley smiled and raised her finger to Blaise.

"It's him, Your Highness Blaise." Immediately afterwards, Shirley quickly named several bishops involved in the conspiracy.

The bishops whose names were called all had pale faces.

They never dreamed that they would be betrayed by the dead soldiers they regarded as their cards.

The archbishops on the field are obviously not fools.

Such an obvious scene, of course they immediately understood what happened now.

Saintess, come to catch the ghost.

Whether it is members of the aristocratic faction or any other faction, they began to consciously stay away from the few bishops who were named.

And the archbishops who were close to Syl secretly leaned towards Syl's position, guarding against possible counterattacks.

Seeing this scene of catching a turtle in an urn, Blaise's face twitched unnaturally, and his voice became hoarse and dry:

"Hey...you can't just listen to an outsider...I've never met this lady before, I have the right..."

"Blaze... isn't it?" Ashara on the altar spoke lightly.

Hearing Ashara's holy medicine, Blaise's whole body froze, and he also knew that now it was impossible for him to stay in the church any longer.

Blaise turned his back to Ashara, and slowly raised his hands.

"I... give up running for the Pope, I will resign as a bishop, and withdraw from the Church of Goddess of Hope..."

Usually, things end here.

Because apart from being a follower of the Goddess of Hope, Blaise has another layer of identity that everyone knows.

That is the prince of the Great Saaya Empire.

Although the battle for the throne decades ago failed, he is still the titular prince and a member of the orthodox Dasaya royal family. This will not change because he joined the Goddess of Hope Cult.

Fate is so unfair, Blaise's identity is doomed, and he can have countless opportunities to make a comeback.

But now, it seems that things are not as smooth as they were decades ago.

"Face me, Blaise." Ashara said, "Do you know that hurting, the saint, is a crime?"

Hearing this, Blaize quickly turned around like a frightened bird, looked at Ashara on the altar, and said loudly: "I am Blaize Dazaya!"

"Da Saya! Do you know the gold content of this surname?!"

"How dare you talk about the law to the people of the royal family of Dasaya on the territory of Dasaya?!"

Although he was clamoring, anyone could see that Blaize was flustered.

Because other people may look at the sake of other royal powers, in order to prevent the church and the royal family from getting too tense, and choose to calm down.

But Archbishop Ashara was obviously not an ordinary person. Her indifference and murderous intent made none of the bishops present dare to come forward to persuade them. They only thought about one thing in their minds - how to deal with the funeral after Blaise died?

"You too, [Glorious One]..."

Ashara was indifferent to Blaise's words, she raised the holy spear in her hand, pointed at Blaze, and said slowly:

"Then, let's have an honorable duel."

When the word "Glorious Duel" fell, countless void chains of holy light connected the two of them together, and the figures of Ashara and Blaise quickly dimmed.

"Wow...it's the [Holy Duel] of the fifth-order [Glorious One]..." Shirley, who was standing beside Searle, whispered in surprise.

When Shirley said the word [Holy Duel], Searle recalled some images in his mind.

[Sacred Duel] is a fifth-level divine art that I saw in the Divine Art Encyclopedia given by Archbishop Ashara before, and it is also a unique divine art of [Glorious One].

After casting [Holy Duel], a person can be dragged into a duel barrier in an instant, and the barrier will not disappear until the winner is determined.

Of course, people outside can also interfere with the barrier, but the time it takes to forcefully break the barrier is enough to end the duel inside.

The current Archbishop Ashara was dueling with another fifth-order powerhouse in a space that Syl couldn't see.

"I can only say that it is worthy of being the [Glorious One]..." Syl thought silently in his heart, "Obviously they can fight in groups now, but they have to be singled out..."

Syl does not have such a strong and noble spirit, she can engage in gang fights, Syl does not want to be singled out, she just wants to be steady.

Inside the barrier that Syl couldn't see, Archbishop Ashara was confronting Blaize.

Right now Ashara and Blaise are in an illusory space, everyone else has disappeared, and there is only a vast holy light around them.

Eight huge pillars blocked the position, and there were chains wrapped with golden runes between the pillars, blocking all the way out.

It's like an octagonal cage.

And within this octagonal cage, there will be an ultimate battle between the strongest!

"Come on." Ashara's figure rose quickly, her whole body was covered by the golden illusory armor, and her pupils also turned into pure black.

And the slender tentacles on her back waved wildly behind her with a strong sense of oppression.

Like a god in a doomsday fable.

In front of Ashara's powerful posture, Blaize also made his own response.

He didn't make any resistance, just looked up at Ashara who was in mid-air, and slowly knelt...Knelt down.

Because he knew that no matter what he did, it was impossible for him to defeat Archbishop Ashara, especially since his actions had obviously offended him.

The most important thing is that even if you kneel down in [Holy Duel], you won't see it from the outside.

"Your Majesty Ashara, please forgive me for being confused by demons, so that I did such disrespectful things to Her Majesty the Holy Maiden..."

Blaise's brain was running wildly, and he continued to beg for mercy:

"I am willing to persuade the royal family to let them fund the construction of ten more Hope Cathedrals throughout the empire. I can persuade the royal family to let them strengthen cooperation with the Goddess of Hope..."

"Please be kind, His Majesty Ashara, forgive me, and spare me this trivial life... I am not important to the church, and killing me will not do any good to the church... "

Blaise's posture has been lowered to the lowest.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This has always been the truth since ancient times. As long as Blaize can save his life, there is nothing he cannot do.

Extreme forbearance is the key to his ability to preserve his strength after losing the battle for the throne.

"You, it's not important." Ashara landed slowly in the air, she pressed her spear against Blaize's neck with a puzzled face, and said, "But without you, it's very important to Syl."

Even though he was still alive, Blaise dared to attack Searle blatantly.

If Ashara didn't move, Syl would be in trouble when she really entered weakness... and this Blaze was not a person who would let it go.

Countless golden chains formed in the void, blocking all of Blaise's movements in an instant.

Before he could utter the next sentence of begging for mercy, the huge holy spear had pierced through his head, making a violent explosion.