System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

This is the correct judgment made by the nun after feeling the strength of the person in front of her.

Now she can only hope that the saint, or the new Pope, or the nobles will find something wrong and come to rescue her.

Although she doesn't want to admit it, the nun must admit that the probability of the church coming to save her is much higher than the probability of the nobles coming to save her.

She clearly realized that in the eyes of the nobles, she was just a pawn that could be discarded at any time.

A trace of bitterness surged in the nun's heart, and the two monks and a bishop who stood up slowly behind, seeing what happened just now, felt similar to what the nun thought.

"Let's break through together, they won't be able to defend!" the bishop quickly commanded, "Someone of us will be able to escape!"

However, the other three prisoners present did not listen to his words at all, as if they had completely given up on the feeling of treatment.

"Even if you don't break through! You still can't say anything," the bishop shouted hoarsely at the others, "Once you say it, we will die!"

The reason why the clown kept them must be that they still have some uses. Their only use now may be to hold some information.

Once this information is leaked out, they will also become "waste" that is completely useless.

So, no matter what, you can't say it out. He said this specially to warn others not to be unbearable to say it out.

As long as one of them gives information, the others will lose the value of using it.

"Hello." Syl slowly opened his eyes and looked at the bishop who spoke.

"Hee hee... You seem to talk a lot?" At this moment, Syl's eyes had completely changed, as if he had changed into a different person.

She shook her body slightly, humming an ancient tune that she didn't know where it came from, and walked towards the bishop step by step.

"I like to say it, don't you?" Syl's right hand was like magic. With just a shake, two spikes of fear appeared in his hand.

Like grasping chopsticks, she held the spikes of fear and lowered her head to gesture on the bishop's face.

"Would you like to make your mouth bigger for you? That way you can speak better, right?"

Searle smiled strangely, and the sharp knife in his hand slowly stabbed forward. The bishop didn't make any resistance, but just looked at Searle calmly, making silent resistance.

It seems that they want to use this silent resistance method to delay until the arrival of rescue, if there is rescue...

But he may not know that rescue may never come.

Because their stand-ins had already blew themselves up on the Hope Square in the Kos district, completely disappearing into the world as an inner ghost.

In other words, in this world, their identities have completely disappeared, and no one will care about the life and death of a person who has been wiped out.

The tip of the knife slowly touched the corner of the bishop's mouth, and the two sharp knives slowly opened to the sides, and the sharp spikes smoothly helped the bishop put on a big "smiling face".

But the bishop didn't make any other movements other than frowning in pain at the beginning, and it seemed that even the fear had completely disappeared.

"[Mental Barrier]...Oh...Is that so? Hahahahaha!"

Syl, who had also used this skill himself, realized in an instant that the other party had done something to counteract the fear, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

The prey that can resist is the hunter's favorite... especially the vain hunter who needs others to watch the show.

"Fina~" Syl yelled towards the back, her voice was unusually sweet, completely different from her usual handsome voice.

Not only isn't it sweet...it's morbid.

"Gu... Mentor? I'm here!" Syl's voice made Fina's scalp tingle slightly, and she responded quickly.

"If you feel scared... remember to close your eyes..." Syl let go of the knife after saying this, and dropped his hands.

"Let me see... the limit of your [Mental Barrier]... let me see too, where is its limit?"

"After you have filled your heart with hopeless fear, come and tell me with delightful awe the plot behind your back—"

The spike of fear fell to the ground slowly, and there was a crisp metal impact sound when it fell to the ground.

The candlelight reflected the figures of several people, casting shadows on the wall, symbolizing that the tall and thin figure of Syl was constantly twisting and expanding astonishingly.

With the sound of tearing flesh and blood, the shadow on the wall swelled to a height of three meters, and the whole body was shrouded in the strange black robe full of symbols, and the inhuman torso under the black robe was also covered. A layer of black and red is intertwined, as if something is being sealed.

The tall body stretched slowly, and the slender arms like dry wood opened with a crisp sound, just like actors in an opera appearing on the stage.

But raising his hand did not bring cheers.

After the ceremony, it caused endless fear...

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PS1:

6 chapters owed, uh... Let me think about it, probably starting from... tomorrow?

Friends who have graduated from high school!congratulation!You can have fun~

The feature film begins——

[1. It is said that 100% of people who type "ZJL" get ZJL]

[2. Scientific research shows that people who don't like to eat tomatoes generally don't like to eat tomatoes]

[3. Is underground horse racing called private horse racing? 】

233333, good night~

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PS2: Recommend a book——

Author's recommendation:

"Miss Puppeteer Doesn't Want to Write a Diary"

Xu Ma's new book (

It is about the original Lily Mengpu Rihuan, and the update is stable.

Chapter 189 Chapter 180 The Rotten Church and Earl Elizabeth (4000 word chapter)

This weird change caused everyone present to fall into dead silence, and even forgot to breathe and blink.

Among these few people, Fina was the most shocked.

"Mentor...teacher..." Fina struggled to squeeze out the word from her throat. She was not even sure if the terrifying giant in front of her was her mentor.

Just looking at the oppressive back and the black and red robe, there will be a steady stream of fear breeding in the bottom of my heart.

Fina had reason to believe that when this fear reached a peak, as long as the giant in front of her turned her head and looked at each other simply, her spirit would collapse due to fear.

If you are afraid, close your eyes.

Fina somewhat understood what the mentor said just now.

But at this moment, Fina did not close her eyes.

Neither did the bishop.

Because only at their stage can they understand what this huge change in form, the change in the essence of life, means.

Semi-mythical form.

That is the semi-mythical form that is rumored to be mastered only by the sixth level.

Although I don't know if this is a complete semi-mythical form, the shock and impact it brings is definitely not comparable to the phantoms released by those fifth-level masters.

The other three weak monks and nuns lost their souls when the clown showed this form.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, their spirits were constantly being tortured, and even their bodies began to gradually distort, as if the holy medicine was about to lose control.

"start--"

The bishop came back to his senses, suppressed the fear in his heart and groaned, a barrier of holy light surrounded them, and the others were slightly relieved.

"The mental barrier...is completely ineffective...how is this possible?!" The male bishop muttered something, while still staring at the huge figure outside.

The semi-mythical form, that is the domain above the fifth level... Obviously, the clown in front of him has already reached it.

Maybe not quite there, but not too far off.

She knows how to get promoted.

After coming to this conclusion through gradually rigid thinking, the bishop hardly hesitated, and directly knelt down with his legs trembling.

"My dear clown...Mullen is willing to serve you...forever!"

Under the double impact of absolute power crushing and desire for promotion, he directly chose to surrender.

But the clown standing in the middle didn't seem to care about the reactions of everyone present.

She just finished what she thought was decent and elegant, and after others saw it as horrifying, she inserted her skinny right hand, which was wrapped in bandages, directly into her abdomen.

"Thorn-"

Her hands completely tore the large black robe, groping for something in the black robe.

Syl seemed to be holding onto something, his red eyes flickered under the bandage, and he pulled out the contents of his body suddenly.

It was a "little boy".

No, to be precise, it is a "little boy" embedded in a huge sickle, like a core with dense runes floating all over his body.

After the image of the little boy appeared, the bishop's expression froze instantly.

Even the barrier of the holy light was too late to be strengthened, and the barrier that lost its maintenance was instantly shattered, and the three church members behind him all let out tragic and crazy screams at the same time.

They kept tearing at their hair, and they didn't stop until their heads were dripping with blood. There were also countless worms surging under the skin, one after another, which was shocking.

"Gudu-"

A sound that seemed to be formed by the squeezing of blood and flesh sounded in the three of them, they gradually stopped crying, and all three of them collapsed on the ground.

Black tentacles spewed out from their bodies, tangled with their bodies like a mess, until the three already crazy members were completely pulled together.