System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Arnold's excitement was not without reason.

In all the previous "Ascension" experiments, almost all the monsters bred without any sanity.

Although the strength has been enhanced, it cannot be regarded as a real evolutionary ascension.

For this reason, Arnold and his organization have been conducting experiments, and the subjects participating in the experiments are naturally the extraordinary people of the various parties he founded.

In particular, some powerless and powerless lone transcendents are the targets of the experiment.

The results will be sent to all of Arnold's subordinates. Most of them have never met Arnold himself. They only know that their organization has a supreme commander, but they don't know who it is.

And their communication method is the complex sewer network underground in Suramar.

Now the news brought by the man in black obviously made Arnold feel a little excited.

One of his subordinates took the initiative to transform, and survived, and completed the ascension while maintaining his sanity!

Facing the agitated Arnold, the man in black suddenly felt his heart rise, and he said tremblingly:

"Subordinates... only found a few of her corpses. It seems that she was killed by several mysterious people earlier..."

"Oh..." A Nuo's expression gradually turned cold, and he said lightly, "Then how do you know she has sanity."

"She... she left us a clue..." the man in black said quickly, "Her sentence is on the corpse water at the sewer contact point, there are several engravings, she seems to be Tips for whoever killed her..."

As the man in the black robe said, he reached out from inside the black robe and took out a piece of parchment, on which there seemed to be three graphics rubbed.

Arnold looked at the figure engraved on the parchment, reached out and touched his chin, and murmured:

"MI[-]...Goddess of Hope teaches...dragons?"

A Nuo frowned tightly, he couldn't figure out how these three figures were connected together.

"Go and investigate." A Nuo waved his hand and threw the stall to his subordinates.

"By the way, if you can, remember to bring back two corpses, and corpse water is also fine."

"Yes, sir."

The man in black nodded quickly as if he had received an amnesty, then got up and left the basement.

In the basement, only Arnold was left, holding the parchment, thinking carefully...

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PS:

Ahem...Sorry the update is over, and I haven't added more...

Woohoo, sorry!

feature film -

[1. Have you downloaded Hedgehog Cat? 】

[2. I like to eat pig carcasses, am I a necrophilia? 】

【3. The first to commit the first sin】

Good night--

Chapter 232 Chapter 210 Eight Real Feelings Far Better Than Showing off (4000-word chapter)

It was just dawn, and Syl, who was sleeping, vaguely felt a soft hand gently shaking his arm.

Syl raised his eyelids, turned his head slightly, and looked at the hand that was shaking his shoulder.

Slender lotus root white, so delicate that you can't even see the pores... As soon as Searle saw this hand, she knew that it was Sandy who woke her up.

"Sandy...what's the matter..." Searle stretched slowly, and then smiled at Sandy.

"Your Highness..." She seemed to be shaken by Syl's smile when she just woke up, and Sandy even had a slight pause in her speech.

But Sandy quickly came back to her senses and replied seriously:

"Platinum Bishop is waiting for you to get up and wash outside. She seems to be looking for you urgently."

"Oh? Okay..." Hearing that there was something urgent, Searle didn't waste any time.

After struggling for a while, Syl quickly got up and walked towards the bathroom.

After washing up, Syl rummaged through the closet and found a simple white formal robe.

After changing his pajamas into a robe, Searle walked towards the door.

Sandy had been waiting at the door for a long time.

However, for some unknown reason, her face was actually blushing... Perhaps it was because Syl had changed clothes in front of her without any scruples just now.

After Syl came over, Sandy also lowered her head, seeming to subconsciously hide her face, and then reached out to help Syl open the door.

After the door was opened, Syl saw the platinum bishop standing outside the door.

After seeing Syl, Platinum breathed a sigh of relief, and reminded in a low voice:

"Your Highness, we have to go to the Ibiza district...We must let others see you on the front line of post-disaster reconstruction..."

Syl took a slightly surprised look at Platinum. It seemed that Platinum had already thought about it yesterday, so he came to call Syl before dawn.

It seems that this platinum bishop also knows how to create public opinion. He can only be said to be the leader of the higher authority of the Mass Media Committee.

"Okay, let's go." Syl nodded, then glanced at the direction of the aisle, and then turned her gaze back to Platinum, motioning for her to lead the way.

"Uh, yes, Your Highness."

Originally, Platinum thought that he would explain to His Highness why he bothered her so early, but unexpectedly, His Highness seemed to understand what he was going to do in an instant.

Platinum didn't waste any more time either, she walked quickly in front of Syl to lead him the way, and led Syl all the way downstairs, and after getting into the carriage with Syl, she breathed a sigh of relief.

And Sandy did not follow into the carriage, but sat with the nuns who were going to rescue in the material cart behind.

"Did I get up late?" Syl, who was in the carriage, looked at the platinum bishop's look of caring about time and asked with a smile.

When the time has come, Platinum will naturally not be boring herself to say something with low EQ, she said with a smile:

"No, I didn't wake up late, everything was just right, Your Highness."

After going back yesterday, Platinum began to arrange the route of visiting the disaster victims in Syl tomorrow, and even Platinum himself stayed in Ibiza all night last night to participate in the command of the unified refuge.

Although not many houses were destroyed, the homeless children were the most. Platinum had to keep a good count of the list of the victims and resettle their children and parents.

Yesterday's green mist seemed to specifically select people with stronger vitality for absorption and assimilation, so more elderly people and children survived.

Reporter Platinum has also made arrangements, and it is estimated that within an hour after Syl arrives in Ibiza, he will also arrive in Ibiza for the first interview.

Since yesterday's news was blocked to ordinary people, the public only knew what happened in Ibiza, but they didn't know what happened in Ibiza.

The first batch of reporters who arrived this morning can be regarded as having obtained "first-hand" information.

While in the carriage, Platinum also talked about Ashara with Syl.

Because the things decided after yesterday's meeting have a major impact on the future development of the church, the Cardinals have already sent a fifth-rank cardinal teleportation to the holy city to inform Pope Ashara.

This news undoubtedly lifted Seale's spirit a little bit.

She blinked, looked at Platinum expectantly and asked:

"Ashhara... when will the Pope come back?"

Platinum looked at Her Majesty the Holy Maiden who was looking forward to it, and after thinking for a while, replied:

"The tour was completed sooner than expected. His Majesty the Pope will be back tomorrow morning at the latest, and tonight at the earliest."

"Okay~" Syl nodded and smiled, and seemed to be in a slightly better mood.

"Your Highness...there is some bad news." Platinum looked at Her Majesty who was in a good mood, and began to hesitate to tell Her Majesty about this matter.

"What's the matter?" Syl also restrained the smile on his face, and his expression became serious.

"Your friend...Her Highness Vera's injury doesn't seem too optimistic..." Platinum paused, then continued, "Her mental power has been greatly overdrawn, and it seems that she has come into contact with A strange mystical force."

"That power has been affecting His Royal Highness Vera. Although her physical injuries have been healed by our nuns, she has not been able to wake up under the influence of that power."

"Oh?" Syl frowned slightly. The fact that Vera was unconscious was a bit of a surprise to Syl.

Obviously at the time it looked like there was only trauma...

It is not known whether the coma was caused by Elizabeth, or because Vera forcibly summoned the Holy Spirit.

It seems that after finishing what is in front of me later, I have to go and see Vera.

Although Syl doesn't know what to do, but after seeing the specific situation, her character cards probably have a solution.

The carriage continued to drive, and soon came to the Ibiza area, and the potholed road made the carriage start to shake.

The bumpy feeling made Syl feel like she was riding a bouncing car. It can only be said that the cushion in the carriage is relatively soft, otherwise her buttocks would be sore.

"Be patient, Your Highness." Platinum also noticed the helpless expression on Searle's face, and whispered, "It's almost there."

"Um......"

After Syl responded, he reached out and opened the curtains a little.

But the scene outside made Searle stunned.

Now the carriage seems to have arrived at the place where the green mist swept last night, and the scene here made Searle speechless.

Countless unowned clothes were randomly blown away by the wind, and then hung outside a certain building. Many church personnel were collecting these scattered clothes at the scene, counting the death toll and looking for their families.

Almost every house became empty, and many tents were set up by the roadside, and a large pot was set up outside one of the larger tents.

There is a vegetable soup mixed with some meat pieces in the pot. Although it is thick and nutritious enough, the taste is not very good from the appearance.

Countless disaster victims in tattered clothes were queuing up in front of the big pot of soup, and a few nuns beside the pot were distributing soup and hard rye bread.

This seems to be the relief breakfast for the disaster victims.

Pain, depression and despair enveloped the neighborhood.