System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Eliminate..."

The girl repeated the words displayed by the system, and turned her gaze to the cocoon in the middle of the empty house.

The big cocoon made of flesh and blood was standing impartially in the middle of a strange formation that already existed in the room, and seemed to be using the power of this formation.

"What should I do about this..." The girl raised her small hand and rubbed her face, frowning as if she was worried about this problem.

"This amount of flesh and blood of cultists is not enough to summon that lord... It is even difficult to summon his offspring."

The girl's distress was not how to destroy the cocoon, but thinking about replenishing the nutrients needed by the cocoon.

The girl's milky voice became more and more frenzied:

"Then take my own flesh and blood..."

"Well......"

Just when the girl was about to continue to say something, her joyful expression suddenly stopped, and her actions seemed to have been pressed for a pause.

After such a long time, the girl let out a long sigh of relief, her tone seemed to have completely changed:

"Huh... what kind of monster is this..."

Syl finally regained control of the body.

It seems that as soon as something related to missionary work is mentioned, or some kind of great existence is mentioned, the missionary will be quite excited and become uncontrollable.

It's like when a doctor sees someone who needs help, and when a clown feels the fear of others.

"And what is the great existence that the missionaries said? Isn't there only the Seven Righteous Gods?"

"Now we have to deal with this thing... If you leave it alone according to what the missionary said, this thing will only swallow more flesh and blood."

While thinking about it, Syl walked towards the direction of the cocoon, but she was still a little uncomfortable with the current perspective for the time being.

Just before he took two steps, Syl's left foot tripped over his right foot that had just fallen, and he staggered a bit, jumped two steps forward with one foot, and almost fell directly.

"The legs are too short...the body is too young." Although at the age of eleven or twelve, the missionary's slender legs are definitely not short.But Syl, who is used to the clown's long legs, now feels a strong sense of incompatibility.

He obviously felt that he could take this step, but he only took a small step, which caused his next step to be in the wrong place, and he felt a sense of stepping into the void.

It felt like when I was sleeping soundly, I suddenly dreamed that I stepped on the empty stairs with one foot.

"Pedal—" Syl stomped his feet with his thin legs angrily, and made a slight sound on the wooden floor.

Unlike a mature and reliable doctor in normal times or an elegant and stable clown when not crazy, the direct impact of the missionary card on Syl is that the behavior pattern becomes more like a child.

Syl puffed up her mouth and thought angrily: "System, why can't you draw some beautiful big sister cards? You can't draw a smaller one for me later, can you?"

"Beep beep beep beep~???"

The system started playing some music of unknown meaning again, to avoid answering questions.

According to Searle's understanding of the system, there are probably smaller ones.

Syl collected his mood, walked slowly to a place two meters away from the meat cocoon, and carefully observed the meat cocoon.

The huge cocoon pulsates up and down, as if some kind of life is being conceived inside, and the dense blue-black blood streaks on it seem to be passing blood normally, forming a strange internal circulation system.

And after watching it for a long time, it will make people feel a little dazed, and there is a feeling that they can't help but want to walk in the direction of the cocoon.

It is estimated that ordinary people will collapse immediately when they see the cocoon.

"Then how to destroy it?" Syl pinched his tender chin, thinking hard.

"[Ancient God Whispers]...This should be the ability just now? Chanting the name of a great existence will not be affected or anything. [High-speed chant] does not seem to be a physical attack skill, but rather like Psychic or auxiliary."

After analyzing the ability of the missionary's card, Searle gave up the idea of ​​continuing to use the missionary to destroy the cocoon. Maybe if he was not careful, the missionary would give himself backhand.

After looking at the closed door and curtains, Syl called out in a low voice:

"clown."

Searle summoned the most powerful clown so far, walked to the side table and picked up a stool.

From a distance, Syl charged up and shook his hand, the wooden stool dropped his hand and hit the meat cocoon with the sound of the wind, but the meat cocoon was only dented inward, and immediately returned to its original shape, as if it had not suffered any substantial damage.

"Can I just try using a sharp knife?" Searle walked around the house and quickly found a sharp knife.

"It's an ugly creation, without any sense of beauty." After turning into a clown, the dizziness from looking at the cocoon was even stronger, which made Syl feel very uncomfortable.

Far away, out of some concerns, Syl didn't look in the direction of the meat cocoon, but turned sideways, and threw the table knife in his hand towards the direction of the meat cocoon.

"Puchi-"

The sound of the sharp blade cutting through the flesh made the clown feel a little better.

Just when Searle was about to turn his head to look at the results, the system suddenly popped out a box.

"This system does not recommend that you use the clown to look over there."

Syl's head turned halfway and stopped, choosing to believe in the system and transforming.

"missionary."

A black light flashed, and the figure of the missionary appeared on the spot.

Immediately after transforming into a missionary, Searle felt a strong sense of crisis, the alarm bells in his heart were beeping crazily, and his mind was constantly buzzing.

Every cell in her body was telling her that if she turned her head now, she would die immediately.

"Tsk...isn't that an adult...then there's no need to sacrifice my life." Syl's childish voice sounded a little disdainful, and his tone turned into a feeling of disgust .

I have to say that no matter how distasteful the tone of this lovely voice is, many people will like to listen to it, and some people even wish that she would scold them with this scum-like tone.

Syl closed his eyes, covered his ears, and wandered away, completely unaware of the strange changes that were taking place in any cocoon.

"Zizi-"

"Gudu-"

The sound of blood and flesh being squeezed and something evaporating continued to be heard, and it took almost 10 minutes for the sound to completely disappear.

The strong sense of crisis also disappeared with the disappearance of the voice.

"call--"

Syl let out a small breath, and when he turned his head again, what he saw was a sarcoma that had completely turned gray, with a big bloody gash in the middle.

In the middle of the opening, there is a group of bloody and strange life forms, which seem to be in the embryonic stage, and at this time they have lost their vitality, like ashes, blown by the breeze through the crack of the door, turning into residues and merging into the flesh and blood in the cocoon.

In a dimly lit room, dozens of human skins were empty, with painful and distorted faces facing the ashes in the middle of the living body, and some distorted human faces slowly emerged on the cocoon, all facing west. Orientation.Everything has a strange atmosphere.

Searle looked at the system prompt indifferently.

"Fear: 19/100"

Fear collected by the Joker's behavior counts as promotion progress only when the Joker is in it.

That is to say, when the clown threw the throwing knife sideways just now, inside the twisted cocoon, there were fifteen twisted souls staring at Syl with fear and despair, begging her not to kill him , they lived to see it all.

Even though their flesh and blood have been distorted, without a trace of human appearance, they still want to survive instinctively.

Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Suramar is in Trouble

Good death, let's be a good person in the next life.

Syl lowered her head and pulled up her hood, and walked slowly towards the door. When she arrived at the door, her figure was cut off like a piece of paper, and then filled in instantly, turning into the appearance of a doctor.she

He reached out to support the beak mask on his face, opened the door and walked outside.

After gently closing the door, Syl looked up at the long dark alley and the ordinary door behind him. All the terrifying scenes seemed to be sealed inside the door. So what happened.

The clown's surprise attack just now made Searle realize that inspiration is also a very important thing. The inspiration is too low, and when facing some strange attacks, he can't even notice it at all before he is attacked.

Although missionaries have high inspiration, they are also very harmful. If they suddenly recite the name of an ancient god aloud on the street, everyone in the street may have to type GG.

Syl tightened her black windbreaker and walked towards the Sule District. She was going to find Arnold to see if she could buy some potions and take her own windbreaker along the way.

But what Searle didn't know was that within half an hour after she left, two investigators arrived at No. 53, Chicodi Street, where Searle was just now.

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"McAllen, are you sure you brought it to the wrong place?" A companion with a big brown-red beard looking at him asked.

He was wearing a deerstalker hat, a brown suit, and a black trench coat. He looked quite decent, unlike someone who lived in the Ibiza area.

As for his companions, their attire was almost the same as his, and both of them were holding delicate canes in their hands.

"I'm an elite investigator." The man called McAllen stroked his beard. "Believe my informant, Joseph, at least I dedicated myself to the God of Generosity and Wisdom ten years earlier than you."

Hearing this, Joseph's expression seemed a little indifferent, and he said casually:

"But you are still in the first holy rank [Investigator] for ten years, and people in the same batch as you have begun to digest the holy medicine of the third rank [Secretary Master]. I don't want to stay in the first holy rank like you .”

Hearing Joseph's words, McAllen was silent for a moment and sighed:

"It's not that the higher you go, the better, Joseph. [Investigators] can also learn all the secret arts of the church."

"Hey, I don't want to argue with you about this," Joseph waved his hand and pointed his mouth towards the door, saying, "Let's take a look at the small extremist group that controls the sealed item you said. "

Joseph, who has completed simple tasks many times, is a little too impetuous.

McAllen sighed, raised his cane, and quickly chanted an incomprehensible incantation, while the end of the cane embedded with crystals emitted a bright light.

"break--"

Following McAllen's burst of shouting, a burst of strong wind shot out, and the wooden door was instantly shattered into slag. Joseph on the side also raised his cane and assumed a fighting posture.

Next, the scene in the room froze the movements of the two people's hands.

Fifteen bodies with only empty shells left are facing the center of the room in different postures, but the only thing in common is that everyone has panic and despair on their faces.

Their chests are connected by a thin black line, which spreads until the middle merges.In the middle is a gray sarcoma, with flesh and blood mixed inside, and it has long been difficult to see what was inside.

"Ugh—" The younger Joseph retched while leaning on the wall after seeing this scene.

McAllen, on the other hand, began to take out the materials and quickly chant spells to bless himself with various buff states.