System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

The scattered black mist corroded the chains, allowing the favored one to get rid of this emotion.

He turned around quickly, and a huge scythe made of black mist swung behind him.

The eyeball was split in half by the huge black mist sickle.But that illusory eyeball seemed to have no entity, and it dissipated directly.

[Pupil of the Mist] can appear in any place in the mist. An attack of this level cannot hurt the [Pupil of the Mist] at all.

"Hehe...the mortals who spy on the power of the gods, after gaining a little power, are still just mortals."

The favored person didn't care that his attack failed, but taunted him under the cover of black mist.

"Soon you will see His mighty power!"

The favored person trembled, and a nervous laugh came out of his mouth. Facing the marshal who was standing there, he opened his arms.

After his arms were fully extended, his figure suddenly disappeared in place without any warning.

It was this kind of weird flash again, Syl had already tasted this kind of ability of the favored one.

But after the favored person disappeared, something happened.

The pile of corpses that had been piled up behind the favored person began to emit black mist.

The black mist enveloped the corpses together and gradually rose, as if forming a large wall made of black mist.

And the corpse shrouded in the wall of black mist began to tremble.

The corpses were connected by the black mist, and then stood up like walking corpses, and armor, sword and shield composed of black mist began to appear on their bodies.

The eyes of the corpse were empty. They slowly got up and looked in the direction of the marshal.

After receiving the blessing of the black mist, the corpses of these innocent civilians who were killed raised their swords and shields, and began to approach the marshal who could have saved their loved ones.

"Four minutes and thirty seconds..."

The marshal looked at the walking dead troops in front of him without any expression on his face.

It's just that the scorching heat from her body seemed to be transmitted to the ground, and with the Marshal at the center, the stone bricks and soil on the ground cracked open one after another.

Embers were burning inside the crack, like a fiery red spider web torn apart, centered on the Marshal, rapidly spreading around.

Before the black mist soldiers approached, the ground where the marshal was standing was completely covered by cracks.

The current marshal is like a person standing on a volcano that is about to erupt. The cracked rocks under her body exude fire and heat, while her body is like skin that has been carbonized by high temperature.

She is completely integrated with the environment... no, she creates an environment that is unified with herself.

A domain that belongs to her.

"Die!"

There was a strange roar from behind the wall of black mist. With that roar, the soldiers of the black mist quickened their pace and charged the marshal like a tide.

And that black wall, like the black mist in Suramar, began to advance in the direction of the marshal.

He doesn't seem to want to continue the game.

"Crack-"

"Crack-"

"boom--"

Before the soldiers of the black mist approached, countless walls of ice, fire and stone rose up on the path that the soldiers had to pass through to charge, blocking their way forward.

And in this kind of area where it is completely impossible to see snow, a snowflake slowly fell from the sky.

The sky began to snow heavily.

"call out--"

"laugh--"

Among the snowflakes all over the sky, a shard of ice that was as sharp as a sharp sword fell quickly from the air, and was precisely inserted into the helmet of the soldier in front, sinking into its brain.

The shards of ice in the sky cut through the air and snowflakes fell. The [Pupil of the Mist], who was originally promoted from a spellcaster, revealed a terrifying range of spells like divine punishment.

The cold wind whizzed, and the sounds of metal and iron clanging and piercing flesh continued to sound. In less than three seconds, every Black Mist soldier's body was covered with ice shards like hedgehogs.

But even so, it didn't seem to affect the movements of the black mist soldiers who were originally corpses.

They still tirelessly drew strength from the black mist, broke through one magic wall after another, and rushed towards the marshal.

"Your Excellency Marshal! Dodge first!"

Tatkai's anxious voice came from the mist.

But the moment she made the sound, she seemed to be locked in, and an arrow condensed by the black mist shot out from the black wall, dragging a black trail of smoke into the depths of the mist.

The black mist arrow disappeared after entering the mist, but Tatkai's voice failed to ring out again.

Tatkai in the mist had an arrow made of black mist stuck on the edge of her huge eyeball, but she didn't cry out in pain, but quickly disappeared and left the place.

If she makes another sound, she will definitely be locked by the favored person again, and she can no longer make any sound.

Tatkai in the air looked at the marshal standing on the ground.

The crack with embers has spread to the surrounding houses, and all creatures touched by the crack have been reduced to ashes.

The soldiers of the black mist still rushed towards the direction of the marshal tirelessly, but the marshal in the center didn't seem to have any intention of moving.

Finally, a Black Mist soldier covered in shards of ice broke through the last ice wall holding up his sword and shield.

The black mist soldiers who broke through the ice wall did not stop, and rushed straight into the cracks in the embers.

But the moment the black mist soldier's foot stepped into the embers, its figure stopped.

The cracks on the ground seemed to be alive, and he climbed up step by step along his black fog boots.

"Ka... ka——"

The armor on its body was quickly covered with cracks, and in the cracks, flames emerged.

Its skin and bones were instantly carbonized, and then it was given a new "life". Its eyeballs were burned by fire, leaving only two empty eye sockets.

It turned its face slowly, and this small movement caused a piece of carbon to fall off its face, revealing the burning, unextinguished embers inside.

It turned around, raised the black blade that had already been attached to the fire, and charged towards the way it came, and then slashed fiercely on the face of a black mist soldier who was charging towards the marshal.

"There are three minutes and 50 seconds left..."

Following the marshal's plain voice, the black mist soldier who was cut down did not shed any blood.

It started from the crack that was cut open on its face, and the crack continued to spread, carbonized rapidly, and the blood was evaporated instantly.

The situation seems to have reversed.

The marshal no longer stood still, but raised his pistol and began to move slowly towards the black wall.

"Containing dead bodies is really the most incompetent approach. They have no mind, no emotion, no soul... no communication."

"So I don't want my army to be a bunch of corpses, it reminds me of the old days..."

"A day when a man, with a curse, fought a world corpse..."

The marshal slowly raised his right hand and aimed his gun at the black wall. Her pupils were as bright as hot molten iron, and it seemed that endless depression and loneliness could be seen inside.

The melancholy Marshal of Exorcism, maybe that's how melancholy he is.

"boom--"

Lightly pulling the trigger, the gun in the marshal's hand let out a roar like a monster's roar. A bullet with unimaginable high temperature and speed slammed into the wall of black mist before the roar sounded.

This bullet seemed to be a rivet firmly nailed to the wall of black mist, which obviously had no entity.

A fissure with flare spread rapidly from the center of the bullet, but was quickly suppressed.

"Uhhhhhh!!!"

A cry of pain came from the wall of black mist, and the black mist disintegrated instantly, and a figure in a black robe with a fiery crack on his chest half-kneeled in the direction of the gate of the town.

The favored person raised his head in horror, he really wanted to use his ability to flash away quickly, but now he had to use all his energy to fight against the wound in his heart, like the curse of the tarsus maggot.

He was sure that if he didn't suppress the wound, he would turn into a burning charcoal within three seconds.

"Master Goddess! Lord Mother Goddess!"

He cried out in pain, but he didn't get any response from the mother god. He could only watch helplessly as the woman who came out of the burning hell came towards him.

"You are much weaker than the last one, and your brain is not very good." The marshal stood in front of the prostrate man who was kneeling on the ground, slightly lowered his head and looked at the benefactor, showing a pitiful expression, "No wonder she can control Suramar, and you can only be in Border Town."

The marshal's words, coupled with the pitiful look in his eyes, cut into the heart of this favored man like a knife, and even made the crack in his chest that had been suppressed spread a little more.

The marshal held the gun in his right hand, slowly pulled off the glove on his left hand, and snapped his fingers lightly.

The cracked stone slabs on her ground continued to protrude and closed above her head, forming a secret chamber like purgatory.

"There is still a lot of time, Miss Love Saint."

The marshal's half face slowly returned to its original shape, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, Syl, who was in the spiritual attunement, also let out a long sigh of relief.

When the Marshal used his ability, not only the Marshal felt pain, but even Syl was tortured by the burning and curse of his body.

It can only be said that Syl has been used to being beaten since he came to this world, and every time he suffers pain that far exceeds his own rank, but now he feels a little used to it.

Of course, you won't enjoy it.

Next, you only need to let Love Sage properly tune//After teaching this favored one who is more than a little weaker than Suramar, then let this favored one go to face the upcoming alliance vanguard.

This will keep things under Syl's control as much as possible, and at the same time bring valuable combat experience to the Alliance's vanguard...

And teach some a lesson that will last a lifetime.

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Cough cough... If you add more, please wait for a few days, it feels a bit choking now.

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