System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Naturally, they could all see that the pope lying on the ground was dead. From the frozen and distorted expression on his face, it could be seen that the death was very tortured.

This is the only person who died in this battle, and his death was particularly embarrassing.

Because everyone can see that from the beginning of the battle, this [Knight of Mystery] has been fishing in troubled waters outside, and even in the final cover charge, he still stood at the end.

Looking at his position, he didn't even move half a step in place.

Ashara stood still in front of the corpse slowly, releasing the semi-mythical skeleton armor form.

She raised her hand, released the holy light, and dispelled the black arrow on the corpse's chest.

"Sorry, I couldn't bring you all back safely." Ashara, who turned her back to everyone, was full of self-blame, but the expression on her face didn't change at all, she just looked at the corpse on the ground indifferently. .

"This is not your problem, Your Majesty," Locke also released his semi-mythical stance, and said to Ashara, "You did your best."

"That's right, you were injured trying to save him, it's just that he didn't obey the command."

"Your Majesty Ashara, if there is accountability, I will testify for you. You saved us."

"Yes, Your Majesty Ashara...I think we have to go back as soon as possible and report on this battle..."

"This is not a monster that any church can resist alone...Let them develop, and all of us will be doomed..."

"..."

The half-myths present all released their half-myths one after another, and walked to Ashara's side.

After this personal battle, they fully realized the importance of the battle.

More importantly, they also saw the efforts of the Goddess of Hope in this battle, whether it was sending troops or commanding and giving.

They really want to unite and solve this disaster. Even the pope can play in person to resist the damage for others.

When they go back this time, they will truthfully report the news of the battle and try their best to persuade their Pope to let go of their prejudices and fight against the enemy together.

Only when you really participate in the battle can you realize these problems that you could not understand before.

Listening to everyone's words, Ashara knew that after this battle, the internal environment of the alliance would be completely changed.

And this group of semi-myths who came from different churches to fight together will become loyal supporters of the integration of the alliance.

It's just... a bit too smooth...

Ashara lowered her head and looked at the white Pope's robe that was already soaked in blood on her chest.

What is the meaning of that favored person's last words?

Why did she act so desperate after hurting me?

This feeling... It was as if someone who was manipulating the favored person behind the scenes had given a death order so that she could not hurt herself.

No...not likely.

Who else can command these favored ones besides the crazy ruler?

And the crazy ruler doesn't hurt himself?how is this possible.

In the last battle with the favored person, I didn't see that favored person being soft-handed.

Ashara turned her head and looked in the direction of a certain house.

That was the last direction the favored one looked at before being bombarded by magic.

Someone is directing this favored person.

And this person is still behind, watching the battle of their church alliance.

The surrounding half-myths have already started discussing how to rebuild Border Town and how to report back, but Ashara couldn't listen to these discussions.

Able to defeat the favored ones...and then keep the favored ones from harming themselves...even in the end, he even killed the most rebellious guy in the alliance, bringing the alliance to peace..... .

An answer emerged in Ashara's mind.

A holy light flashed, and Ashara's figure had already appeared in front of a house several hundred meters away.

Ai Xia stretched his hand and opened the door, his eyes scanned the dusty interior of the house, and he quickly walked upstairs.

Soon, she was on the third floor and saw a closed door.

But there was no restriction on the door, and through that wooden door, Ashara didn't feel the breath of any living things.

Ashara pressed her right hand to her chest, using holy light to heal herself, at the same time stretched out her left hand, and unscrewed the door.

This appears to be a restaurant.

But there was no one in the restaurant, and even the tables and chairs were covered with dust, as if no one had been there for a long time.

Ashara slowly approached the candlestick, and reached out to touch the direction of the candle wick.

There is still a trace of residual heat.

Sure enough, someone was here before.

Ashara left the room and teleported back to the gate of Border Town.

At this time, the black clouds in the sky had completely dissipated, and most of the mythological powerhouses had relaxed expressions on their faces.

"Go back. After you go back, the Alliance will send people to come here to deal with the aftermath." Ashara looked at the two [Pupils of Mist] and issued this order.

Now Ashara's order is much easier than it was at the beginning. Almost the moment Ashara gave the order, those two half-myths turned into gray mist, enveloping everyone.

In just a split second, [Pupil of the Mist] teleported everyone back to Suramar.

After assigning tasks and setting the time for the next meeting, everyone dispersed and went back to report.

As for Ashara, she directly took out the Pope's scepter, and sent it back to the top floor of the Holy See, Goddess of Hope.

After returning to the Holy See of the Goddess of Hope, Ashara put away the scepter, looked in the direction of Syl's room, and walked over slowly.

When she walked to the door of Searle's room, she saw that Searle's door was closed tightly.

Generally speaking, if Searle is going out, he will open the door of the room so that others can go in to clean and change things.

If it is tightly closed, it means the cleaning is over, or Syl is still inside.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

Ashara knocked on Syl's door, and not long after, she heard Syl's familiar sweet voice coming from inside.

"Come in~"

Ashara opened the door, and saw Syl in formal attire, sitting at the round table, looking at herself with a smile.

After closing the door, Ashara remained silent, walked to the round table and sat down under Syl's surprised eyes.

"Why did you have so much blood? Archbishop?" Syl's voice was obviously distressed. She reached out her hand subconsciously to treat Ashara, but after thinking about the effect of her own treatment, she withdrew her hand again, feeling a little at a loss.

"It's fine." Ashara shook her head lightly, and said, "Small injury."

After Ashara finished speaking, she just stared at Syl without saying a word, and just kept staring at her.

After being stared at by Ashara's familiar eyes with a little resentment for a while, Syl couldn't stand it anymore.

She slowly raised her arms, made a gesture of surrender, and said weakly: "What do you want to ask, Archbishop...I will say..."

"Is that favored one controlled by you?" Ashara asked directly.

"Yes." Syl lowered his arms and nodded.

"why?"

"The alliance needs actual combat experience. I rushed there ahead of time with Yehuo members and defeated the favored one."

"It's very dangerous." Ashara shook her head and said seriously.

"It's not dangerous," Syl blinked innocently, "Yehuo has the ability of a member, which can make her never betray, so that favored one..."

Before Syl finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ashara.

"I said you are very dangerous," Ashara frowned slightly, her tone already a little bit angry, "That's the favored one."

After hearing Ashara's words, Syl was slightly stunned, and then, a strange feeling of warmth and happiness filled her heart.

It turns out that the reason why the archbishop was angry was not because I made this plan without authorization, but because he was worried that it would be dangerous for me to fight against the favored one...

"Okay..." Syl lowered his head slightly, and did not continue to refute Ashara's words.

After seeing Searle's aggrieved look, Ashara also softened her heart.

After she sighed softly, she organized her words, and then asked:

"Lance's business is also your order?"

"What about Lance?" Syl nodded and admitted, "Indeed, I asked the favored one to teach him a lesson, preferably the kind that would make life worse than death."

Syl's words did not conceal her malice at all.

"He's dead." Ashara said calmly, "The body is still there, Border Town."

Ashara did not order others to dispose of the corpse, or bring it back.

These are all evidences. Only by bringing the other popes of the Alliance and the senior leaders of the Religion of Fortitude and Wisdom to see them can they truly restore the real scene of the battlefield.

"......died?"

Searle almost couldn't resist saying "good death" directly, and forcibly changed the "good death" that was about to blurt out into "dead".

Originally, Syl didn't think that Banshin would be so easy to kill, and thought it was just a lesson.

But now that he is dead, it can only be said to be a good death.

Once he died, the obstacles to the integration of the alliance were greatly reduced.

The only thing that makes Syl feel a little pity is that she didn't open the champagne at the scene. After she killed the favored person, she asked Tatakai to take the three of them back, and she didn't see the follow-up situation.

Ashara looked at Syl, she was beginning to be a little confused, whether Syl really had no intentions, or the original plan was to kill Lance.

Because from the results, after Lance's death, the process of alliance integration has been greatly accelerated, which is what Searle wants to see.

She only hoped that Syl would not change herself too much for saving the world and become less like herself.

Don't take risks like this every time, and help the world clear mines like a god of war.

Ashara thought so, stretched out her right hand, and rubbed Syl's head.

"Protect yourself..."

Ashara stroked Syl's smooth long hair, and expressed her true feelings.