System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Chapter 398 Chapter 360 The Weird "Field" of the Heirs of the Evil God (4500-word chapter)

The League of Light is still being established, and compared to other mature organizations, it is still a newborn.

But even if it is a newborn, it is an alliance formed by the seven major religions.

The influence of the seven major religions in the world is almost comprehensive, and almost no one is spared.

No matter where the people are, among the seven beliefs, there is always one that fits the form and public opinion there.

At least in terms of information acquisition, the Light of the Era is absolutely inferior to the combined seven major religions, and the two are not at the same level.

It's just that Ashara was let go too early, Syl didn't even have time to ask where the headquarters of the Alliance of Light was going to be established.

Compared to Searle, the hands-off shopkeeper, Ashara's understanding of the current internal situation of the League of Light must be much clearer than Searle.

Are you running to find Ashara now?

or farewell...

After all, he had molested her just now, and now he went to find her again, maybe Ashara would not feel embarrassed because of business, but Syl would.

Syl is not that thick-skinned yet, so she still feels shy.

Maybe you can go down and ask Platinum Bishop or Locke Bishop or other bishops casually.

"The leader of the Alliance of Light doesn't even know where the headquarters of his alliance is..." Syl smiled helplessly, "It's amazing."

After all, after Syl contributed to the establishment of the alliance, he has been busy with other things.

The current alliance has not yet developed to the point where it can help Syl, at least in terms of combat power.

Syl changed into a new set of white teaching robes for himself, arranged his hair, put on a mask, and walked out of his room.

Searle walked downstairs steadily step by step, preparing to meet a lucky bishop immediately, and then ask the bishop casually.

Soon, when Syl was going downstairs, he bumped into the platinum bishop who was going upstairs.

"Bishop Platinum." Syl took off his mask and smiled perfectly at Platinum who was going upstairs, "Good morning."

Only Syl and Ashara lived on the top floor, if Platinum came up now, he could only look for Syl.

I don't know what Platinum is looking for.

"Thank you Goddess, Your Highness, you haven't left yet." Seeing Syl, Platinum seemed relieved.

At this time, Syl also noticed that there was a file bag in Platinum's arms, which looked quite thick and contained a lot of paper.

"Indeed, if you are a few seconds later, you may not be able to find me today." Syl asked with a faint smile, "Is there anything you can do for me? Platinum Bishop."

"It's about the Alliance of Light, Your Highness." At this point, Platinum's expression became serious, and she walked up to Searle, "You should know that the Alliance has set up an intelligence department, which is headed by the saintesses taught by the God of Generosity and Wisdom." Manager Vera."

"Uh...yes," Searle nodded calmly, "Is there something wrong?"

Syl didn't know about these things at all, and of course he didn't know that Vera was pushed out by the Cult of Generosity and Wisdom to manage things... Of course, only Syl and Ashara knew about this kind of thing.

As for the Religion of Generosity and Wisdom not letting their pope lead the important intelligence department, but letting the Virgin Vera come, Syl also knows why.

Anyone can see that Saintess Vera and Syl have a good relationship.

Let Vera be the speaker of the intelligence department, firstly to express his goodwill with Searle, and secondly to avoid many unnecessary troubles.

At the point where the Seven Great Religions are now sharing information, many contradictions and misunderstandings caused by poor intelligence will definitely be exposed.

Vera is a shield, telling others that they are only acting in accordance with the law, and also telling others that any enmity or grievances should not be settled after the fact. Syl is behind Vera.

Mortal wisdom.Searle didn't care about these things. There were more or less frictions between the churches in the past, and it was inevitable, as long as they didn't dance on the stage.

"There is a place where I seem to have found a favored person..." Platinum said, and handed the file bag in Syl's hand, "Take a look."

Dependent?

Is it the same as the situation in Border Town again, have any priests escaped?

Searle didn't speak, took the document bag that Platinum handed over, opened it, pulled out a stack of papers inside, and flipped through it.

Holy Branch Empire... City...

The first few pages looked like investigators' routine patrol reports, without many clues, except for a few mentions of cultists and black mist.

Syl continued to look through it, and noticed something different.

These sheets of paper were all pasted with photos. The photos showed the same street. Sometimes it was completely shrouded in black mist, but sometimes it was only lit up with street lights as usual, and there were occasional pedestrians.

The photo is also date stamped.It's just that I don't know why they took pictures instead of directly using the more proficient "magic engraving" of the investigators.

If the above date is true, then this street has been completely shrouded in black mist several times, but the next day it seems that nothing happened, and the black mist disappeared.

Just seeing the black mist, Searle can almost be sure that there must be favored people in Stan City.

Syl quickly read through the rest of the reports, and found that they were all in different places in the same city where black mist was frequently occurring. Syl stuffed the investigation report back into the file bag and handed it back to the Platinum Bishop.

"The clergy in Stan City didn't move, did they?" Syl looked at Platinum and asked.

Syl did not ask the stupid question of whether the city of Stan was sealed. If it was sealed by the favored, these patrol reports would not reach Syl.

"No, they don't know what the black mist is, and the news hasn't spread... Only the high-level people know about the Blessed One," Platinum replied.

"Very well, tell them not to do anything unusual, and don't run away." Syl nodded slightly, and issued his own instructions to the Alliance of Light, "Don't disturb the favored ones."

"Yes." Platinum lowered her head slightly, and before she was about to leave, she couldn't help asking, "Your Highness, do we need to send a semi-mythical superhuman from the Alliance of Light to rescue?"

"No..." The corner of Syl's mouth evoked a smile of unknown meaning, "Let them get acquainted with their semi-mythical form first, they were also tired from the last battle."

Of course, Seale's words were just kind words.

If those half-mythical original crew head straight for Stan City, they will only die.

In the past few days, they estimated that they would only be able to defeat the favored man in Border Town.

It is undeniable that those who can advance to semi-myth are geniuses, but there is also a natural barrier between geniuses.

"Then should we ignore it?" Platinum's expression was a little worried.

Because Platinum had also seen the incident where the black mist and the favored ones descended, she knew exactly what those terrible black mist meant.

As a loyal believer of the Goddess of Hope Sect, she does not want to see more casualties, whether it is out of her heart or her beliefs.

"Of course not," Seale patted Platinum's shoulder lightly, and comforted him, "I'll let the commissioner deal with these matters, yes, professional people."

After finishing speaking, Searle continued to walk downstairs, leaving some platinums who hadn't recovered from their senses to stay where they were.

Platinum looked at Syl's back, recalled what she said just now, and unconsciously settled down.

Did I just...was comforted by Her Highness the Holy Maiden?

Obviously, she is almost a hundred years older than herself.

Although Her Majesty the Holy Maiden is young, she is surprisingly reliable...

It wasn't until Syl's figure disappeared at the corner of the stairs that Platinum regained his composure and started to walk downstairs.

She still has a lot of work to do, if she can help Her Majesty the Holy Maiden share a little trouble, she can share a little more.

At this time, Syl put on his mask again after saying goodbye to Platinum, and walked out of the Holy See.

Syl was still worrying about the news of the missing person, and the news of the blessed person came to his door.

Although I don't know what the favored person in Stan City is doing, but now that there is news about the favored person, Syl must go and investigate.

Otherwise, when the time comes, Syl will have nowhere to find his relatives.

After all, she already knew that not every city would have a favored person.

He had told Ashara before that he would leave for a short period of time, so Syl didn't go to say goodbye to Ashara, and started the teleportation directly.

Syl didn't worry that he would lose his life if he went to investigate. After all, there are two life-saving cards, the doctor and the young dragon, which are equivalent to rebirth.

The doctor can regenerate in his own blood, and the young dragon can also be reborn on any small dragon or dragon egg. The ability to escape is considered full.

In the investigation record just now, there is also a specific orientation map of Stan City, and Searle is not worried about the problem of getting lost in the teleportation.

After three rounds of teleportation, Syl arrived at the outskirts of Stan City in the Holy Ke Empire.

But when the teleportation light around Syl disappeared, Syl stood still for a second.

She herself didn't know why she paused for a second, it seemed that something was completely forgotten by her in that second.

This weird feeling even made Searle forget that she had transformed into a doctor. It was clear that her purpose was to be the last kick in the doctor's promotion.

But Syl's footsteps involuntarily began to walk in the direction of Stan City, even though Stan City seemed to have a strange tranquility.

--wrong.

Syl realized something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't control his body, just like when he manipulated the clown's body for the first time.

- stop!

Words don't work, concrete actions aren't seen.

It wasn't until Syl walked into the city of Stan, which was still prosperous like an ordinary night, that this feeling gradually disappeared.

And Searle, at the same time, breathed a sigh of relief.

She finally regained control of her body.

Something was wrong with Stan City, she had to leave quickly, and she had to send the Alliance of Light to investigate first.

With that in mind, Syl turned around and prepared to walk out of the city.

"Why did you use it?"

An illusory panel suddenly appeared in front of Searle, with a line written in Chinese characters on it.

The moment she saw this line of words, the missing part of Searle's memory instantly flowed back, and her pupils under the mask shrank slightly.

Right...why should I use the walking one?

I am a transcendent... yes, a transcendent, I can still teleport...

send...

Syl stretched out his right hand, but there was no energy of the holy light in his hand, no, not just that, Syl didn't even feel the full power in his body.

All she felt was a normal, girlish and delicate body.

What about my extraordinary abilities?