System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Physicians are ritual witch traps, aren't they?

The space in front of Syl distorted for a while, and the figure of the ritual witch walked out of the distorted space.

Her face was still bloodless, her hair was haggard, and she looked at Searle expressionlessly.

She stood in front of Searle, looked at Searle for almost two seconds, and then slowly said:

"Very good, Syl...you made people in this world aware of the importance of rituals."

"But I also hope that you can know that the function of the ceremony is not only for promotion."

"Praying and offering sacrifices are its real functions."

After finishing speaking, the ritual witch slowly raised her right hand and aimed at Syl.

After a while, the ritual witch said:

"Change back to your original form, you are not her."

Syl didn't say a word. After catching the ritual witch, her goal was achieved.

A flash of holy light flashed, and Syl's figure reappeared in place. She also stretched out her left hand in the direction of the ritual witch.

The mark on Searle's left hand seemed to have sensed something, and a black circular symmetrical mark slowly emerged from Searle's left hand.

There are engravings of Balance Witch and Cycle Witch on the mark, and there will be an additional Ritual Witch next.

Syl didn't know how many witches there were, and Syl knew from the words of the Equilibrium Witch that some of the witches had already fallen and hadn't survived to this era.

This means that the mark Syl got in the end must be incomplete, and she doesn't know if this will have any impact on the future.

After a burst of glare, there was an extra imprint on Syl's hand...it was a circle of fine runes surrounding the circular imprint.

The addition of this circle of fine runes made the imprint on Syl's left hand look more like a formation.

"Whatever ritual formation you need, the imprint can be directly provided to you." The ritual witch withdrew her right hand, "I can only help you so much."

After finishing speaking, before Syl could ask anything, the space in front of the ritual witch was distorted, and she disappeared in front of Syl.

Syl could feel that the ritual witch seemed to have a lot to say to herself... no, to the doctor.

But in the end, the ritual witch restrained her emotions, chose to leave, and did not continue to disturb Syl.

If the ritual witch doesn't say anything, Syl doesn't mean to know the inside story. What happened in the past era has nothing to do with Syl.

What Syl wants to do is to bring everything to an end in this era.

In the following time, while waiting for the first batch of alchemy exoskeleton armor to be fully installed, Syl was also waiting for the completion of the manufacture of the alchemy dragon armor.

During this waiting time, Syl "drives" most of the cultists remaining in Suramar to the border, and "chases" them all to the black mist area.

The cultists controlled by the Love Sage, including the favored one, spread out in the black mist area, ready to obtain information and report it to Syl.

Those favored ones still haven't discovered that Syl can control them mentally, which is the most important bargaining chip before the Sill war.

After completing the spread and control of the black mist area by the cultists, Syl began to roam frequently in the black mist area of ​​the Northland.

The four cards of Joker, Physician, Young Dragon, and Black Emperor have all entered the final promotion stage, and they are all close to the level where they can start the promotion task.

During this time, the number of demi-myths of the League of Light has also increased.

Because of the expansion of the Light Zone, the Light Alliance was able to concentrate its efforts to quickly collect resources, allowing some people who can advance to the sixth level to be promoted first.

And the promoted sixth-order, led by the seniors who had figured out the ability of the sixth-order before, kept fighting and contacting at the border, honing their semi-mythical form.

People seem to have sensed that a big war is coming. Almost every day, there are news of the destruction of a certain church by the cultists, and the Goddess of Hope is the most serious loss.

This reason may be attributed to the revenge of the cultists on Syl.

Finally, after half a month, Syl finally got the specific movements of the favored ones from the controlled one.

The favored ones of the evil gods united.

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Northen Empire, the capital Sorazar, the Northen royal family.

The guards who belonged to the royal family have long since disappeared.

There was almost no one in the huge royal family, and there were no maids to be seen, and there were not even any lights in the royal room.

It looks like a lost palace.

At this time, in the main hall of the palace, a personal figure formed by black mist continued to appear in the main hall.

These people were wearing uniform black robes, and their black robes were covered with black clouds.

Their faces were also covered in black mist, making it impossible for people to peek into their faces.

All favored ones.

Even if the favored one who was charmed by the love saint is removed, there are no less than thirty favored ones in the entire hall.

After these favored ones appeared in the main hall, they all stood up, facing the direction of the door, as if they were waiting for something.

Soon, under the eyes of all the favored ones, the door of the main hall was slowly opened, and a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard and wrapped in a white robe slowly walked in from outside the hall.

The attire of the white-robed man was incompatible with everyone present.

But almost all the followers, the moment they saw the white-robed man, knelt down and expressed their submission to him.

The only person who can make all the favored ones bow down, except for the crazy ruler, is the heir of the evil god.

That white-robed man was none other than Artusri, a heir of the evil god.

Atusli walked slowly into the hall and stood among all the favored ones.

He stretched out his hand, shook the snow on his shoulders lightly, and continued walking forward.

When he reached the throne, he didn't go up the stairs to the throne, but stopped in front of the throne, and turned to face the relatives.

"She killed my sister." After a long silence, Artusri continued, "Killed his child."

The atmosphere in the hall dropped to freezing point because of his words.

All the dependents knelt on the ground and bowed their heads, not daring to make a sound.

"Mother God is very disappointed with you," Artusri said while shaking his head, "and very disappointed with me."

"We can't let him down anymore." Atusli said here, after a pause, he looked around at the disciples below, stretched out his right hand to his chest, and held it tightly.

"I want to capture her and dedicate it to the Mother God, understand?" Artusli said calmly.

"Yes, Lord Artusri."

"We will definitely not disappoint the expectations of the mother god."

"The Mother God will guide us."

"..."

At this time, the followers below all raised their heads to show their loyalty.

But one of the favored ones began to feel uneasy.

She slowly reached into the sleeve robe and activated a rune stone inside.

The faint fluctuation of the rune stone was well covered by the thick black fog in the hall, and was not noticed by everyone.

And the rune stone also synchronized the sound to Syl's side.

"You?" Atusli shook his head with a chuckle after hearing this, "You can't, you are not her opponent, she is stronger than you imagined."

"It's very simple to dedicate her to the Mother God..." When Artusli said these words, the black mist on the favored people at the scene began to stir.

Countless black mist formed black silk threads one by one, which instantly linked to Artusri's body.

"Let me hatch, it's fine. For the mother god."

Except for the charmed favored one, the eyes of the other favored ones gradually become fanatic, and their vitality is constantly passing away, but they all seem to have seen the future of the descendant.

"For the Mother God!"

"For the Mother God!"

"For the Mother God!"

Amidst the fervent shouts of the favored ones, their bodies gradually withered until they turned into ashes.

In the center, Artus closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

His skin gradually cracked, gradually unable to maintain his human form.

A true heir of the evil god is about to be born.

This is absolutely crushing power.

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PS:

feature film -

[1. Why are there so many programs for college students to help elementary school students with math problems, but there are no programs for elementary school textbooks to help college students with advanced math? 】

【Is this unfair discrimination? 】

[2. Does smoking count as giving yourself incense in advance? 】

[3. It is normal to have many nts on the Internet, after all, there are two nts in the internet. 】

good night~

Chapter 421 Chapter 380 Chapter Two Irresistible Terrorist Heir (4500 word chapter)

"Zizzi...Zizzi..."

"For the Mother God!"

"Zizi..."