System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Is Syl alive?" Ashara didn't pay attention to the marshal's words, but just stopped in place, looking straight at the marshal.

"Of course." The marshal nodded, "Please leave here quickly, the son will come at any time."

"You are guarding the border?" Ashara's speech speed also increased a lot, "Can you defeat him?"

"No." The marshal shook his head directly.

That day, she and Syl also experienced the horror of a full body heir, which is not a terrifying existence that any character card can face alone.

Except for Syl, other extraordinary or ordinary people, when they saw the heir, their minds were quickly twisted into a ball of paste like a blender was installed in their heads.

This is a kind of crushing at the level of life, which cannot be compensated by any strength.

However, after hearing the marshal's answer, Ashara seemed to confirm something in her heart.

"Are you helping Syl?" Ashara looked at the marshal calmly and asked.

"Yes." The marshal nodded, "I need to buy time for her."

"I'll stay too." Ashara said, she reached out and took out a gleaming rune stone from her sleeve, "Alliance of Light, accept dispatch at any time."

It's over...

The Marshal didn't want Ashara to stop here.

If he dies, it won't have much impact on Syl...but if something happens to Ashara, the impact on Syl will not only be at 01:30.

God knows what Syl, who lost his mind, would do.

"To be honest, you can't be of much help," the marshal's tone gradually turned cold, trying to use this method to drive away Ashara, "the only thing you can help is to get out of my sight and take other people with you." Continue to retreat."

Listening to the marshal's words, Ashara still stood there expressionless, as if she hadn't been affected in any way.

After three or four seconds of silence, Ashara slowly opened her mouth and said:

"you are lying."

"You have to stay at the first level of extraordinary. You need support."

Obviously, Ashara recognized Sigma who was standing beside the marshal, the armored helmet not closed.

Even if Sigma hadn't opened her armored helmet, Ashara would still know she was there.

Because she was the one who passed Sigma's approval to join the team, allowing her to join the alchemy exoskeleton armor team as a first-order transcendent.

Sigma, who had applied to join the Alchemy Armor Unit, had firm eyes, and Ashara, who was standing here now, also had the same belief.

The marshal took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly... She really couldn't convince Ashara.

Just like what Ashara said, she urgently needs human support, the larger the army under her control, the stronger the Marshal's combat effectiveness.

"Okay..." The marshal sighed softly, and said, "I need the support of a large number of extraordinary troops. I hope you can return to the League of Light to help me coordinate."

"Okay." Ashara threw the rune stone in her hand to the marshal, and said, "Contact anytime."

After speaking, Ashara tapped the floor with the Pope's scepter in her hand, and teleported away.

After seeing Ashara's figure disappear in place, the marshal finally let go of his hanging heart.

Finally got her away...

"when--"

Just as the Marshal breathed a sigh of relief, a bell rang suddenly in her mind.

"Boom, boom, boom-"

The sound of the bell changed from slow to rapid, and the sound also changed from clear and crisp at the beginning to a deafening explosion. It seemed that some terrifying existence was approaching her quickly.

coming......

The marshal turned his head and saw the edge of the black mist, and suddenly there was a man in a white robe.

The heir of the evil god - Artusri.

"The flames of purgatory... who are you?"

Atusri's voice and face gradually became unreal, and his figure began to flicker unsteadily.

"answer me......"

......

Within the realm of purgatory.

"Chirp..."

The deer's feeble cry echoed in Purgatory, but except for the clown and the young dragon, no one could summon up any energy to reply to her.

Except for the young dragon, the clown and the fawn, everyone else, including Syl, fell into a semi-comatose state.

"Are you afraid?" The clown, who was leaning against the fawn's body, changed his posture slightly and asked, "Are you afraid of death or pain?"

The clown's expression looked extremely relaxed, and it didn't feel like he was being tortured in purgatory, but rather like he was on vacation.

"Chirp..." Xiaolu weakly responded to the clown's question.

"You're all scared, right?" The clown stretched out his hand and brushed his hair back, grinning, "It's a pity I can't have fun with you."

The little deer turned to look in the direction of the clown, pursing his mouth a little bit aggrieved.

As the spirit of nature, she has never been subjected to such torture, and the effect of this flame is not too great for her.

Just like the young dragon lying not far away in the dragon form, their race has a natural resistance to this kind of mental and soul attack.

This kind of resistance does not make them suffer less, on the contrary, it intensifies the torment of the flames on them.

Xiaolu didn't want to tell the story, so he lowered his head in aggrieved manner, gritting his teeth and holding on.

Suddenly, she felt as if she had been patted on the back.

She turned her head curiously, only to find that the clown was looking straight at her with his head tilted, and the eyes contained in the emerald green pupils were slightly permeating.

Just one look made Xiao Lu feel like he was being targeted by some top hunter.

"When you're outside, can you control the flame?" The clown asked.

At this time, the young dragon who heard the clown's words not far away opened his eyes slightly, paying attention to the clown's conversation.

"Hmm..." Xiaolu nodded, not knowing what the clown wanted to say.

Although she could move the purple flames away, she couldn't destroy them.

And even if it was moved away, it was just moving the flame from here to the obsidian platform just now, nothing more than changing the platform.

What is needed now is to temper the spirit within the flame, and moving the flame is simply superfluous.

"Can you move these flames?" the clown asked.

"Hmm..." Fawn's ears drooped again, as if he had lost the will to chat.

After hearing Xiaolu's answer, the clown got up slowly, walked in front of Xiaolu, and stood in a place away from everyone.

The clown stood still, turned to face the deer, and slowly opened his arms, as if he was embracing something.

"Come on, gather all the flames around me." The clown ordered.

"Huh? Mmmmm..." Xiaolu was taken aback when he heard the clown's words. He couldn't figure out how to answer, and just kept shaking his head.

Joker meant to shrink the flames around her?

What a joke... If these terrifying flames are compressed and gathered together, the pain will be doubled.

"Quick." The clown didn't say much, just spit out a word from his mouth.

Xiao Lu pursed his lips, imitating the way the Marshal sighed, and sighed, but he didn't learn the essence very well, so he looked a little dazed.

Facing the clown, she slowly raised her right hand, and the purple flames scattered around the clown began to gather towards the clown under her control.

After the flames in different areas overlapped, the color turned out to be a bit darker. The deer only dared to shrink a little, and stopped quickly to observe the clown's condition.

But the clown just looked at Xiaolu with a smile, didn't say anything, and signaled her to hurry up with silence.

While observing the clown's mental state, Xiaolu let the flames continue to gather in the direction of the clown.

It wasn't until the flame was so purple that it was about to turn black that Xiao Lu stopped, and refused to continue controlling the purple flame no matter what.

Moreover, Xiaolu was a little horrified to find that the clown still had a smiling face...

Even though there was a distance of about ten meters, Xiao Lu could still feel the spiritual impact brought by the ball of black fire, which made her subconsciously want to stay away.

But the clown seemed to be okay, the more the flames gathered, the more excited she looked.

"Gold...gold..." The clown tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth, and gradually revealed a crazy expression on his face, "Freedom..."

Under the burning of the unimaginable black and purple flames, the clown's spirit was slowly collapsing, while her strength was soaring rapidly.

Xiaolu has a hunch that if this continues, Miss Clown may get out of this purgatory earlier than Jinka herself.

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PS:

feature film -

【1. I confessed to a girl】

[She told me "retarded" and ignored me, so I came to the retarded bar to see if she left me any messages? 】

[2. The staff of CCTV are all at work]

[Then how do they watch the Spring Festival Gala? 】

[3. I heard that vitamins can sustain life, so I quickly threw away all the antibiotics at home]

good night~

Chapter 430 Chapter 380 Nine The Clown Who Restored His Crazy Nature (4000-word chapter)

The clown was burning in the black and purple flames, his whole body trembling involuntarily.