System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

She lowered her head slightly, but there was always a smile of unknown meaning on her face, as if she had thought of something interesting in her mind.

But the association in her mind gradually made her unable to control herself.

Following an undetectable golden light, her thoughts ran wild like a wild horse, and countless chaotic knowledge blasted into her brain violently.

But the more this happened, the more her body stopped trembling, and she seemed calmer.

"Chirp..."

The little deer seemed to realize something, and let out a weak cry.

In Xiao Lu's eyes, the older sister who had a scary smile in front of her gradually became a little strange.

Those purple flames, as if resonating with the marshal's curse, also resonated with the clown.

Her eyes gradually returned to indifference, and a strange purple was reflected in the emerald green pupils.

Looks... nothing like the tempering the Marshal received in the flames...

"Chirp!"

Xiaolu began to realize that something was wrong, and she quickly manipulated the flames to spread away from the clown, but it seemed that it was too late.

While Syl was semi-conscious, the clown who had lost Syl's control seemed to have completely entered her own state.

Not long after the deer dispersed the flames, the figure of the clown suddenly disappeared in place, leaving only the deer staring blankly at the sea of ​​flames where the clown was no longer in front of him.

There was a bad premonition welling up in Xiao Lu's heart.

She turned her head and looked in Syl's direction.

The deer subconsciously wanted to bend down and stretch out his head to lick Syl's face, hoping to wake her up.

But because there is still a missionary behind, the deer can't directly reach Syl with his tongue.

After trying for a while, Xiao Lu remembered to reach out and poke Searle.

"Chirp..."

The deer uttered a weak cry as if she had done something wrong, but her call could not wake up Syl at this time.

Fawn looked at the missionary Syl and the Black Emperor who were lying beside him, then looked at the lover who was leaning on the other side of him, and finally set his eyes on the young dragon lying on his stomach not far away.

She saw that the young dragon kept opening his eyes slightly, looking in his direction.

The young dragon seemed to have witnessed the whole process very calmly, and didn't even make any sound to disturb.

"Chirp..."

The little deer wanted to ask the young dragon for help, but the young dragon didn't seem to want to talk to the little deer. It just shrank back, covered its face with its wings, and refused to communicate.

Syl didn't know that after he fell into a semi-consciousness, his character cards gradually lost control and returned to their original nature...

At the same time, in the distant outskirts of Sholazar, the capital of the Norse Empire, a figure in a dark red suit appeared in the open wilderness.

The surrounding area of ​​the wilderness is full of bones, but the strange thing is that there is no bone under the clown's feet, as if a large area has been cleared out by something.

"Ha..." The clown took a deep breath, then took another quick breath, and looked at Sorazar in the distance.

In the clown's vision far beyond ordinary people, she could clearly see the situation on Sholazar's side.

There was dead silence, and the bustling capital in the past seemed like a ghost town, with no trace of people at all.

This is a city that has been slaughtered... and the bones all over the clown are the only proof that there were people in the city.

The clown seemed to lose interest in Sorazar in an instant, after she moved her neck a little, she stretched out her hand and snapped her fingers lightly.

"clatter--"

Accompanied by the sound of snapping his fingers, the clown swelled rapidly, turning into a slender figure three meters high, covered in a robe made of black mist.

But different from previous transformations, the seal-like cloth strips wrapped around her body have disappeared, revealing the things under the seal.

Her hands, without the strips of cloth, exposed the dark red skin underneath, which was as thin as a mummy.

And her palm had already mutated into a huge monster claw, and her arms could even directly touch the ground when she lowered her arms.

And her face was shrouded in a cloud of mist, and she could only recognize who it was by relying on her gray-green hair...

Just one look at this eerie slender ghost can make people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, as if she is the embodiment of fear.

The semi-mythical form of the clown seems to have lifted the seal after being burned by the purple fire and completed the evolution.

She raised her right leg slowly, as if to walk.

But the clown barely moved, and her figure had already disappeared in place, appearing hundreds of meters away, leaving only a trail of black mist that continued to dissipate.

It's a lot faster than teleportation...

In two seconds, the clown completed dozens of such weird movements, and came to a small town near Sholazar.

Unlike Sholazar, this snow-covered town is full of "life".

A bright orange flame was burning in the small town, and the sound of screams, roars and cries spread along with the thick smoke produced by the flames.

Countless people had their hands tied behind their backs and were piled up at the gate of the town like goods, allowing them to cry and struggle.

At the same time, a steady stream of heretics in black robes escorted the townspeople who were still alive to the gate.

If you look carefully, you can see some places not covered by snow around the piled up people, and you can also see the traces of the formation.

blood sacrifice...

A smile finally appeared on the clown's face shrouded in mist.

She slowly opened her mouth wide to an unbelievable extent, and let out a hoarse scream like a dying person.

【Scream of Fear】

This terrifying scream directly covered the entire town, no matter whether it was a commoner, an extraordinary person or a cultist, they all stopped their movements.

As if they were inspired by something, they slowly raised their heads and looked at the slender ghost outside the small town shrouded in darkness.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

In the next second, I don't know who screamed first, the whole town started to riot, and people exploded with unprecedented potential because of fear, and began to want to break free like crazy, losing their minds and heading in different directions run.

Seeing this scene, the clown slowly closed his mouth, and the black mist robe on her body began to condense into a long sickle, with sawtooth and blood grooves on the terrifying sickle blade.

In the next second, the slender and strange figure of the clown appeared in front of several heretics.

They raised their heads and looked at the tall figure flickering in front of them in horror. The moment they saw her face, their rationality was instantly overwhelmed, and extreme fear surged into their hearts.

When their fear reached the extreme and were on the verge of collapse, the sickle hanging above their heads slowly fell, harvesting their lives like a doomsday judgment.

After this round of fear was harvested, the figure of the clown disappeared in place, leaving only the people who were still running around because of fear.

It could be hours before people come back from their horror and realize that all the cultists have had their heads cut off.

This hunting feast began to spread from the Norse Empire, and it has begun to harvest the entire Northern Territory with lightning speed...

......

Great Saaya Empire, Surama City.

"Om-"

Spiritual alarms sounded in the brains of every semi-mythical transcendent in Suramar.

They all looked in the direction of the black mist border in unison, with expressions of surprise and uncertainty on their faces.

Even their brains were frantically urging them to flee Suramar, far away, but they didn't even know what was happening on the border.

At this moment, in the meeting room of the Light Alliance resident outside Suramar City, the semi-mythical powerhouse and the superhuman with high spirituality all froze in place, looking towards the door of the meeting room.

Ashara, who was sitting on the main seat, also noticed the frequent alarms from spirituality, and at the same time looked towards the direction of the meeting room door.

That direction is also the direction of the black mist border...

Not long after I left, what happened over there?

The appearance of the marshal urging him to leave just now seemed a little hasty.

Now that Ashara thought about it, she felt a little strange.

Could it be... the marshal knew what was going to happen?

Is she in trouble?

Need to send reinforcements quickly...

Ashara quickly came to her senses and cleared her throat.

"Cough cough."

Ashara's voice attracted the attention of the others. At this moment, everyone was looking at Ashara's direction, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

Even they who were so far away could feel the terrifying aura that came from the border just now.

This feeling made everyone feel a little scared.

Even their semi-mythical powerhouses can feel such a strong spiritual alarm.

If you are directly at the border, don't you just go crazy because you see something that you can't look directly at?

What happened to the frontier?

Could it be that the evil god descended in person?

In their view, only when the evil god descends in person can it trigger such a long-distance and large-scale spiritual alarm, because they can't imagine any more.

And looking at Pope Ashara's calm expression, she seems to know what happened at the border?

"Your Majesty the Pope... the breath just now was..." Only Locke dared to ask this question in the meeting room.

And the question that Locke raised happens to be what everyone cares about.

They even suspected that Ashara suddenly and urgently reconvened the meeting because of what happened at the border.

Soon, they realized that they hadn't misunderstood, and Ashara had indeed called the meeting for border matters.

But it is not to discuss how to retreat, but to let them support the border.

When Ashara expressed the idea of ​​supporting the border, she was opposed by almost all members of the Alliance of Light.

How can the spiritual alarm that can be felt from such a distance go to support?

The reason why the spiritual alarm sounded was precisely because it sounded when encountering an enemy that was absolutely irresistible.