System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"jingle--"

A dense sound, like the continuous ringing of wind chimes, erupted from the clown's right hand.

Numerous pieces of prismatic translucent star fragments shot out from the mark in the clown's hand. The moment they shot out, they were stained with purple flames, dragging the faint light of the purple flames, covering the entire field of view of the clown.

Originally, it was just a weapon with small power and wide range, but under the blessing of the purple flame, the power was raised to a frightening level.

Countless starlight dragged the purple fire and flew towards the direction of the black mist in an instant.

In just an instant, the star fragments pierced Heiwu's body overwhelmingly, and then couldn't maintain its shape, shattered and disappeared.

For a moment, the huge Artusli in the sky was instantly pierced into a hedgehog shining with purple light.

Those stardust fragments collapsed and disappeared after touching Artusli, but those purple flames instantly spread all over Artusli's body with the help of the stardust.

"Ughhhhhhhh!!!"

Finally, Artusri let out the first scream since hatching.

The gate of purgatory behind him shrank and disappeared in an instant, and the whole writhing sticky black mist also shrank instantly under the burning of the purple flame.

Finally, Artusri gave up maintaining such a huge semi-mythical form, quickly shrunk his size, and turned back into the appearance of an adult man.

The flames scorched his entire front, his skin began to turn black, and a black liquid like oil flowed down from the burnt wound.

Just when Artusri was about to extinguish the flames on his body, a gloved hand stretched out from behind him to his eyes.

"You can't bother her yet..."

"do you understand?"

"Endless panic..."

Artusri's consciousness was instantly stripped away, and he was brought into the clown's world of fear.

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PS:

Mentally handicapped link——

[1. Why do two men talk about a showdown when they fight? 】

【2. Yeah, I'm 1 meters, and if I grow another 59 centimeter, I'll be 1 meters long】

[3. If you make a poisonous oath to deceive people, you will be struck by lightning. Why does no one in TW use this to generate electricity?]

good night~

Chapter 434 Chapter 390 Chapter 4000 Syl in the Eyes of the Clown ([-] word chapter)

Before Artusli recovered from the burning of the purple flame, his spirit and consciousness were instantly pulled into an unknown space.

This is a bustling city that looks like Suramar before it was corrupted by the black mist.

At this time, the weather in Suramar was clear, people were coming and going, and there was a scene of peace and bustle.

And the one who entered this space together was the clown.

However, the clown at this time did not continue to maintain a semi-mythical form, and so did Artusri, who was wearing a white robe and stood facing the clown.

The two stood in the center of the downtown street, staring at each other, without moving their eyes for a long time.

Artusri moved his eyes away first, and after a brief glance around, he looked at the clown and shook his head: "I can't be trapped here, you know."

"It will be a while." The clown didn't seem to care, and walked to the side of the street lamp with his back against the lamppost. "Just relax and watch a show."

Not long after the clown finished speaking, screams and shouts came from behind Artusri.

"Hey! Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Don't fucking get in the way!"

Atusli's body didn't move, he let the sound of horseshoes approaching behind him, and then felt a violent impact, and after a whirl of heaven and earth, You felt the sharp pain of being crushed.

The reason why Artusli didn't evade was because he knew that all of this was not real, it was just an exquisite illusion trick.

No matter how many words die inside, He will not suffer any harm, at most he will suffer some mental breakdown.

But the heir of the evil god will not be defeated by such a spiritual attack... In terms of spiritual power, he with the blessing of divinity will not lose to any living body.

What he has to do now is to find the flaw of this extraordinary ability in the shortest possible time and get out from here.

Because he had a feeling in his heart... If he stayed here for too long, something bad might happen outside.

With Atusri's death, the surrounding scenes shifted instantly.

This time it was replaced by the icy Northen Empire. The two stood by the seaside of Port Garson, and in the distance a giant ship blessed by magic was heading towards them.

"Even if Syl does something in my domain, what's the use?" Artusri shook his head, looked at the clown standing not far away and closed his eyes, and asked, "As long as she stays inside , will become stronger."

"And my purpose is to make her stronger, just for our cooperation."

During the conversation, the uncontrolled giant ship was already bursting into flames, rolling over in the direction of Artusli.

Accompanied by a loud bang, Artusli's body was completely crushed under the boat by the steam ship, and his life and death were uncertain.

The scene switched again, and this time, it was changed to Sholazar, where everyone was burning a bonfire in the snow and ice, as if they were celebrating some unique festival.

Facing Altusri's inquiry, the clown still didn't respond, and closed his lips, as if he didn't want to answer him.

Atusli, who had been crushed into a pulp just now, was sitting on a wooden bench intact, with a warm bonfire in front of him.

"Although I don't know why you can advance to this level without relying on the gods, Syl is different from you," Artusli continued chattering as if he didn't listen, "She is a system I know well."

"As long as she evolves to a certain level, she can awaken that existence, and Syl can also contribute her body to let it come to the world...just like what I am preparing now."

Artusli didn't seem to have any scruples, so he revealed his plan in front of the clown.

"Yes." The clown nodded, and responded speechlessly, "You're right."

Obviously, the clown didn't listen to what he was saying at all.

But at this moment, Artusli suddenly got up and walked directly towards the bonfire in front of him.

Even though the flames of the bonfire had burned the hem of his white robe, he still didn't stop, but stepped on it.

He didn't seem to feel the scorching of the bonfire, and smiled as he looked in the direction of the clown.

"So that's how it is..." Artusli, who was burned in the bonfire, said slowly before the flames spread to his whole body, "You can feel the pain too..."

After hearing Altusli's words, the clown slowly raised his head and looked at Altusli.

This fact won't be hidden for long, the clown just didn't expect to be discovered by his heirs so soon.

In order to ensure that Artusli was trapped inside and not directly use his huge mental power to break through the illusion, the clown used all his mental power to barely keep Artusli in the illusion.

Naturally, Artusli could realize this quickly, because it was impossible to control him with pure illusion, and the woman in front of him must have used other methods.

Atusli has found the way to trap himself now, and it is a matter of time to crack it.

With Artusri's "death", the scene switched instantly.

But just before the scene was switched for a second, the scene became blurred again.

The scene is switching crazily, even the speed has reached the situation where the naked eye can't see what it is.

The clown and Artusli both stood in place, only the clown frowned slightly.

She could feel that her whole body was being invaded by an unbearable pain.

That kind of pain is not the kind of torment that is just excruciatingly painful like in the realm of purgatory, but the real pain of excruciating pain over and over again.

Gradually, the surrounding scenes could no longer maintain the switching, and after going through several rounds, they completely collapsed and scattered into fragments.

The entire space turned into a pure white wide space, which could no longer simulate the real situation, and a trace of blood overflowed from the clown's mouth.

Her mental strength is almost reaching its capacity... If she continues to "die" like this, she will definitely collapse and die before that favored one.

The clown doesn't even need to worry about how the favored man did it, he must have more cards in his hand than he imagined.

At this time, the clown is constantly experiencing the process of death and resurrection mentally.

Due to the interval between death and resuscitation, the clown's thinking also began to become incoherent.

Almost before she could start thinking, she was forcibly interrupted by the sudden "death", and then revived again, and the cycle began again and again.

This kind of high-intensity mental oppression is also reflected in the clown's body.

Her brain had begun to be unable to bear such a death, her eyes were seeping blood, and her body was also twitching unconsciously, like an epileptic.

At this time, the clown only needs to get rid of the state of [Endless Fear] at the next moment of resurrection, and she will be able to escape from this suffering.

But she didn't.

Because if [Endless Fear] is released at this time, the charge of [Stardust Flying Blade] has been exhausted, and she has no way to open Artusri's mental gap again to imprison him.

So it cannot be lifted.

"cough--"

A pool of dark red blood coughed up from the corner of the clown's mouth, and her super power was in an extremely unstable state, even destroying her own body.

Artusli looked at the scene in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.He knew that it would not be long before the woman in front of him would take the initiative to dispel this illusion.

No one can withstand such a high-intensity death cycle, and Artusli is only relying on divinity to suppress the pain and mental pressure caused by death.

The woman in front of her without the blessing of divinity can't last long at all.

Artusli slightly slowed down the speed of mental self-destruction, and gave the woman in front of him a little breathing room, giving her enough time to relieve the environment.

At this time, the clown also stopped twitching. The dark red suit on her upper body was completely stained black with blood, and her face was also extremely pale, like a dying person.

"Ahem...cough cough..." A large mouthful of blood was spit out with the clown's cough. This little breathing opportunity allowed her to complete the actions of vomiting blood instead of letting the blood flow in the lungs. piled up inside.

It can be seen from all aspects that the Joker is close to the limit.

If the death cycle just now is repeated, her mental body may completely collapse, and her real body will also become an empty shell without a soul.

"You seem to be working for that Saintess of Syl," Artusli said slowly as he walked towards the clown, "I can consider sparing your life, after all, she is about to become the Goddess of Hope. body, we will all be allies..."