System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Although their muskets did not kill the clown, their behavior was like a spark, igniting the Ibiza people present.

The undead clown hanging upside down in the air is like a fuel for combustion, giving the Ibiza people below a steady stream of courage.

They rushed up angrily, almost in the form of two-on-one, three-on-one, and forcibly snatched the guns from the soldiers.

"Who told you to shoot Mr. Clown!"

"Bastard, they still dare to shoot!"

"Take all their guns!"

"Hang that factory owner!"

The angry crowd dispersed the guard team in an instant, and the guns that had been shot in their hands were like decorations, and they failed to resist the tide-like crowd at all.

At the entrance of an alley, there were two figures standing.

They looked at the clown hanging upside down in the air and the crowd who suddenly started berserk in shock, neither of them could react.

"Quick! Call for reinforcements! The target has appeared!" A figure wearing a deerstalker quickly ordered to the person next to him, "Don't use 'Shining Aura', she will also find that thing, go and call someone , I'll hold her back."

"Yes..." Another figure ran tremblingly towards the depths of the alley, and tripped over the gravel in the alley, looking very panicked.

"You bastard!" The figure who stayed where he was, spat on the ground, then picked up a pipe from the pocket of his coat, and put it in his mouth.

However, the trembling hand he had been holding the pipe just now also revealed the panic and anxiety in his heart.

Fortunately, after smoking a pipe, he finally calmed down a bit.

"Tony...Tony..." He mumbled, smoking a pipe, "You're an old man...you've been around for so long... It's time to get ahead..."

After finishing speaking, Tony seemed to have made up his mind. He quickly took out a piece of broken bone exuding evil spirits from inside the windbreaker, and chanted a spell in his mouth.

"What a horrible scene... It's like a mechanical descending... No, this is a mechanical descending..." Tony laughed at himself, "But it's even worse Like an evil god."

As the name implies, in ancient dramas, when the plot is stalemate and the dilemma is difficult to solve, a powerful god suddenly appears to solve the problem and the story can be cleaned up. This is called mechanical descent.

Tony feels that there is no scene that is more suitable for being called the Mechanical Fall than now and this one.

"Anyway, as long as you keep the person..." The broken bone in Tony's hand gradually emitted purple light.

As he grasped the broken bone's right hand hard, the broken bone pierced his palm, and a stream of purple blood flowed out from his palm.

In an instant, the purple blood turned into thousands of blood threads, rushing out of the alley and flying towards the figure in midair.

Other ordinary people are unaware of this, because this is a skill that can only be seen by people who have activated spiritual vision or have a high enough inspiration.

The clown who was hung upside down in mid-air seemed to have noticed the purple filaments rushing towards here, and she frowned slightly.

"Someone?"

Just when the clown was about to make a resisting movement, a ghostly figure appeared in front of the purple bloodshot net faster than her.

"I won't let anyone hurt my mentor..."

Fina opened her arms in mid-air.

At some point, her arms were already covered with black vines that seemed to be real. The flower buds on the vines, if you look closely, each petal has a frightened human face printed on it.

One of the buds suddenly opened, and an illusory figure stood in front of it.

The rushing purple bloodshots stopped, as if seeing something terrible, and then quickly retracted to the caster.

"Father...Father?!"

A bearded man rushed out from the dark alley. He looked at the phantom in front of him with disbelief in his eyes.

"I found you." Fina's mouth curled up into a smile, and she pointed her finger. Xu Ying took out a pipe from her coat and held it to her mouth.

Then he chanted a spell in a low voice, and a phantom fireball composed of blue spiritual light smashed towards the bearded man.

"Damn...damn! So you are a superhuman who enslaves souls?!"

The man quickly rolled to one side, avoiding the weird fireball. When he looked up again, the original light blue figure had turned into countless phantoms with different appearances, floating in the sky. Watching him quietly.

"Grandfather...Father...Uncle Jack...fantasy?" The man looked at the phantoms all over the sky, feeling a little powerless.

If he could barely deal with the phantom that was imitated as his father just now, then he couldn't resist Man Tian's soul now.

This is the general strength of crushing.

Just when the investigator was about to fall into despair, the figure hanging upside down in midair smiled and said:

"Fina, we should go."

On the ground at this time, the soldiers had been stripped of their weapons, and their hands and feet were tied with clothes and put aside.

And several overseers, after being accused of certain crimes, were stoned to death by angry crowds.

The remaining factory owners were tied behind their hands together and hung on the street lamps.

The street lamp could no longer bear the weight of these people and began to crumble.

And people are constantly stacking firewood, garbage and even charcoal under the street lamps.

As a flame rose, the factory owners who were scorched by the flames on the street lamps began to scream for help and howl.

Their skins gradually melted and festered due to the burning of the flames. Finally, when the nylon rope was burned, several tied people fell into the fire.

Under the engulfment of the flames, the screams of the factory owners stopped forever.

Chapter 129 Chapter 120 Chapter [-] Mentor... My bed is quite big

Tony leaned against the window next to him, the wound on the palm of his right hand had healed, and that weird bone also turned into dust and scattered.

When he cast that spell just now, Tony almost exhausted his mental power, and even illusory and dark murmurs began to appear in his mind.

Originally, the spell could be released successfully, but the sudden appearance of his father's figure made Tony fall into shock and confusion, and he forgot to continue casting the spell for a while.

My mind is full of thoughts, why my dead and dearest relatives stand on the opposite side of me and betray me.

This was not his own idea, but a strange force that was affecting him, causing him to involuntarily sink into the vortex of betrayal.

Seeing the benefactors and enemies who had died looking at him with hatred in the sky, Tony's heart began to collapse a little.

Just when he was about to completely collapse, all the light blue illusions in the sky disappeared instantly.

The clown and the mysterious woman who were originally in the sky were nowhere to be seen, leaving scattered pieces of paper in the sky.

Leaning against the window, he slowly sat on the ground, calming down his surging heartbeat and restless raving.

Then, Tony stretched out his trembling hand and looked at the card in his hand.

"Welcome to the Clown Gang—"

On the card, there is only a portrait of a clown and the words "Clown Gang" engraved on it.

"Where are people? Where are people? Damn it! Tony, what's wrong with you?!"

With the voice of his teammates, Tony let go of the heart he had been holding up all the time, and he passed out instantly.

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"Mentor, mentor, why didn't we continue just now? The atmosphere below is very good, and I feel that the people of Ibiza have improved their sense of identification with you. Isn't this getting closer to our goal?"

On a roof, Seale leaned against the fence, put his hands against the fence, and looked down at the card in his hand.

Fina, on the other hand, carefully wiped off the clown makeup on Syl's face with a handkerchief.

"Because stronger investigators will come, I don't want to waste time on these things." Searle said lightly, "Although the process was not very smooth, at least the ending is good."

It wasn't Syl who was hung in the air just now, but the puppet that Fina copied with her ability based on Syl's appearance.

It has almost the same movements and appearance as a real person, and it needs the cooperation of the person to make it completely.

Originally, Syl planned to remotely control the puppet and execute all the supervisors and factory owners on the ground directly in front of everyone.

But halfway through the plan, an investigator suddenly popped up and disrupted Searle's plan.

But fortunately, the factory owner was still executed, and the original main purpose - the photo, was also taken well.

This photo of the hanging trial will be printed out and spread in the Suramar area, further expanding the clown's influence.

As for having influence, Seale can start thinking about forming a reactionary force.

Most of the things in this plan were actually done by Fina—including making those small cards.

Searle still can't forget the scene of a room full of light blue phantoms drawing small cards... They are simply more accurate and faster than printers.

Forced labor of the dead, right?

Syl even wanted to open a workshop and recruit only Fina.

And tonight Syl had a preliminary understanding of Fina's ability.

Probably copying, manipulating, shaking people.

The kind that shakes the opponent's eighteen generations of ancestors to come and fight the opponent.

There are many other abilities that Fina has not shown.She definitely knows more than that.

Judging from the current ability, it is indeed very suitable for infiltration and instigating rebellion. With the cooperation of the other party, she can almost simulate an identical golem.

If she can cooperate with the dragon girl, Fina can make a completely parasitic creature and make a copy of them.

Although it is possible that Syl cannot be resurrected on those creatures, this is a very worthwhile usage.

And after these two days of riots and tonight's actions, the integration of Searle's clown card has reached 99%.

All it takes is an opportunity, or patient waiting, and Searle can promote the clown to purple card.

"Mentor, do you need to make more of those cards?" Fina asked curiously.

"No, I don't need it now." Syl shook his head lightly, looked at Fina and continued, "It's enough to release these."

"Okay!" After getting along with her all day today, Fina has completely surrendered to her mentor. Now, no matter what Syl says, Fina will not refute.

"Then tutor, is this the end of our activities tonight?" Fina seemed a little unsure, and she continued to ask, "When will you send that photo to the newspaper?"

Fina has watched the composition of this photo countless times. No matter how she looks at it, there is a terrifying and strange atmosphere in it.