Sister Pads, who was still standing on the battlefield, seemed to have been frozen in time, and fell to the ground with the words of the Demon Hunter, and all of her limbs were cut off, like a broken building block.

The demon hunter walked away with his sword and package as he came, feeling a little uneasy in his heart. Will the believers of Slaanes expose all their power so simply? What are they obviously delaying time?

This uneasiness made Xu Yichen a little anxious. After thinking about it, he felt that the only place where there might be a problem was the witches. At the center of the storm, or in other words, the witch, Aifeilar, who directly caused the storm, what kind of secret is hidden in her body? He actually made the Witch King and the evil god in chaos pay attention to her at the same time?

As a former nun, Aifelal's psychic energy obviously appeared after tomorrow. The nuns seemed to have created something that even the Witch King was surprised. As a four-good young man in the new era who was deeply educated by imperialism, Xu Yichen deeply understood the essence of the New China. If someone wanted something, it proved that it was valuable, so he got it first and then studied it slowly.

After confirming that this seemingly frightening chaos monster did not have the perverted recovery ability of Misal, the demon hunter hurriedly explained and set off for the witch's position.

From the appearance of Xu Yichen, to the elimination of the monster transformed by Sister Pads, to the departure, it took a total of twenty-two seconds. It was as pretentious as the wind, and always accompanied you.

Until the figure of the Demon Hunter disappeared into the ruins, the ranger still kept holding the package with his hands, but his empty embrace made him wonder if he had hallucinations because of too much pressure. It seemed that the Demon Hunter had arrived just now?

The ranger looked around and subconsciously skipped the victims who were performing the Eighteen Forbidden plot, and then couldn't help but move back to his eyes, and found that the clerk nuns who were already very good at physical fitness were almost exhausted at this time.

With the idea of ​​saving a life and building a seven-level pagoda, the ranger quickly came to the monster that was supposed to be [old enemy] but now he has become a pillar of humans: "Are you ready to die? Monster? Atone for what you do!"

Although Sister Pads was not the murderer who directly killed the militia, the nuns who believed in Slaanesh became part of her. The ranger stepped on the other party's collarbone and pulled the long bow in his hand to the greatest extent at the distance face to face. The long arrow on the bowstring pointed at the other party's eyes.

Sister Pads's eyes were calm. Faced with the inevitable death, she seemed to have become the devout nun again. After getting rid of the never-ending whispering of Slaanes in his ears, Pads finally recovered a little bit of consciousness. She murmured: "What a farce, the whole battle has no honor. My poor sisters, you are all deceived by the Witch King..."

The ranger's arrow directly penetrated the opponent's nun Pads' right eye, penetrated his brain along the socket, and nailed it to the road behind his head. The arrow wound, with a flame symbolizing anger, fixed the monster's head to the ground.

Sister Pads looked at the combat nuns who were dragged out of the battlefield by the rangers not far away, and tried hard to look in the direction of the clerical nuns, but due to the angle, she could not complete this task.

"Kill me, don't let me go too well. My sins are unforgivable. My hands are covered with the blood of my sisters." Sister Pads said calmly, as if her consciousness had not affected her at all after her brain was pierced: "My soul is confined in this cage and will never be liberated. Burn me to death, dissolve me, and do not leave it at all."

The cold arrows were nailed through another eye socket and penetrated her brain. Before Pads lost his ability to think, the last sentence he heard was: "As you wish."

This monster, whose body is the fallen nun and whose soul is the only one who is attracted by Misal, has a great expectation, and is thus taken away by the ranger with one arrow.

In order to ensure that there is no trouble left, the ranger almost nailed the opponent's head into a hornet's nest before he was willing to give up. I don't know when it started, but the imaginative voice behind him stopped, and after Pads died, the effect of the spell disappeared.

Several unlucky nuns of the clerk almost lost consciousness immediately after the spell failed. Only one with a relatively good figure said in a trembling voice: "Shui..."

Looking at the naked nuns, the unconscious nuns, the muddy nuns, and the dismembered former nuns, the Ranger remembered the words before the Demon Hunter left: "The rest is left to you."

The ranger's face had a black line, and his hand that could still aim stably between life and death was trembling at this moment. For his reputation, he was a little confused. Should he go there or... reserved to go there again?

"Namo Gatlin...Master, even if I turn three thousand and six hundred times in one breath, I will still be impure! I'm here!" The single ranger who has been single for more than 20 years unscrewed his kettle and walked over with great curiosity.

On the other side, the Nun Silent was walking through the ruins with the nun of the paper in red, and the young man Carl who had been with them before was gone.

At that time, after hearing the sound of Rick detonating the alchemy bomb, the demon hunter disappeared in front of the three people in almost the blink of an eye. Even Celistein, who reacted the fastest, only captured a figure of his back. He lost the bonus of [Faith Armed Forces] and broke the oath of peace. The strength of the Silent Nun has greatly reduced, and he could only take two people behind him and chase him.

The previous powerful speeches about punishing traitors were like farting in the face of absolute strength. Of course, the young man Carl didn't understand such things, while the nun in red kept silent wisely and did not mention this again. But in Celistein's heart, it was like a turbulent wave.

The four words "The Black Ship Nun" have been horizontally facing the world for nearly a hundred years. Among the insiders, it is almost an unmentioned nightmare. Even the power of the church has maintained restraint under the pressure of the Witch King. However, in recent years, in more and more places, the nuns' actions have been resisted, not from other large forces, but one lone wolf like the previous demon hunter.

In the village, in the pub of the port, the nuns have been attacked in the last four years almost exceeding the previous hundred years combined! Especially two years ago, the ancient Cyris Empire brazenly sank the black ship-Cinnabar Hand as an official identity, because they attacked a coastal village of the Cyris without notice.

The sisters of the Cinnabar Hands found an awakened son of disaster in that small village. According to convention, the combat nuns would eliminate all those who might have come into contact with Chaos. As a result, a team of passing Cyris adventurers discovered and stopped their behavior. The fierce Cyris adventurers almost defeated the formation of the nuns with a destructive force.

Under the leadership of the nun holding the flag, less than half of the nuns were temporarily extinguished their anger and retreated all the way to the docking position of the Cinnabar Handbag. However, as if stabbing a hornet's nest, adventurers who appeared from all directions along the way surrounded the team of nuns layer by layer. In the end, none of them successfully got on the Cinnabar Handbag, most of them were honored to be killed, and the only few remaining wounded were detained and arrested.

The silent nun on the ship held the sacred flag of the Witch King and negotiated with the traditional forces of Seris. As a result, he was knocked out by a mysterious person of unknown origin after getting off the ship.

Under such circumstances, the captain of the Cinnabar Hand forced the wrath of the nuns and drove the black ship out of the port, trying to report the changes here to the Witch King, but was directly sunk by the Saris naval master and was less than fifty nautical miles offshore. There was no warning shot, but it was sunk directly, and there was no rescue.

Three days later, the Silent Nun was publicly executed and beheaded at Caishikou. This was not the case. The Seris were even more angry than the nuns, as if they were offended! Nearly eighty magic warships that were larger than the black ships suddenly sailed out of the Seris dock, starting from the Sea of ​​South Seris and all the way to the Wo Bay in Yingzhou. Like a comb, in three weeks, the Shiris Tear and Eternal Candlelight in this area will be sunk!

Only the Fearless Heart escaped by luck and returned to the new world with its superb driving skills. Faced with Cyris' provocation, Celestein remembered that the two great witch kings, Edison and Magnetic Storm, responded quickly and turned into lightning and headed to the land of sin.

But unexpectedly, three days later, Seris and the Witch Kings signed a non-aggression agreement, and the two Witch Kings, the Silent Nuns, had not heard from their colleagues for a long time. Although the Silent Nuns did not speak, they were not stupid. They were the most guards of the Witch Kings, and they knew the Witch Kings better than others.

Although the Witch King is great and noble, they are still mortals, and they will conflict with each other, hurt, angry, and happy. Celistein knew very well that in this conflict, the Emperor of the Cyris was the final winner.

Now, another unscrupulous Cialis, who stomped the enemies of chaos that the nuns could hardly confront head-on, and stomped to death like mice like mice. As the youngest silent nun, Celistein could feel that the world was undergoing huge changes. She wanted to participate and figure out what was going on. In her eyes, the mysterious and powerful Cialis was the best goal.

"Sir Celistein, I feel a faint void shock coming from the east." The nun in red suddenly stopped and said to the east: "I'm afraid it's one of the traitors we are looking for. I can feel the desecrated mark of the Holy Word."

The nun of Silence glanced at Carl, turned around and took the nun in red to the other direction. If a mortal, who had been in close contact with Chaos in normal times, would probably be burned to death by the nuns in the square, but now, don't anger the Cyris.

The boy Carl had a beast-like intuition. Although he didn't know what these women did, he felt a little danger as soon as the Demon Hunter left. Taking advantage of the sudden hearing of these two women, the alert boy accelerated without looking back and disappeared into the ruins.

Ignoring that mortal, the nun of the clerk around Celistein soon discovered that the psychic fluctuation was deliberately seducing them. Whenever they lost their target, the shock would appear in front of them in time and point out the direction.

"Sir, should we continue to move forward?" asked the nun in red with some anxiety. The humiliation and setbacks encountered today made the proud nun learn to be cautious: "Maybe those traitors are lying in front of us, waiting for us to fall into the trap."

"Nun, pay attention to your words and deeds." Celistein glanced at her: "Prudence is a virtue, but excessive caution means timidity! Be prepared to cast spells, even if I lose the power of the oath, I am still a qualified warrior!"

The nun of the paper, Catherine, sat on Misal's living chair before, and she could feel the warm blood flowing hard in the blood vessels under her body as the heart beats; the lungs of the sacrificed person were pressing against her back one after another with the rhythm of her breathing; the blood soaked her robe, and the smooth touch made Catherine feel a burst of nausea.

This is not the most trouble for her. In her body, the chaos egg left by Misal is brewing. As long as Misal has a thought, she will be completely absorbed by this thing as a nutrient, and even her soul will be sucked in. Then, as a pure chaos creature, she will be reborn in her old shell.

Behind Catherine's ear, a long tongue was licking her earlobe. This was a fallen nun who could not see the human form at all. He was the victim of Misal's staying to guard her or cooperating with her to act.

Misal did not turn her into a fallen man, but hoped that she would return to the camp as a survivor. Misal promised that someone would find her here to save her poor sister.

"From now on, you are still the loyal nun of the Witch King. I will not ask you to provide me with any information. I have had enough of the Witch King and the nun!" Misal dug out Catherine's kidney with a smile: "My target is a witch, the witch we transported all the way! Don't worry, this small injury will not be fatal, and it can also prevent anyone from finding out that you have any problems."

"The thing in your body is called Chaos Egg. You may not understand it, but it doesn't matter. You just need to know that the thing will bear fruit in four hours." Misal carefully tasted the organ in his hand: "It tastes pretty good. You should understand our style. If Chaos Egg hatchs in your body, the fate will be very miserable."

The severe pain made Catherine unable to answer Misal's words, and the heavy bleeding made her feel her heartbeat became weak.

"Your only chance is to transfer this thing to Epheral." Misal stretched out his hand and smoothed the wound on Catherine's belly. The flesh and blood were like plasticine in her hands, and she could be rubbed and rounded at will: "It's always necessary to kiss her like me when others are not paying attention. It's a very simple task, but it can save your life."

Before leaving, Misal flew and kissed Catherine: "The decision is up to you, should you save yourself or that witch? May the Witch King bless you, Catherine."

Catherine, bound by blood vessels and intestines on the seat, estimated time in her heart, suddenly opened her eyes and turned into a sharp blade, cutting off the things that bound her in an instant!

The Fallen Behind her was almost unresistingly pierced by Catherine's chest, and the blade cut across her nose instantly left her body.

After shaking the blood on the weapon cleanly, Sister Catherine's hands returned to the shape of a slender jade hand. Looking at the combat nun who was made into a chair, the head inserted on the top of the backrest was looking at herself with wide eyes, as if her own experience was not as surprising as the scene she saw.

"Sorry, I'm a witch." Catherine whispered this sentence in the ear of the head, and in the nun's incredible gaze, she pierced her brain with her right hand that had turned into a steel cone, ending her pain.
Chapter completed!