The Game of Demon Hunter

Li Yanlong froze for a moment, and turned into a witch of the portal in front of him. At this time, his facial expression seemed to be constipated, the pain became more and more painful, and he began to hiccup, and a creepy cry came from the other side of the portal.

"If I were you, child! Turn around now and run away!" Knight Bart took the opportunity to step forward and drag Li Yanlong's armor back.

The entire portal began to tremble, distorted and deformed, as if it was about to disintegrate. The Chaos demon shouted with a witch's mouth: "It's coming! Don't be so rough, please be gentle with me! She is a girl now!"

"Wait!" Li Yanlong broke free from the hand of the knight Bart, ran forward, picked up the witch who was lying on the ground, and escaped with his fastest speed.

Immediately, amidst the crazier laughter of the Chaos Demon, a creature that looked like a collection of various seafood broke through the shackles of the portal and appeared in the warehouse, rapidly growing in size and expanding.

"Lord Pads!" Sister Catherine came to the side of the Sister Carrying the Banner, her face pale: "I just detected a violent void vibration in the warehouse in front, judging from the intensity, someone may have opened the chaotic rift! "

Hearing Sister Catherine's words, the trainee nuns around became visibly flustered, and even the battle nuns hesitated. If there really was a chaos invasion, their fate would be a luxury even with the existing manpower alone.

The flag-carrying nun paused heavily on the flag in her hand: "Don't panic! You cowards! For the Witch King! For our world! Chaos must be eradicated!"

"For the glory of the Witch King!" The nuns regained their morale, and under the cover of the repentant nun, they chopped down the man-eating plants blocking the door.

"Sister Missar, I need you and your sisters to report what happened here to Lord Celestine." The banner-carrying nun gave an order to the clerical nuns around her: "Only the power of the silent nun Only then can the spread of chaos be completely stopped."

"Follow the order." Headed by Sister Misar, the clerical nuns bowed their heads and saluted, and gathered together, preparing to send what happened here to the black ship through magic.

However, accidents always happen. With the shock of the building collapsing, the loud howl that resounded throughout the city caused all the casters to clutch their heads and groan in pain.

The tens of meters long tentacles stretched out in all directions, and completely razed the warehouse where Li Yanlong and the witches were hiding before. A fighting nun who was unable to dodge in time was knocked into the air by the tentacles, and fell far away in the building behind the flag-bearing nun. On the top, there was no sound.

"Keep the formation! Keep the formation!" The banner-carrying nun roared loudly, letting the panicked nuns restore their formation, but she knew very well that facing an enemy of this level, even if the fighting nuns maintained a neat battle formation, it would be impossible for them to fight. It's just a little dignified death.

"Sister Misar, can you complete the communication spell alone?" The banner-carrying nun looked at the only unaffected clerical nun and asked.

Because the unique ability of the black ship suppresses the use of most magical powers, the nuns themselves need multiple clerk nuns to jointly cast spells if they want to contact the black ship through communication spells.

Sister Misar is the oldest and most capable of the clerical nuns. Even if Pads doesn't like her very much, she has to admit that at this time, Misar Brigitte is probably the last hope. .

The banner-carrying nun has always disliked Misar's smile. No matter what time, Misar keeps her smile, like a kind big sister next door, and she often shows sympathy for mortals.

The Sister Carrying the Banner feels that these behaviors damage the image of the nuns. As the swords of the Witch King, they should be ruthless instead of amiable. Life itself is so painful, why is she so happy?

"Of course, Lord Pads, I will do my best to bring..." Sister Misar approached the side of the nun holding the flag, and before the other party could react, stabbed a crystal dagger engraved with blasphemous patterns. Into her heart, the armor was pierced like white paper: "Greetings from the Lord of Pleasure."

The eyes of the nun holding the banner widened: "Impossible...Under the majesty of...the Lord, Chaos...you, how could you hide..."

However, as Sister Misar turned the dagger in her hand, the body of Sister Banner gradually lost its vitality, and she could no longer complete her own questioning, her eyes were not closed until she died.

"Because I am still a human being, Master Pads." Sister Misar pulled out her dagger, and the soul of Sister Pads was extracted from the crystal clear crystal, and the desperate soul despaired in the crystal Hit the wall everywhere.

The fighting nuns around were all focused on the huge object that suddenly appeared, and no one noticed what happened behind them. Only the clerical nun Catherine widened her eyes and witnessed everything. The young nun relied on years of hard training to maintain Keeping his own breathing rhythm unchanged, he pretended to be like everyone else, wallowing in painful chaos.

"I can feel the flames of your jealousy burning brightly. It's a dark, painful, and troubled world, why don't you try to lighten it up?" Sister Misar put the dagger into her pocket. Arms: "The gentle, fragrant breeze will whisper to you the honor of the past, and the mirror lake will reflect your reflection, illuminating you in your most perfect form. You will be greeted with voices of praise."

Sister Misar gently laid the body of the nun holding the flag flat, and gently closed the opponent's eyes with her fingers. His movements are still solemn, as if paying tribute to the hero.

"Soft female bodies and beautiful young men fill the verdant fields, heavenly songs linger on the endless sandy beaches, soothing and soft, the sea is fragrant and pleasant, and the warm summer sun will calm your soul, The gentle washing of the waves will soothe your soul, and you will live forever in the kingdom of the Prince of Darkness." Sister Misar talked about her dream of belonging in a sleepy tone.

At the same time, a red firework bloomed above the warehouse, reflecting half of the sky red. That was the contact information given to Li Yanlong by the demon hunter. Once it appeared, the pirates would attack the black ship after receiving the signal.

If they keep their promises.

PS: First of all, there are a lot of PSs today~ About yesterday’s chapter, I want to apologize, because it was too late, it was almost four o’clock when I finished writing, and I didn’t have the energy to proofread and revise, but we didn’t expect there to be so many Mistakes, here I would like to thank @门门未光于光 for helping me find more than a dozen mistakes. I have already revised and polished that chapter at noon. Comrades, you can refresh the chapter.

PS: Let me emphasize here that Celestine, the nun of silence in the article, is a living saint in the Warhammer setting, not a nun of silence, and her hair is black, not blond as I wrote ~ because the name means Lapis lazuli, I like it very much, so I took it and used it~ Misar Brigitte, a nun who believes in Slaanesh in this chapter, has a prototype, the only nun in Warhammer who voluntarily believes in Slaanesh. Riel Sabasha, and the names of some other characters, I will explain them one by one in the pinned post~

PS: Thank you @胶虚荣耀 for your tip, and thank you @我是知道 for your tip. I found today’s tip list, and I know all the words. . . move