The Game of Demon Hunter

The witcher picked up a diamond-shaped crystal emitting fluorescence from the ground. Some dim white light shrouded the surrounding area for nearly three meters, and there were still some bloodstains on the crystal.

"This is our commonly used fluorescent crystal, a specialty of the New World." Effilar said in a low voice, because the blood on the crystal had solidified, and it seemed that they were still some distance away from the original owner of the crystal.

But the witcher found more and more bloodstains on the ground. As soon as they walked over, even Althea, who had little experience in this area, could tell that the nun was in a very bad situation.

"We continue to move forward. Her wound is getting worse and worse, and she can't go far." Under the light of the fluorescent crystal, the witcher grabbed a handful of blood-stained soil, carefully distinguishing the parts that are not soil: "While it is regrettable, it is more likely that we saw a body."

"There's something wrong with that nun's wound, and I smell the stench of chaos in the blood." The witcher walked forward holding the fluorescent crystal, and the small voice behind him could hardly be heard: "And the smell here The taste is completely different, Nurgle, Khorne, who else will come to mix it up next? Really, it's lively!"

Contrary to the witcher's expectations, although the nun's injury was serious, it seemed that an unknown force drove her to never give up, ignoring the physical injury. The group walked for nearly twenty minutes, during which time the ranger and the witcher slaughtered a patrol of aberrations that followed, only to see a nun leaning on the wall and kneeling on the ground in the distance.

The nun lowered her head as if she was asleep, her long sword stuck in the ground, her forehead pressed against the hilt, and one side of her body pressed against the wall to keep herself from falling. One hand was stretched forward, palm up, holding a skull-shaped necklace. In order to maintain this posture, the nun nailed the arm to the wall with a dagger, and the other hand hung powerlessly on the ground.

There is no doubt that this is a battle nun belonging to the Crimson Shroud. Even without the armor with complicated decorations, the witcher can recognize it. The head is almost the same as that of Effilar, the iconic silver hair.

The witcher walked up to the nun, and picked up the necklace from her hand. The shape of the necklace reminded him of the ring he got before, [Ring of Purity].

He could feel that the nun's body temperature had disappeared. In other words, the nun had been dead for nearly half an hour. Considering the stuffy environment here, it might take a little longer. Despite her efforts, this is the final destination of this strong warrior.

"Maybe you know what this necklace does?" The witcher handed the necklace to Effilar: "A thing she considers more important than her own life may explain why she is here and why The wound is infected by Chaos."

The witcher gestured to Effilar, stepped forward to slowly lay down the nun's body, and pointed at the nun's almost black wound. The wound wasn't deep, but it was clear that the chaotic breath on it made the whole injury worse, and finally took the life of this strong nun.

"Her name is Ingrid Brown." Effilar read out the name engraved on the back of the necklace, opened the interlayer of the necklace, and sighed: "There is a memory gem in the necklace, which can record some voices. I I think what she protects with her life is inside."

"Let her walk decently, and then we..." The witcher didn't finish his sentence, and the ranger who had been guarding behind to prevent the aberrant attack ran over.

"Head! I think it should be that guy's position!" Ranger said eagerly: "Suddenly appeared in front once, and then disappeared quickly, but I think we are very close!"

"Let's go!" The witcher stood up, pulled out Sister Ingrid's long sword on the ground, and threw it to Effilar: "The time is running out, but the glory of the warrior will continue to be passed on in the weapon, This is the tradition of our Seris. Take this sword, and whoever kills her will surely pay back with blood."

Then the witcher walked forward without looking back: "But now, let's deal with the enemies in front of us!"

The witch Altea whispered: "Let's go, we will come back. Those who come back alive will give her a decent funeral. In the face of chaos, even enemies should help each other."

"You have to know that most witches fall into the hands of nuns and won't be treated like this." Effilar was pulled forward by the witch and chased after the figure of the witcher: "Don't you hate us?"

"Our innate talent has brought enough hatred to witches. Witches only want to live quietly in the future, just like ordinary people." Althea's voice was a little bit in the running Panting: "You are our hope. If something unexpected happens soon, I will send you away first. For the Witch Union, you are very important!"

Effilar shook his head, picked up the witch, and ran forward: "It's useless, if there is no blood pressure from the witcher, the Sisters of the Heart of the Sincere can find it even across the entire sea of ​​​​storms." The void concussion I caused. What you do will only lead to a new round of holy wars by the nuns against the witches."

"The determination of the witches is greater than you can imagine." The witch who was carried on her shoulders felt that she was about to vomit out with the bumps: "Instead of waiting hopelessly for the arrival of death, we would rather do our best to Fight for that glimmer of hope!"

"Head, it should be here. I felt that monster just now!" The ranger walking in the front put his ear on the fleshy wall at the end of the passage, as if he wanted to listen to the voice behind the wall: "My perception distance is 500 meters, it must be somewhere behind here!"

The witcher stabbed his long sword into the fleshy wall with all his strength. He felt like his sword had been pierced into bulletproof rubber. He pierced more than half of the 140 cm long sword before he felt it. The resistance has changed slightly, and the wall is nearly one meter thick!

Effilar, who was carrying the witch, walked to the wall, and put the witch who kept her mouth tightly shut and tried not to spit it out on the ground: "Can you go over?"

"Is it possible or not? We must go there!" The witcher said decisively, and then used the dagger to draw a long wound on his chest obliquely, and the blood flowed wantonly with the dagger.

He opened his arms, as if wanting to embrace the wall, and stuck his whole body on it. The fleshy wall seemed to be splashed with sulfuric acid, making a sizzling sound, and amidst the bursts of white smoke, the witcher just melted into the wall.

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