The Game of Demon Hunter

The demon hunter had an overly indulgent pale face, and the [Shadow of Silence] robe he was originally wearing was tied in a knot and he didn't know what was inside. Holding the sword in one hand and the package in the other, Xu Yichen finally crawled out of the tunnel from the exit, stood under the sun, and took a deep breath against the sea breeze.

They hacked each other underground with Sister Slaanesh for more than half an hour, but in the end the witcher still relied on his own [Red Time] characteristic, and repeated the same trick, dismembering each other to pieces for an unknown number of times. Finally, when Xu Yichen was able to complete the achievement of the corpse-shattering maniac again, this nun, who was like an undead Xiaoqiang, finally honestly scattered and landed in a space of nearly ten meters around him, without reuniting and resurrecting again.

The worried witcher waited by the side for nearly five minutes, only to find that the minced meat on the ground was still motionless. However, the cautious Xu Yichen, instead of letting go of the enemy's corpse, dug a pit, took off his robe, and laid it on the bottom of the pit. Then carefully remove the remains of the surrounding nuns from the ground, walls, and ceiling, and gather them together.

Relying on his nose, which is very sensitive to chaos, he was sure that the pile of things on his clothes was all of Sister Slaanesh's, without missing a single bit.

Whistling the tune of "Today Is a Good Day", the witcher used his long sword to carefully cut up the corpses in the pit more evenly. This behavior of chopping dumpling stuffing was already the first time he had done on Sister Slaanesh. The second use, the technique becomes more proficient.

Stirring the meat paste in the pit with his hands, the witcher nodded in satisfaction. It was fat and thin, without obvious skinny feeling, it seemed that it was all chopped up. Amidst the cheerful whistle, he cut the veins on his wrist, and the blood poured drop by drop on the meat paste in the pit. With the stirring of the long sword, the sound of sulfuric acid corroding protein echoed in the dark tunnel. With the tune of "Today Is a Good Day", it looks extraordinarily creepy.

As the blood and Slaanesh's flesh and blood were fully combined, faint moans were mixed with the witcher's ditty, echoing in the tunnel, adding to the terrifying scene.

Hearing this voice, the smile on Xu Yichen's face became even stronger, and he whistled louder. This Misar really still had a trace of consciousness left! The stirring movements of the witcher's hands became faster, and from time to time he had to re-cut the healed wound to replenish the blood. As the witcher's blood drained, the flesh and tissue in the pit became less and less, turning into a pile of pink and purple ashes.

As the panting in the air stopped, and after he was convinced that his blood had corroded all the opponent's tissues, the witcher showed a satisfied smile like an old farmer who had worked hard for a year and finally reaped the fruits.

Xu Yichen packed all the ashes left by Slaanesh's nun after being dissolved with the robe that was placed at the bottom of the pit. He still felt a little worried. Meeting such a difficult guy once is enough. Killing her is simply physical strength. live.

Just like that, the witcher, who finally stood on the ground, opened his arms. Before he could take a good breath of fresh air, a small mushroom cloud rose in the distance with a huge explosion.

The ranger rushed out at the first moment, and the next second, his position was covered by the pink bubbles thrown by Sister Pads. Even just smelling the scent, he felt a little excited.

Not only him, but the surviving nuns were also attacked. They had been protected from the battle line by the fighting nuns, and the clerical nuns in charge of fire support were directly covered tightly by this bubble. Inside the bubble, the atmosphere became weird. Several nuns seemed to discover the advantages of each other at the same time, and they were extremely attracted to themselves!

Even if a powerful enemy is right in front of you, even if the bones of the sisters are not cold, even if the black ship is taken away, the Witch King is desecrated, even if it is in broad daylight!

Ranger squinted his eyes, examined them critically, and realized that he could not count on them. He hoped that they would not die of dehydration before he got rid of this monster.

The ranger maintained the previous tactics. Although there were no nuns to help delay the enemy's pace, the large chaotic monster was also seriously injured. Before it fully recovered, its mobility dropped significantly. Opportunity!

Arrows can't leave the opponent's vital points, all kinds of damage, not to mention Sister Pads, even the Ranger himself doesn't know if the next arrow will have a special effect, or what effect it will have!

With the double blessing of the [Enemy] talent and the [Blood Debt] task, Ranger found that his attacks seemed to be affected by his emotions. When he is in a rage, the arrow will leave the string with flames, and it will produce an explosion effect after hitting the enemy; when he calms down and analyzes the battlefield environment completely rationally, the arrow will be cold, making the enemy suffering from low temperatures.

The ranger at this time was a little bit bitter. After experiencing such a powerful explosion just now, many nuns died together, but the enemy was recovering from his injuries in an orderly manner, and he could only play a diversionary role.

In such a mood, the arrow in his hand turned light green. After the arrow hit Sister Pads' knee, it instantly turned into a puddle of acid, melting the newly grown muscle tissue around it, and even the bones changed color.

"Despicable and shameless bug!" Sister Pads, who had just recovered from some injuries, finally couldn't continue to stand, staggered and knelt on the ground on one knee, and shouted in panic: "How dare you hurt the prince bestowed by the dark prince?" My body! What despicable magic did you use!"

Amid Pads' exasperated shouts, the ranger, who was full of joy in his heart, was also at a loss. Seeing the opponent's leg bones melting in front of him, he quickly made up two arrows, but there was no special effect at all, just two ordinary low-quality feather arrows, nailed to the opponent's body with two puffs, like Shot on wood, to no avail.

What the fuck did I do before? The question mark on the ranger's head was even bigger than that of Sister Pads. While dodging the opponent's flying stone attack in embarrassment, he continued to shoot while running. However, it seemed that Harry Potter had lost his wand, and the arrow could no longer have the same magical effect as before.

"Okay, calm down." The ranger said to himself: "Anger, give me the power of fire; rationality, give me the power of ice; then, what about acid? What was I thinking just now?"

PS: This chapter is to make up for the chapter in the early morning of yesterday. I have been busy with work recently, and the code words are a bit difficult. It is not a good weekend. . .

PS: Thanks to the book friend @自自安 for the reward, and thanks to the book friend @封晨银 for the reward