The Game of Demon Hunter

The monk stood up from the ground, tied up his clothes, looked very capable, and nodded at the witcher. Tang Sanzang is probably the witch's most worry-free foreign aid, he didn't take any equipment from the witch.

Xu Yichen knew that most monks were used to using their fists and regarded their flesh as the sharpest weapon, but there were still a few monks like Tang Sanzang who didn't even use a piece of defensive equipment.

But since Tang Sanzang chose this way of fighting, the demon hunter is willing to believe in his ability. Among all the extraordinary people you can meet, the monk may not be the most powerful in fighting, but he is definitely the most reliable.

The female warrior put away her flail, took the shield next to her in her hand, and nonchalantly drank a big swig from her magic jug.

"The action begins." The witcher gave orders to Li Yanlong who was far away in the slums. At this time, the message between the players saved Xu Yichen a lot of trouble.

"Received!" Following Li Yanlong's reply, the witcher nodded to Colin the Shadow Assassin: "Let's go."

The Shadow Assassin then disappeared into the shadows, and in the dark night, the Shadow Assassin would be the deadliest Shiv.

"It's starting to move over there, and I can feel the vibrations in the void." The witch took a deep breath and said to the witcher: "Now we will see how many people the nuns will send to the trap we have prepared."

"Fate favored us." The witcher looked at the port in the darkness, and under the effect of dark vision, he could clearly see the huge monster appearing on the port.

The nearly 80-meter-long giant ship, with sails like wings, sailed into the port with an indomitable momentum. For a while, the officials and workers on the dock had a commotion.

The huge hull and ominous color made these mortals feel uneasy. The lighthouse in the port did not send out any alarms, and the patrol boats did not send out any signals.

The tax officer on the pier opened his mouth and looked blankly at the black ship emerging from the thick fog. He didn't even notice that the ledger in his hand fell to the ground.

The black springboard was lowered from the side of the ship, and a group of nuns in full armor stepped off the black ship, forming a neat line on the pier.

Forty nuns stood silently on the pier, and a nun holding a crimson monastery flag walked slowly off the black boat.

"Stand back, mortals, this has nothing to do with you, take your people and get out of here immediately!" An elderly clerical nun knocked the end of her scepter heavily beside the tax official.

"Yes, yes... Ma'am... Your Excellency." The tax officer fell to the ground the moment the scepter fell to the ground, and scrambled back after hearing the nun's words.

When the flag-carrying nun came to the middle of the nuns, the tax officer had already left the port staff far away.

"Sister Misar, why did you let those mortals leave?" The nun holding the flag gave her a dissatisfied look: "Any mortal who has not been judged is suspected of adultery with Chaos!"

"Lord Pads, those mortals are just a group of poor people living in the port. Let's focus on the mission assigned by Lord Celestine." The clerical nun Missal responded unceremoniously: " If we spend time on them, I'm afraid it will attract dissatisfaction from the local lord and the church."

"Weakness is the root of all evil! Sister Missar, we represent the will of the Witch King!" The banner-carrying nun shouted loudly, and with the nun's voice, the crimson banner shone with crackling thunder.

"But because these mortals have affected the tasks assigned by Lord Celestine, I'm afraid it's not the Witch King's will!" The clerk nun responded, and the magical aura of the scepter in her hand increased greatly.

"Hmph! I will report your weakness to Lord Celestine! Sisters will be ashamed of your behavior!" The nun holding the banner looked at the port staff who had disappeared, turned and walked forward.

"Lord Celestine will be able to tell right from wrong." After speaking, Misaar, the clerical nun, waved her arms: "Let's go, sisters!"

The fighting nuns who had been silent by the side followed the two leaders and headed towards the slums of Port Anthony. Several young trainee nuns had a trace of anxiety on their faces. The previous quarrel between the two senior nuns made them A little confused.

As the nuns disappeared into the shadow of the building, a dark figure climbed up the side of the black ship with specially made tools.

The Shadow Assassin carefully observed the situation on the deck. The empty deck made the Shadow Assassin feel very uneasy. He had performed many secret infiltration missions, but this time, the Shadow Assassin was sure that it was the most dangerous one in his career.

Carefully lurking in the shadow of the arrival of the mast for five minutes, the shadow assassin finally determined that there were no other secret sentries on the deck except the five combat nuns on duty.

He poked his head out cautiously, and looked towards the direction where the demon hunters were hiding on the bank. In the dark night, the Shadow Assassin couldn't find the location of his companion.

Not sure if they could see it, the Shadow Assassin crossed his fingers and made a sign of the cross, ten minutes!

Colin took a deep breath, it was time to perform the real technique!

"Did he go in?" The female warrior patted the witcher on the shoulder and asked.

"The rats have entered, and the countdown will be ten minutes from now. Vittoria, you will be responsible for attracting enough enemies in a while. According to the information provided by the witch, there are at most 30 combat teams on the black ship," the witcher ordered. He said: "If there is a more difficult target, the monk is responsible for entangled her!"

"Understood!" The female warrior patted her shield: "I will let them know how women should fight!"

The monk Tang Sanzang nodded, indicating that he understood what the witcher meant.

"Okay, we are ready to move, make some noise to cover our rats!" The witcher stood up from his hiding place, drew his great sword, and gave the final battle order.

The female warrior Vittoria took out a special-shaped ax from her arms, and made a gesture of throwing a discus: "Let me say hello to these little girls!"

With the roar, the strong muscles on the female warrior tensed and stretched like a steel wire, and finally released a powerful kinetic energy. With her movement, the ax that ordinary people can use for logging was thrown by the female warrior. Leaping a distance of nearly 100 meters, he was heavily nailed to the deck of the black ship.

The huge force caused the ax to almost completely smash into the wooden bulkhead, and as the red line of the ax handle burned out, a loud noise resounded through the black ship!

The female warrior jumped out of her hiding place and took a long gulp of wine: "That's great! Vodka is the real wine for warriors! Hurrah!"

PS: Tomorrow is Monday again, so soon. . . New book friends, Lao Mo asks for a ticket~ I wish you all go to work and study tomorrow with a happy mood