Chapter 134

There has always been a tacit understanding between the various forces, such as the witch altya, who is a semi public member of the witches' Association in port Antony. The church forces headed by Reverend Richard knew very well the territory of the witches in the blind eye jewelry house, and they would never investigate there.

On the one hand, witches and warlocks have already handed in their names. On the other hand, if they are forced to become chaotic coordinates and pilots voluntarily, no one can bear the loss.

Just like this time, pastor Richard knew that the nuns would arrive at Antony harbor, but the power of the church would pretend not to know, neither would it support the black boat nor send people to search for the witch. But now things are so big, if pastor Richard can't see that it's witches and nuns playing with each other, he won't be the leader of the temple in a city.

"Send a team of paladins back to support the nobility District, with the egg less city guards Reverend Richard was dressed in fine chain armour and a heavy breastplate on the outside. He wielded his octagonal hammer and smashed a deformed head into his chest: "send someone to warn those pirates to stop attacking the black ship. If you continue to mess around, you will suffer the consequences!"

"Campers! This is the land of warriors. The eyes of my Lord are shining like torches! No scoundrel can pass my line of defense Like a lion, pastor Richard roared at the boundless deformities outside the city wall, jumped out of the wall and smashed into the enemy group like a bomb!

"Campos!" The paladins on the scene had a great morale for a moment, and they launched a counter charge against the abnormal variants, which stabilized the precarious defense line. A group of city guard soldiers waiting for a long time nearby rushed forward to reinforce the defense at the gate under the command of the officers.

"Witch, you have caused a great disaster this time. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, I will use my way to reason with you." Reverend Richard whirlwind emptied the nearby enemies and said in a voice that only he could hear.

"The witch wanted to steal something from the nun, but something happened and called out an uncontrollable monster." "Now our task is to get rid of this monster, and the witches are willing to offer maximum help and reward," the hunter said

Altya, the witch, stares at the Ranger's face, a little nervous. All the time, the witches have been trying to make up for the damage caused by their inborn talent, but too many times the disgusting eyes from other people make her accustomed to the role of being despised and hiding her face behind the veil.

"So, the reward for this mission is very rich?" The Ranger grasped the key point for the first time and looked at the demon hunter with expectation: "how much can I take?"

When the witch arte Arden felt that her inner drama had been played to the dog, she said viciously, "as long as you can eliminate it as soon as possible and cause less loss, you can make any price!"

The problems that can be solved with money are not problems. This is probably the style of witches all the time. Unfortunately, most of the problems they encounter can not be solved with money.

Looking at the knight errant who treated the Witch and the nun equally, or didn't care about it, the silver haired witch said in a voice only the demon hunter could hear: "you celestines, all of you... Free and easy? "

The hunter didn't look back, but the voice came through: "you can meet the prophet of the future. It's better for you to observe with your own eyes. I promise you'll see more Salis people in the future."

"Well... Cough... Cough

The nun's increasingly frail prayer was interrupted by a violent cough, and Ingrid's illuminated crystal slipped from her hand. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to suppress the painful cough. Warm blood flowed along the palm of her hand. Even if she couldn't see clearly, the nun knew that with her violent cough, the fragments of her internal organs were sprayed on her hands.

The traitor's weapon with the blessing of the evil god, a small wound, the nun began to ignore, when she found the problem, it was already late. Unable to heal, bleeding, wound as if there is life, toward the deeper spread.

The nun felt her body more and more heavy and weak. She did not dare to bend down to pick up her own light crystal. Although it was her only illumination and the only thing that brought her light, she was afraid that she would fall down and could not stand up again.

Ingrid groped for the wall in the dark, and made a hard march forward. Although her body was getting weaker and weaker, her eyes were burning with fire. Her firm belief supported the long overdue soldier to continue to persevere.

"We must find the way out. There is a traitor among us, and we must warn our sisters that the heart of a sincere man can not be defiled, for the sake of the Witch King..." The nun tightly holds the necklace, which is a symbol of loyalty, hanging around her neck. The only function of the necklace is to record a voice, which can read out the words recorded at that time in a specific instrument.

It records the voice recorded by the clerical nun mishar Brigitta when she sacrificed her sister to the evil god named saris. It was an evil ceremony that never appeared before. It came from one of the highest evil gods and symbolized the evil god of desire, lust and sin!

She had to send the news, or the sisters would never know what misar really was! At all costs, the traitor must get his due end!However, the reality is cruel. The nun who refuses to give up finally stops her own steps and looks at the road completely blocked by the fleshy fungus blanket in front of her.

"Cough, damn... Witch King, is this... Is it my destiny? " The nun was unwilling to knock on the front wall with her hand, but the elastic surface, but in fact, the solid and fleshy wall completely prevented Ingrid from fulfilling her mission.

If her body is intact, even with her teeth, the nun will try to dig out a passage. However, she is dying of serious injury and has been supported by her will. She can not complete such a task. Relying on her present physical strength, it is only a fantasy to go back and choose a new road.

The nun covered her wound, leaned against the wall, and slowly sat down on the ground. Ingrid knew that her journey had come to an end. With the relaxation of her spirit, a large amount of blood gushed up her throat and flowed down the corner of her mouth.

The nun smiles silently. The rest of her strength is not enough to support her. She can finally rest. She doesn't have to resist the death signal from her body. It's really relaxing. Then the nun's tears came out of her eyes. She knew that her sacrifice was unknown, that the traitor would continue to hide among the sisters, and that more sisters would be killed.

No, I don't accept such a result! The nun decided to make one last effort.

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