Chapter 135

The demon hunter picked up a diamond crystal emitting fluorescence from the ground, some dim white light shrouded in the area of nearly three meters, and there were still some traces of blood on the crystal.

"It's our usual fluorescent crystal, a specialty of the new world." Said ephrail, a little depressed, because the blood on the crystal has solidified. It seems that they are still some distance away from the original owner of the crystal.

However, more and more bloodstains were found on the ground by demon hunters. Even altya, who was less experienced in this field, could see that the nun was in a very bad situation.

"As we move on, her wounds are getting worse and worse, and we can't go far." In the light of the fluorescent crystal, the demon hunter grabbed a handful of bloodstained soil and carefully identified the part that was not the soil: "unfortunately, we are more likely to see a corpse."

"There's something wrong with that nun's wound. I can smell the smell of chaos in my blood." The demon hunter walked forward with the fluorescent crystal in his hand. The small voice made the people behind him almost inaudible: "it's totally different from the smell here. It's filthy and abusive. Who else is going to mix in next? It's so lively

Beyond the expectation of the demon hunter, although the nun's injury was very serious, there seemed to be an unknown force driving her to never give up and ignore the physical injury. During the period of nearly 20 minutes, a foot hunter and a foot Hunter were walking on the wall, and a foot hunter and a foot Hunter were walking on the wall.

The nun hung her head as if she were asleep. Her sword was on the ground, her forehead was against the hilt, and one side of her body was close to the wall to keep herself from falling down. One hand stretched forward, palm up, holding a skull shaped necklace, in order to maintain this position, the nun nailed the arm to the wall with a dagger, and the other hand fell to the ground powerlessly.

There is no doubt that this is a fighting nun belonging to the scarlet shroud. Even without her elaborate armor, the demon hunter can recognize her, and her silver hair is almost the same as that of eifilar.

The demon hunter went to the nun and picked up the necklace from her heart. The shape of the necklace reminded him of the ring he had obtained before, the ring of purity.

He could feel that the nun's temperature had disappeared, that is to say, the nun had been dead for nearly half an hour. Considering the sultry environment here, it might be a little longer. Despite her hard work, this is the final destination of this strong warrior.

"Maybe you know what this necklace does?" "Something that she thinks is more important than her own life may explain why she's here and why the wound is infected by chaos," the hunter handed her necklace

The demon hunter motioned to eifilar, and slowly laid the nun's body flat, pointing to the nun's almost black wound. The wound was not deep, but it was obvious that the chaotic atmosphere on it made the whole wound worsen completely and finally took the life of the strong nun.

"Her name is Ingrid brown." Ephrail 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 that can record some sounds. I think the things she protected with her life are in it."

"Let her go decently, and then we The demon hunter didn't finish his words. He was on guard at the back to prevent the Ranger from sneaking attack.

"Head! I feel like it's the guy's place! " The Ranger said eagerly, "there was a sudden appearance in front of me, and then it disappeared quickly, but I think we are very close!"

"Let's go!" The demon hunter stood up, drew sister Ingrid's sword from the ground and threw it to ephrail: "it's too late, but the glory of the warrior will continue in the weapons. This is the tradition of Cyrus. Take this sword, and those who killed her will pay back with blood. "

Then the demon hunter walked forward without looking back: "but now, let's solve the enemy in front of us!"

"Come on, we will come back, and those who come back alive will give her a decent funeral. In the face of chaos, even enemies should help each other. "

"You know, most witches fall into the hands of nuns and will not be treated like this." Ephrail was pulled forward by the witch to chase the demon hunter's figure: "don't you hate us?"

"Our inborn talent has brought enough hatred to witches. Witches just want to live peacefully one day, just like ordinary people." Altya's voice gasped as she ran: "you are our hope. If something happens later, I will send you first. For the sorceress Association, you are very important."

Ephrail shook his head, shouldered the witch, and ran forward: "it's useless. If there is no suppression by the blood of the demon hunter, the nun of the heart of the sincere can find the void vibration I caused even across the storm sea. You can only lead the nuns to start a new holy war against the witch"The witches are more determined than you think." The witch who was carried on her shoulder felt that she was about to vomit with the turbulence: "instead of waiting for death hopelessly, we would like to try our best to fight for the glimmer of hope!"

"Head, it should be here. In front of me, I just felt the monster!" The Ranger in the front put his ears on the fleshy wall at the end of the passage, as if to listen to the voice behind the wall: "my perception distance is 500 meters, it must be somewhere behind this!"

The demon hunter forced his sword into the fleshy wall. He felt like his sword had been thrust into the bulletproof rubber. The body of the sword, which was about 140 cm in length, had been thrust into more than half of it. Only when he felt that the resistance had changed slightly, the wall was nearly one meter thick!

Ephrail, who was carrying the witch, came to the wall and put the witch, who was tight lipped and tried not to spit out, on the ground: "can we pass?"

"No, no, we have to get there!" The devil hunter said firmly, and then with the dagger in the chest inclined to pull out a long wound, blood with the dagger wanton flow.

He opened his arms as if to embrace the wall. The whole person stuck to it. The fleshy wall seemed to be splashed with sulfuric acid and made a nourishing sound. In the bursts of white smoke, the demon hunter melted into the wall.

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