Perhaps for the nuns, loyalty to the witch king is more like a rule of freedom to be inculcated, and most of them may never have the opportunity to meet any witch king in their lifetime. So when Sister Silent Celestein, breaking her vow of tranquility, opened her mouth to speak, the nuns almost left aside the demon hunter who had no bad mouth.

The two battle nuns who were holding Celestein didn't seem to know if they should let go and stay away from her, but they could see in their expressions that the previous respect and worry had been replaced by overwhelm and avoidance.

The clerical nun who was slapped in the face subconsciously 'translated' Selistein's words: "Stop! Let this Seris ... ”

Then she slammed her mouth shut, as if she had eaten something dirty.

"What did you say?" Celestein's speed of speech slowly became more coherent, the Sisters of Silence were not mute, they were just accustomed to not speaking after so many years of being bound by their vows: "I heard you say, we, one of us, traitor? ”

Ignoring the two frightened nuns beside her, Celestein had heard her own voice for so long that she was curious about her own voice. It's been too much time since she took the Witch King's vows of tranquility, and she hasn't started to change her voice at the time.

The Demon Hunter watched as Sister Silent tried to stand up with her own strength on the ground, and the knee that had just been kicked off by herself seemed to have healed a lot under the effect of the armor. Despite being covered in blood, the Silent Sisters seemed to be able to hold on. Having just lost the power of her oath, Celestia was as weak as a powerless mortal, and the only thing that didn't leave her was the special constitution she brought with her as an untouchable.

The Demon Hunter still remembers that in the previous battle, his magic seal skills were almost useless. He gently touched his ribs, even his transcendent properties were suppressed to a certain extent. He was not unscathed in the previous blow, and at least two ribs were broken in his chest on the side of the impact, but fortunately he was used to the pain.

He took out the Ring of Purity from his bosom, which he had obtained from the Battle Nun who had been transformed into a deformed form. Relying on the pain inflicted on her soul by the ring, the battle nun stubbornly maintained her last will as a human being, and her only last wish was to die as a human.

"It's a relic of a hero, I gave her the last glory, and she walked heroically." Xu Yichen handed the ring in his hand to the weak Sister of Silence, because the owner of the ring, the Demon Hunter, regarded these nuns as comrades in the fight against Chaos. Despite their extreme and ignorant belief in the Witch King, they are part of the human resistance.

Sister Silence took the ring from the Demon Hunter, bowed her head and kissed it, prayed to the Witch King in a deep voice, and then said to Xu Yichen, "Thank you, thank you, mutant... Demon hunter, hunter. ”

Then the Demon Hunter took out the necklace he had found in the tunnel: "The owner of this necklace is called Ingrid Brown, and when I found her, she was dead. But she used her own body as a marker and allowed me to find the necklace. There's a memory gem in it, and you might find it interesting. ”

The Demon Hunter handed the necklace to Sister Silence as well, watching her open it and taking out the black Memory Gem. He picked up a battle nun's long sword from the ground and said, "Sister Brown has only one sword wound on her body, which is not fatal, but the wound cannot be healed, and the continuous blood loss and the corrosion of the void energy eventually killed her. The wound was caused by this long sword. “

Xu Yichen stuck his long sword in front of Sister Silence: "So, I said that there is a traitor among you, maybe she is staring at us around now." ”

"Nonsense! Filthy mutants! The red-clothed clerical nun roared with a distorted expression, "Don't think that if you win over Lord Celestein, you can slander the Witch King's noblest warrior at will!" ”

Xu Yichen raised his slap, and the red-clothed nun couldn't help but take a step back, and then realized her weakness, and glared angrily at the demon hunter not to be outdone.

"I think the evidence is in your hands." The Demon Hunter said to Sister Silence, "You can find someone to read the records inside, I think that the elimination of the Chaos Cultists hidden within the nun is probably more important than your mission to capture witches." ”

Handing the memory gem in his hand to the red-clothed nun beside him, Celestein pointed to Ephelal, who was lying unconscious on the ground beside Li Yanlong: "You don't, understand." Demon hunter, she is, different. Witch King, get her, at any cost. You, impossible, can protect her, all the time. ”

The slapped-out nun walked back into the clerical nun's group with a cold face, feeling that Mistress Celestein was too soft on the mutant. And she has broken the oath she made in front of the Witch King, is her loyalty to the Witch King as strong as before?

But in the next second, the thought of doubting the loyalty of a silent nun made the red-clothed nun shudder a little, and quickly banished the thought from her mind. Several clerical nuns get together and place the Memory Gem in a special box, and then channel their energy into it.

"That's my business." The Demon Hunter shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "I hope you understand that Chaos is our common enemy. We've left too much blood here, and I don't want more warriors who could have fought against Chaos to fall. ”

Looking at the silent nun, the demon hunter raised the long sword in his hand and emphatically said, "You know, I have this ability. ”

The red-clothed nun walked back with a bloodless face, almost tripping over her robe, but she couldn't care anymore: "My lord, it's Misal Brigita, the chief clerical nun." ”

On the other side, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy appeared in everyone's sight with a wounded militiaman, and the militiaman, who was half of his body stained red with blood, shouted at the knight Barth: "My lord! We've been attacked! Mr. Marx was seriously injured! “

"What's going on?" Knight Bart stepped forward to support the militia in his hand, nodded at the young man on the side to thank him, and asked anxiously, "Who did it?" Where is it? ”