Looking at the demon hunter with an indifferent face and slowly approaching, Sister Slaanesh knew that her disguise had been seen through. She shouldn't have agreed so happily when the other side proposed an armistice. After a little slackness, he was caught by this cunning hunter.

"Don't you crave my blood?" The demon hunter slashed his arm with his sword, "Can it make you fly?" Fulfill you. ”

This time, Sister Slaanesh let out a scream of despair like a little girl about to be hurt, and the piercing sound echoed through the tunnel, far away.

"Do you hear anything?" Marx asked, without the power of chaos spreading within him, relying on his excellent physique, he had passed the most dangerous moment.

Boss Polk carried Marx on his back and replied profusely: "I didn't hear anything, I could only hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I felt like I was going to have a heart attack......"

"You won't, you're just too fat, you need to lose weight!" Rick, who was in charge of clearing the way in front, leaned on his severed arm and teased, "We'd better find someone who can help us and support the Demon Hunter, I owe him a drink." ”

"Instead of worrying about that Syrisian demon, let's worry about ourselves!" Boss Bock struggled forward: "The slums are so dangerous now, if we encounter any mess, we all have to explain here." ”

"I'm afraid he's right, Mr. Rick." Marx's worried voice came from behind: "If even the demon hunters can't deal with that monster, I think it's hard to find anyone in Antony's big port who can help." ”

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The Ranger ran nimbly through the ruins, scanning his surroundings with the peripheral vision of his eyes, and his high-speed brain calculated in an instant the foothold of the last three steps, as well as the two points of focus reserved for dodging possible enemy attacks.

As a professional geologist, amateur archer, and extreme sports enthusiast, mathematics and calculation are his essential talents. Although it is not reflected in the stats and talents page, when your brain is good enough, combat is just another arithmetic problem for you.

Wind speed, around 3.8 meters, light breeze.

Directly ahead, at three o'clock, 1.8 meters, a collapse; One o'clock direction, 2 meters, obstacle, dodge......

That's what the Ranger is running through his brain at this moment.

At this time, he was running in an arc and clockwise from a distance of nearly fifty meters, centered on the monster that Sister Paddes had turned into. The long arrow in his hand is like a poisonous snake with sharp teeth exposed! Each time, he shot at the monster named Paddes, leaving traces of flames!

[Nemesis (in the Blood Debt Quest): You have found your target, and you must kill it, no matter what it is, no matter how powerful it is! The blood stains on the face of the victims remind you that this is a never-ending mission! Your attack will deal additional damage to the mission target; Correspondingly, your enemies will deal more damage to you. 】

The description on the quest page reads: "You're a ranger, tracking is your job, follow your feelings to find your goal." After spotting the target, keep a distance of no more than three hundred meters from the target until the target dies. If you lose the target, you will be deducted one stat point and get a new guide. No other assignments can be accepted during this period. ”

As the system says, it's a never-ending mission.

The good news is that during the mission, his class talent [Rival] seems to have played an extraordinary role, not designating a certain biome, but directly designating the murderer of his apprentice!

Most of the feathered arrows in the Sanctuary camp were made under the guidance of the rangers, and the ingenious women worked overtime to make their own ones, including those in their own hands.

However, this is very ordinary, it can even be said that it can barely use arrows, but in the hands of the ranger, it is like an enchanted bow and arrow, with a fiery red light and shadow, creating one wound after another on Paddes's body.

The bad news is that the Ranger feels like he can do the damage he can do and can only stop there. Encountering oversized enemies in a row made him hate to carry a siege crossbow as a weapon.

Syllable! The Ranger's arrows were like RPG spirits attached, and they struck Pardes' arm with fire! A huge bone blade landed beside one of the scribe nuns, and the weapon swept through the air, blowing the nun's robe into a hunting sound.

"Are you all stupid? Ranged units back away! Melee Resistance! Don't let it swim away unscrupulously! The ranger's footsteps did not stop, and he shouted in hatred. These nuns seem to be irritated by this monster's brain, and they all use a lose-lose style of play, wanting to die with each other.

The clerical nun just now was the battle nuns who paid for the lives of four people to cover for Paddes. This is already the second one, the last clerical nun was crushed by a monster as soon as she approached under the cover of three lives. The ranger does not have the right to command the nuns, and can only play his role as best as he can, covering the nuns' actions.

Sure enough, the clerical nun, who was almost split in half from head to toe, barely hesitated. Taking advantage of the preparation time brought to her by the ranger's attack, she raised her hands high, and a super-large fireball swelled up in the nun's hands like a bubble, enveloping the two figures, one large and one small, in a dazzling white light at a distance of less than a meter.

"The wrath of the Witch King will burn your ......" was the last sound the Ranger heard, followed by a loud bang. The prepared Ranger lay on the ground, and the shockwave that came along the ground made him feel like he had been slapped in the chest.

After the explosion, the ranger shook his body and raised his head, and there was a mess around him. The nuns at the center of the explosion were almost without bones, and those who were a little further away fell to the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead. Four or five clerical nuns, who had been prepared like the rangers, were also observing the situation on the battlefield.

As the dust cleared, the tall figure of Sister Padus emerged. The original three arms, now only one remains, and half of the weapon in the hand has also disappeared in the explosion, and almost all the muscles in one leg have been lost, and he has not fallen down only by supporting himself with bones.

"Detonating a holy relic? You're really sparing no expense. The tall monster recovered from the injuries on his body at a speed visible to the naked eye: "However, the power is still a little bit worse." ”