The Demon Hunter picked up a diamond-shaped crystal that glowed from the ground, and some dim white light shrouded the surrounding area of nearly three meters, and there were still some blood stains on the crystal.

"This is our common fluorescent crystal, a specialty of the New World." Ephilar said a little depressed, because the blood stains on the crystal had solidified, and it seemed that they were still some distance away from the original owner of the crystal.

But the demon hunters found more and more blood stains on the ground, and when they walked over, even Artya, who had little experience in this area, could see that the nun's condition was very bad.

"We kept going, and her wounds were getting worse and worse, and she couldn't go far." The Demon Hunter grabbed a handful of bloodstained dirt under the light of the fluorescent crystal, carefully distinguishing the part that was not dirt: "It's a pity, but it's more likely that we saw a corpse. ”

"There's something wrong with that nun's wound, and I smell the stench of chaos in my blood." The Demon Hunter walked forward with the fluorescent crystal in his hand, and his voice was barely audible to the people behind him: "It's a completely different smell from the smell here, Nurgle, Sadism, who else will come and mix it up?" It's really, hilarious! ”

In anticipation of the Demon Hunter, although the nun was seriously injured, it seemed that an unknown force drove her to never give up, ignoring the physical injuries. The group walked for nearly twenty minutes, during which time the Ranger and Demon Hunter slaughtered a patrol of deformed shapes that followed them, before they saw a nun kneeling against the wall in the distance.

The nun lowered her head as if she were asleep, her sword stuck in the ground, her forehead pressed against the hilt, and one side of her body pressed against the wall, keeping herself from falling. One hand was stretched forward, palm up, holding a necklace in the shape of a skull, and in order to maintain this position, the nun pinned this arm to the wall with a dagger, and the other hand hung limply on the ground.

There was no doubt that this was a battle nun belonging to the Crimson Shroud, and even without the elaborate armor that the Demon Hunter would recognize, the iconic silver hair that was almost identical to that of Ephilal.

The Demon Hunter walked up to the nun and took the necklace from her palm, the shape of the necklace reminded him of the ring he had received earlier, the Ring of Purity.

He could feel that the nun's body temperature had disappeared, that is, the nun had been dead for nearly half an hour, and given the sweltering heat here, it might have been a little longer. Despite her efforts, this is the final destination for this strong warrior.

"Maybe you know what this necklace does?" The Demon Hunter handed the necklace to Ephilal, "Something she considers more important than her own life, may explain why she's here, and why her wounds are infected by Chaos." ”

The Demon Hunter gestured to Ephilal, stepped forward and slowly flattened the nun's body, pointing at the nun's almost black wound. The wound wasn't deep, but it was clear that the chaotic aura on it had completely worsened the entire injury, eventually taking the life of the strong nun.

"Her name is Ingrid? Brown. Ephilar pronounced the name engraved on the back of the necklace, opened the compartment of the necklace, and sighed: "There is a memory gem in the necklace that can record some sounds, and I think the things she protects with her life are inside." ”

"Let her walk decently, and then we... The Demon Hunter didn't finish his words, and the ranger, who had been on guard behind to prevent the deviant from sneaking in, ran over.

"Head! I feel like that guy should be in his place! The Ranger said eagerly, "Suddenly appeared in front of it, and then quickly disappeared, but I think we are close!" ”

"Let's go!" The Demon Hunter stood up, drew Sister Ingrid's sword from the ground, and threw it to Ephilal: "It's too late, but the glory of the warrior will live on in the weapon, this is the tradition of our Seris." Take this sword, and whoever slew her will return it with blood. ”

Then the Demon Hunter walked forward without looking back: "But for now, let's deal with the enemy in front of us!" ”

The witch Artya whispered, "Let's go, we will come back, and whoever comes 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 they won't be treated like this." Ephilar was dragged forward by the witch and chased after the figure of the demon hunter: "Don't you hate us? ”

"Our innate talent has brought enough hatred to witches, and witches just want to live quietly and like ordinary people one day." Altya's voice gasped a little as he ran: "You are our hope, if something happens in a while, I will send you away first, for the Witches Federation, you are very important!" ”

Eferal shook his head, picked up the witch, and ran forward: "It's useless, if it weren't for the Demon Hunter's Blood Pressure System, the Sister of the Heart of the Sincere would be able to detect the void shock I caused even through the entire storm sea. Your actions will only lead the nuns to wage a new holy war against the witches. ”

"The determination of witches is greater than you think." The witch who was carried on her shoulders felt that she was almost vomiting with the jolt: "Rather than waiting for death hopelessly, we are willing to fight for that glimmer of hope with all our might!" ”

"Head, this should be it, I just felt that monster in front!" The ranger, who was at the front, put his ear to 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 here!" ”

The Demon Hunter stabbed his long sword hard into the fleshy wall, he felt like his sword had been stabbed into bulletproof rubber, and the nearly one hundred and forty centimeter sword body had been stabbed into more than half of it, and he felt a slight change in resistance, this wall was nearly a meter thick!

Carrying the witch on his shoulder, Ephilar walked to the wall and placed the witch on the ground, who had closed her mouth tightly and tried not to spit it out: "Can you pass?" ”

"No, we have to go!" The Demon Hunter said categorically, and then pulled a long wound diagonally in his chest with the dagger, and blood flowed wantonly with the dagger.

He stretched out his arms as if to hug the wall, and the whole person was attached to it, and the fleshy wall seemed to be splashed with sulfuric acid, making a sizzling sound, and in the puffs of white smoke, the demon hunter melted into the wall.