The warrior monk Tang Sanzang used his steel-and-iron body as a fulcrum to resist a few holy warriors who didn't know what they had encountered.

These paladins are still adept at wielding a variety of combat techniques, and despite the lack of the bonuses of light and magic, even the most devout believers must admit that Chaos is far more powerful than any other transcendent power in this world when it comes to attacks and treachery.

The holy warrior named Randes was once a staunch follower of Loshanda, and the warrior monk could not tell if there was still a soul of a transcendent in the broken exorcism of the other party.

Master Sanzang's gaze was unwavering, unaffected by the surrounding demonic flames, and his metallic fingers pierced through the enemy's tattered skin, tearing off a large chunk of carrion.

There was no blood or bones under Landes's flesh, and all kinds of strange shapes were only the size of the palm of a hand, and colorful jelly-like little monsters jumped out along the wounds.

As if seeing the most delicious delicacy, these little monsters, which did not even have mouthparts, pounced on the warrior monk with a piercing scream in an unknown way.

Or rather, the witches behind the warrior monks.

The screaming sound of the little monster made the witches present feel as if they had encountered a natural enemy, and their ears were filled with this whistling sound, and in front of them were all kinds of strange and colorful colored stripes.

Carlo, a young girl who had just become a witch, didn't even have a chance to react, and instantly lost her consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

The kitten man Lulu Meow was like a cat with folded ears, the two cat ears on the top of her head were tightly clasped on her head, hugging Philal's waist tightly, and trying to stuff her little head into the arms of the silver-haired witch.

The middle-aged witch didn't care that the psionic fluctuations caused by her spell would be discovered by the holy warriors of the church, and tried to draw a spiritual wall on the ground to protect everyone.

The invisible pen drew a line less than thirty centimeters on the ground, and the witch fell to the ground in convulsions.

Altea immediately unleashed her psionic energy to counter this influence, but apparently, for the creatures of Chaos, the existence of a witch was like a gift package that existed in the main material realm.

No matter how powerful a witch is, she is afraid of encountering Chaos demons in the wild.

When Artya summoned a chaotic creature from Chaos to the main material realm as a test subject and a pet, he relied on the power of the circle to deprive the chaotic creature of its spiritual energy.

His hatred of Chaos has led Altya to torture his captives by all means imaginable in addition to his studies.

The moment Altya's psionic energy protected her brain, she seemed to see the black cat she had raised before, looking at her with turquoise eyes.

The scaly cat's tail touched the witch's bare ankle with a cold touch: "Hello, witch, I said, sooner or later we will meet again, with different identities, let's transpose and experience the good memories before?" ”

Altea felt her gaze drop suddenly, as if she had changed from a humanoid creature to a cat on all fours, and in front of her, a woman who looked like her was holding her in her arms with a kind smile.

As the field of vision continues to rise, the surroundings return to the secret room of the Blind Eye Jewel House, and all kinds of terrifying surgical instruments are placed in their place in an orderly manner.

"Chaos Monster, what are we going to do today?" The witch said in a misty tone that made Altya creep, "Let's see how long you can last in the strong acid?" Or do you want to enjoy the two heavens of ice and fire? ”

"Don't! I'm you! Altea saw herself in the witch's almost mad eyes, and she was convinced that it was herself.

It was as if she had traveled back in time and space, and at that moment, Altya suddenly remembered this scene, and she had indeed heard this sentence in the mouth of that Chaos Demon.

It's just that she regarded this as another kind of chaos and began to retaliate even more.

"Do you think you can confuse me, Chaos Monster? I'm the master here, and I'll be your nightmare! The black cat and the witch uttered this sentence almost simultaneously.

The black cat that Altya had transformed into gave a wry smile on her face, she knew that it had all happened, and no matter what she said, she wouldn't believe it.

Could it be that he had already fallen into the trap of chaos at that time?

Remembering the torture she was about to endure, Artya watched in despair as she adjusted the various torture instruments.

As a halfway monk witch, Ephilar did not use psionic energy at the first time when she encountered danger, but subconsciously hugged the cat cub in her arms tightly.

The screaming sound in her ears made her feel nauseous, dizzy, and a splitting headache.

Ephilar held her body and watched the Silent Nun Celestein stride over, glancing at the fallen witches with a complicated expression, and finally shook her head.

Celestein dragged the staggering witches to Eferal's side and gently placed her palm on Eferal's forehead.

In an instant, the silver-haired witch felt that her world had regained peace, and several witches were relieved to be unconscious.

The kitten-man trembled in Ephilal's arms, and instead of looking up, he hugged the witch tighter.

Ji Wanbing gasped and walked into the side of Sister Silence, only to get rid of the previous feeling of nausea and vomiting, but the bow and arrow in his hand remained open.

The members of the Retribution Warband were always wary of the Silent Sisters, and when Ji Wanbing saw that the witches were almost wiped out in an instant, he resisted the urge to make a move and stared at Celestein.

The screams of those little monsters didn't affect others as much as they did to witches, and Ji Wanbing felt like a weakened version of infrasonic damage.

With a not-so-strong feeling of vertigo and vomiting, Ji Wanbing took a deep breath and stepped out of the shelter of the Silent Nun.

Within two meters of Celestein, this psionic scream was weakened to a subtle level, but the Ranger needed to be closer to the enemy.

Those little monsters bouncing around looked very flexible, and Ji Wanbing couldn't hit the target 100% from such a distance.

Moreover, he was also worried that other accidents would happen if these things got closer to the witch.

"Come on!" Ji Wanbing pulled the bowstring in his hand, and a trace of thunder was attached to the arrow, with a blue-purple light, and a small monster was volleyed into the air!

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