There has always been a tacit understanding between the various forces, such as the witch Arteya, a semi-public member of the Witches' Federation in Antony Grand Port. The Church Forces, led by Reverend Richard, are well aware of the witches' territory at the Blind Eye Jewel House, and they will never investigate it.

On the one hand, the witches and warlocks have already surrendered their names, and on the other hand, if they are really driven to a dead end, let these people voluntarily become the coordinate points of chaos, the navigators, and no one can bear the losses caused.

Just like this time, Richard knew that the nuns would arrive in Antony Port, but the forces of the church would pretend not to know, and would neither support the black ship nor send people to hunt down witches. But now that things are so big, if Reverend Richard couldn't see that the witches and nuns had gotten away with it, he wouldn't have become the temple leader of a city.

"Send a team of paladins back to support the noble district, and bring those eggless city guards with them!" Priest Richard, dressed in delicate chain mail and wearing a heavy breastplate on the outside, brandished his octagonal hammer and smashed the head of a human deformed figure into his chest: "Send someone to warn those pirates to stop attacking the black ship, if you continue to mess around, you will bear the consequences!" ”

"Kampas! This is the land of the Warrior, the Eye of Our Lord, as bright as a torch! No one can get past my defenses! "Richard roared like a lion at the boundless distortions outside the walls, leapt from the walls, and smashed into the enemy crowd like a bomb!

"Kampas!" The morale of the paladins present was greatly boosted for a while, and they launched a wave of counter-charges against the aberrations, stabilizing the precarious defensive line, and a group of city guard soldiers who had been waiting for a long time hurriedly stepped forward to strengthen the defense at the city gate under the orders of the officers.

"Witch, you have caused a big trouble this time, if you can't give me a satisfactory answer by then, I will reason with you in my own way!" Reverend Richard emptied the nearby enemy in a whirlwind, and said in a voice that only he could hear.

"The witch tried to steal something from the nun, but something went wrong and summoned an uncontrollable monster." The Demon Hunter succinctly outlined the whole thing: "Now our mission is to get rid of this monster, and the witches are willing to provide maximum help and reward. ”

The witch Artya stared at the ranger with some nervousness, all the while, the witches had been trying to make up for the damage caused by their innate talent, but too many times the disgusting gaze from others had made her accustomed to being spurned and hiding her face behind a veil.

"So, this mission is very rewarding?" The ranger immediately grasped the key point and looked at the demon hunter with anticipation: "How much can I take?" ”

The witch Artya suddenly felt that her inner drama had been played by the dog, and said viciously: "As long as you can eliminate it as soon as possible and cause a little less loss, you can make any offer!" ”

The problems that can be solved with money are not problems, this is probably the style of witches all along, but unfortunately most of the problems they encounter cannot be solved with money.

Looking at the ranger who treated the witches and nuns who caused this disaster equally, or rather did not care, the silver-haired witch said in a voice that only demon hunters could hear, "You Seris, all of you... Is it free? ”

The Demon Hunter didn't look back, but his voice came through: "You can meet the prophet of the future, why don't you observe with your own eyes, I promise, you will see more Seris in the future." ”

"Ahem... Cough... Cough... ”

The nun's increasingly weak prayers were interrupted by a violent cough, and Ingrid's illuminated crystal slipped from her hand, and she covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to suppress the painful cough. Warm blood flowed down the palm of her hand, and even if she couldn't see clearly, the nun knew that with a violent cough, it was a fragment of her own internal organs sprayed on her hand.

The traitor's weapon was blessed by the evil god, a small wound that the nun didn't pay attention to at first, and by the time she found out about the problem, it was already too late. It could not heal, it bled incessantly, and the wound spread deeper as if it were alive.

The nun felt her body getting heavier and weaker, and she did not dare to bend down to pick up her illumination crystal, even though it was her only illumination, the only thing that brought her light, but she was afraid that she would fall and would never be able to stand up again.

Ingrid groped her way through the walls in the darkness and struggled forward, her eyes burning with fire as she grew weaker and weaker, and her unwavering faith sustained the long-overdue warrior to hold on.

"The exit must be found, there is a traitor among us, and the sisters must be warned that the hearts of the sincere are not to be defiled, for the sake of the Witch King..." The nun only held a necklace around her neck that symbolized fidelity, and the only function of the necklace was to record a speech that could be read out at the time in a specific instrument.

This is written by the clerical nun Misal? Brigita's recorded voice as she sacrificed her sister to the evil god named Sharis, an evil ritual that had never been seen before, from one of the supreme gods, symbolizing the evil god of desire, Sanesh!

She must get the news out or the sisters will never know what Misal really is! At all costs, traitors must get the fate they deserve!

However, the reality was cruel, and the nun who refused to give up finally stopped her steps, looking desperately at the road ahead that was completely blocked by the fleshy fungus blanket.

"Ahem, damn it... O Witch King, is this ... Is it my destiny? The nun reluctantly banged her hand on the wall in front of her, but the fleshy wall was elastic on the surface, but it was actually extremely strong, and it completely prevented Ingrid from completing her mission.

If her body was intact, even with her teeth, the nun would have tried to dig a passage, but she was seriously injured and dying, and she had always relied on her will to support her, so she could not complete such a task. Relying on her current physical strength, it is just an illusion to go back and choose a new path.

The nun covered her wounds, leaned against the wall, and slowly sat down on the ground, knowing that she had reached the end of her journey. With mental relaxation, large streams of blood surged up her throat and down the corners of her mouth.

The nun smiled silently, the remaining physical strength was not enough to support her to laugh loudly, she could finally rest, and she didn't have to resist the death signal from her body, it was really relaxing. Then the nun's tears fell out of the corners of her eyes, she knew that no one knew about her sacrifice, that the traitor would continue to hide among the sisters, and that more sisters would be killed.

No, I don't accept such a result! The nun decided to make one last effort.