Like a marionette, Rick's hand holding the alchemy bomb rotated 360 degrees, and in the heart-wrenching sound of bones and joints breaking, the black bomb slipped weakly from his hand, floated slowly in the air, and finally landed in the palm of a white hand.

The owner of the palm appeared in the darkness, and with her came the transformed nuns: "Hey, tough guy, I hope you like this thing." ”

With Sister Slaanesh's words, Rick's whole person was thrown to the other side of the passage by the big invisible hand, and then the black alchemy bomb was also thrown over! The sharp-eyed Boss Polk saw a ray of sunlight suddenly appear in the tunnel before the explosion, and then in the roar of the explosion, everything was covered in smoke.

"Hmph, you're like ghosts that you can't shake off!" Misal sighed and waved his hand, dispersing the dust in the tunnel.

Directly in front of Rick, the Demon Hunter stood in the sunlight with a pale golden defensive shield, resisting all the damage of the alchemy bomb like a god!

"That's what I want to say to you guys." The Demon Hunter straightened up and moved his wrist, "I've been dealing with you lately, and I'm a little tired of aesthetics. ”

In the second half of the journey, the Demon Hunter used his enhanced sense of smell to pursue all the way, and with the inexplicable perception of chaos in the [Enemy of Chaos] talent, he was very sure that the enemy was at his feet!

Without hesitation, he plunged his saber into the ground, and the entire underground space of the lower city had been dug up by those tentacles, and he felt the strength of his subordinates empty, like a stabbed sewer, and a smell even more disgusting than the Nurgle believers wafted out of the ground.

Xu Yichen drew a circle on the ground with all his might, chopped it heavily, and the whole person fell into the underground passage along with the soil layer.

With the Demon Hunter's [Shimmer Vision] talent, he immediately found the black object that was thrown over, and for a moment he was a little stunned, and only one sentence echoed in his mind: "Fire in the hole!"

The trained body subconsciously wants to spread out to the side, but the rational brain is convincing itself: "This is a game, I am a demon hunter, a horse, and Lao Tzu is a man with a shield!" ”

As the palm of his hand opened, the Quinn Seal expanded outwards centered on the Demon Hunter himself. With the help of low-light vision and high inspiration, he clearly saw that the black rod-shaped object was split in two in the explosion, and instead of a steel ball to enhance its lethality, a red flame erupted from it!

The earth stirred up by the impact of energy, the stones crackled outside the shield, and the surrounding air was heated and expanded, pushing the demon hunter backwards for nearly half a meter.

Although it was not satisfactory, the demon hunters who had resisted a wave still felt that this thing was very promising and not powerful enough, but it was mainly limited by the times.

As the smoke cleared, on either side of Boss Polk and Marx stood the Demon Hunter and Sister Slaanesh Misal, who did not communicate at all, and as sworn enemies, they both saw disgust and murderous intent in each other's eyes.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect that it would be a famous demon hunter who would work with those little snacks in this city." Sister Misal covered her mouth and laughed as if she were a noblewoman, "Aren't you going extinct, mutants, why is there a little one again?" ”

As one of the first nuns to disembark, Misal knew nothing about what was happening on the Crimson Shroud.

"I didn't expect the nuns, who have always flaunted their loyalty, to turn out to be a terrible traitor." Xu Yichen reciprocated without showing weakness: "I have to say, the aesthetics of this suit are a disaster now, the taste of the nuns is bad enough, I didn't expect you to go further!" ”

Sister Misar's face changed, but how could a demon hunter's mouth cannon be a single shot?

"How did you Chaos choose people now?" Xu Yichen hooked his finger in the direction of Boss Bock and Marx with his free hand: "The bones of the people who believed in the dirt before were amazing, and they were not pretentious. ”

"Look at you again, tsk, half-concealed clothes, magic makeup-like facial features, speaking of which, who are you messing with in Chaos?" The demon hunter slowly moved his footsteps, slightly distracting the nun's gaze: "Could it be that Chaos gave birth to the fifth evil god, is it called the Lord of Ugliness, the King of Funny or something......"

As a devotee of the Prince of Darkness, an admirer of Slaanesh, and a darling of Shalis, Misal could not tolerate the aesthetic debasement of others! This well-designed shape took Misal nearly five years! Ever since she saw the hypocrisy of the Witch King clearly and found the master who was truly worthy of refuge, she had been silently preparing for this matter!

Look at this carefully cut breastplate, still holding the temptation of the pipa half-covering the face, a little bit of white greasy, revealing a trace of **; The carefully combed hair is tied into two ponytails, decorated with red and blue respectively, which looks somewhat playful; The bold design of the high-slit skirt armor shows the maturity of the royal sister fan, plus the finishing touch of the tattoo, combined with the worship of our lord and the humiliation of those poor witch kings, perfect!

"It's art! No one can deny its beauty! Sister Misal rushed over in a frenzy, barely affected by gravity, and behind her, the nuns who could not see the human form also swarmed up!

At this time, Boss Bock had already dragged Marx, who had lost his ability to move, all the way to a distance of two meters in front of Xu Yichen.

The Demon Hunter's sword slashed across his hand, and bright red blood flowed from the palm of his hand and sprinkled it on Marx's wound, like cold water dripping from hot oil, and the wound boiled, and gray gas was expelled from the wound.

As the Demon Hunter's injured palm raised, the Alpha Fa Seal, which had been prepared for a long time, burst out with its own blood in this narrow tunnel with its greatest power!

The depraved nuns who launched the charge flew backwards as if they had been hit by a truck, and many of them were splashed with blood, and they rolled on the ground in pain a few times, and they did not move.

With just one blow, the ranks of the fallen nuns were scattered, and the only one left was Sister Misal. At this time, her arms were firmly in front of her, and two furrows were cut in the ground under her feet, and the skin on her forearms was pitted with the blood of demon hunters.

With a sickly smile, Misal licked the sulfuric acid blood on his arm with his forked tongue: "That's how it feels!" ”