"Apart from us, there are other people here, presumably the nuns who came to the slum to catch witches." The demon hunter carefully looked at the footprints on the ground and pointed to the passage on the right: "But there is only one person's footprints, she arrived here one step ahead of us, and chose this path to continue walking." ”

The Demon Hunter looked back at Ephilal, "Have you seen any fragments of this nun in the fragments of the future?" Will she be able to lead us to our goal? ”

Without waiting for the witch to answer, the demon hunter made a choice, even the worst option was better than no choice, and there was no time to hesitate any longer: "Let's follow her and see if we can find anything, and hopefully we will have time to stop it before the disaster spreads." ”

The silver-haired witch nodded, indicating her support for the Demon Hunter's decision, and picked up Arteya, who was panting beside her. Compared to the other witch, Ephilar didn't seem to feel the stuffiness underground, and the whole person was still in good condition.

The Demon Hunter reached out and brushed the hair stuck to his forehead, and looked at the vigilant Ranger a few meters away, who took off the hood he had been wearing, sweat running down his sideburns.

"I listen to you, head, you have the final say, this damn mission, the sooner it ends, the better." The Ranger is fed up with the environment and doesn't want to stay for a minute.

The Demon Hunter nodded, slung his weapon over his shoulder, and walked into the passage first, waving it every now and then, and the flames on the blade flashed across the passage.

Ingrid hurried through the hot and humid underground passages, where the occasional fungus blanket made the nun feel like she was walking in the bowels of some giant monster. The delicately patterned boots were covered in silt, and their owner was holding a dimly lit crystal and trampling it across the muddy ground.

The nun's heavy gasps swirled through the passage, and Ingrid walked slowly with her right hand against the wall of the passage, the heavy armor long abandoned in the previous chaos, and now she was accompanied only by her own sword.

Drops of red spread across the nun's soft armor, and the simply bandaged wound between her waist and abdomen tested her will as she moved.

"The Great Witch King, whose power is boundless. Witch King, save us from the plague, from deception, from temptation! The nun gritted her teeth and walked through the passage, chanting the Sisters' holy words: "From the panic of mutant xenos, save us." Give eternal glory to the war dead. ”

A deep prayer would be reprinted between Ingrid's throat, constantly giving her spiritual support, but it could not replace her passing life and physical strength. Ingrid is an excellent combat nun, and despite her short time on the Crimson Shroud, her exploits have already made her stand out from the crowd.

She understood that her body was on the verge of collapse, and it was likely that she would lose her strength in the next minute, fall to the ground and die in a painful struggle, without a farewell ceremony, without a Chinese New Year tombstone, and no one even knew.

"There is no glory at all!" The nun clenched her teeth, her eyes seemed to be filled with flames: "I must get out!" The traitor must be punished, my sister must be warned, and Lord Celestein must be made aware that the shameful traitor is hiding among us! ”

The demon hunter touched the marks on the wall, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, and crushed it finely, the nun was in a bad condition. He noticed that blood began to appear on the ground, either the nun had been attacked here, or the previous wound had collapsed, and judging by the amount of bleeding, the nun's injuries were serious.

"May the Witch King save her." The silver-haired witch Ephilal bowed her head and prayed, but the words aroused Altya's displeasure.

"Don't forget, you're also a witch now, on the list of witch kings!" Despite her displeasure, the witch restrained her tone, as the other party was the one the Witches Federation had been looking for for decades.

Ephilar smiled: "Don't get excited, Arteya, you can't expect me to completely abandon my previous identity in just a few months. I've been a nun for many years, and the Witch Kings are essential to this world, and they're not entirely evil. ”

The witch Artya pursed her lips tightly and did not reply to Ephilal's words, but judging from her refusal of the other party's support, the witch clearly disagreed with Ephilal's words.

Sister Ingrid was so tired that her body was constantly alerting her brain to rest, but the nun knew that if she stopped, she would never be able to stand up again. She had a mission, and it was a dozen fearless sisters who had bought their lives for the opportunity to escape from that traitor.

The traitor who needs to be destroyed is still alive, and she can't die—at least not now: "O witch king, I beg you to give me another chance, in their eyes, you are the spokesperson of death, and will not spare a blasphemer!" ”

In a hoarse voice, the nun struggled to take her steps and walked forward.

"Head, what do you mean by nuns, witches, and this disaster?" The ranger, who was in charge of covering in the back, took advantage of the fact that there were no distortions catching up and disturbing him, and asked the demon hunter his own question.

The ranger's question made the two witches silently glance at the demon hunter, waiting for his answer. This is a complex issue, and fundamentally the battle between the witches and nuns is the direct cause of this catastrophe that could destroy the entire city.

The interests of the two sides are different, and the nuns' actions have maintained the safety of the whole world to some extent, but the witches are clearly not willing to sit idly by. This problem has plagued all forces for many years, and the sorceress and warlocks, a profession that is naturally favored by Chaos, are themselves unstable factors, often becoming the fuse of a Chaos erosion event.

But in order to prove themselves, the witches and warlocks have been at the forefront of the battle against Chaos, paying a very tragic price, and the warlock line was almost interrupted in the last battle to clear the Chaos Pollution Zone.

In addition to catching these children of calamity all over the world, the chaos inside also shows the precious spirit of jealousy and hatred, and regards death as home. Although they often attack with friendly forces, the Witch King behind them is a group of people who stand at the top of this world, and no one can ignore their contribution in this battle to defend the world.

Therefore, most of the forces, towards the existence of nuns and witches, have taken a cold approach and turned a blind eye.