Today's protagonist, Miss Carlo, is floating in mid-air, as if asleep.

A trace of black smoke slowly flowed out of the girl's ear, as if she had life, carefully observed the surrounding environment, quickly left the girl's body, turned into a thin line, and pounced on an unsuspecting witch!

All this happened when Knight Bart told Li Yanlong, and no one, including the two witches, noticed the change.

Only Sister Misar, who was outside the warehouse, seemed to be aware of it, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Life is always full of surprises!" ”

Under the command of Sister Pardes, the Battle Nuns scattered and surrounded the entire warehouse, and the Scribe Sisters, led by Sister Mishar, gathered the wrath of the Witch King, and a huge fireball created by the Scribe Sisters combined cast a spell appeared out of thin air in the air.

"Penitent nun, prepare to enter the battlefield and complete your path to glory." There seemed to be blood dripping from the Flag Nun's tone.

The three battle nuns with exceptionally heavy armor took a step forward silently, their strong bodies covered by the armor, the special helmets seemed to merge with the armor, and the perspective was completely fixed in front of them.

They held in their hands strange weapons that looked like staves more than spears, and plunged the front half of their weapons into the flames created by the clerical nuns.

As if a living thing, the flames spread along the weapon like a nun's body, and the runes on the weapons and armor were lit one by one and activated.

The bodies of the three nuns began to tremble slightly, and the flames not only activated their special weapons and armor, but also scorched the nuns' bodies.

A person who has repented of a nun, made a big mistake in a certain mission, or failed to complete her mission due to some accident, and affected the Witch King's plan.

In such cases, most nuns will fight to the death or voluntarily end their lives after the war to prove themselves.

And the other part, the part that worships the witch king the most, their remorse is so intense that even if they use their lives to make up for it, they still feel that they can't make up for their failures.

As a result, they became penitent nuns, who would pray to the witch kings for a path of atonement, and after obtaining their consent, they would return to their monasteries and be sealed in this special armor.

This armor was called a sin of steel by the nuns, and after the repentant nuns were equipped with this armor, the abbot himself would seal the entire armor with hot steel nails and red-hot molten iron.

The armor is like a moving prison, its helmet only provides a 60-degree line of sight directly ahead, and the person wearing this armor cannot retreat, bend their body, or sit down, because the structure of the armor cannot do this.

Unable to feed themselves, unable to excrete on their own, whether on a black ship or in a convent, there will be special nuns who will take care of the daily life of these penitent nuns, and this boundless suffering can only end after the penitent nuns die in battle.

Penitent nuns who die in battle are considered the noblest sisters in the monastery, their names are inscribed on the walls of the monastery, and they are worshipped daily by others, and many new nuns even want to become penitent nuns for this honor, but this is often rejected.

The three penitent nuns completely absorbed the flames created by the clerical nuns. Flames were driven, forming veins along the runes of their armor, and the tips of their longarms burned with flames, turning the nearby night into day.

The three penitent nuns lined up in a row, marching in a neat stride, one arm apart, and pushed forward, their specially made weapons leveled by the nuns and pointed forward.

From time to time, a fiery dragon erupted from the tip of the weapon, spanning a distance of seven or eight meters, causing the creature summoned by the witch in the distance to retreat in fear.

Although Knight Bart had never seen a flamethrower in modern warfare, the battle-hardened veteran knight couldn't help but say a dirty word: "Damn, this time it's a big trouble!" ”

Blessings are incomparable, disasters are not singular, and at this moment, Knight Bart is not the only one who says this.

"Damn, I'm in big trouble!" The Demon Hunter used the warrior's shield to block the gushing flames, and behind the Silent Nun, a repentant nun in full gear was spraying flames with her own weapon.

When the Silent Nun dodged to reveal the enemy behind her, the Demon Hunter relied on superhuman reflexes to activate the Quinn Seal as soon as possible.

But unexpectedly, the Quinfa seal was absorbed by the deck under his feet the moment it appeared, as if what had appeared before was just an illusion.

The female warrior didn't have time to support, so she threw her shield at the demon hunter from afar, and the demon hunter accurately inserted her arm into the arm cover on the back of the shield in the air, and with the help of inertia, she rotated it in a circle and blocked the shield in the direction of the enemy!

The shield weighing sixty kilograms was heavily smashed to the ground by the demon hunter, at a sixty-degree angle to the deck, and Xu Yichen hid his entire body behind the shield!

He could feel the thrust of the flames spewing on the shield, and he could feel the temperature of the metal shield rising rapidly in the flames!

In a matter of seconds, the Demon Hunter's arm attached to the back of the shield began to feel the scorching heat, and as the Penitent Nun advanced, the Demon Hunter could clearly hear the sizzling of skin and muscles against the hot metal.

Ignoring the smell of burnt protein, the Demon Hunter listened intently to the footsteps of the enemy on the other side of the shield, his expression calm, as if the person enveloped in flames was not himself.

Seven meters, the blisters on the skin of the palm of his hand made the demon hunter frown.

Six-meter, melted skin makes the demon hunter feel that the shield is a little sticky.

Five meters, at a little closer, at a little closer.

At four meters, the Demon Hunter could feel the enemy stop walking and the power of the flames waned.

Now is the time! The demon hunter threw the shield in his hand forward with all his strength, and the skin on his arm also disappeared, the blood made the long sword in his hand a little slippery, and the pain caused the muscles to twitch slightly.

But the Demon Hunter's sword was still strong, and the long sword body easily pierced through the penitent nun's armarmor under the push of the arm, and the Demon Hunter had no time to dodge the attack from behind, and the battle nun who had fought him before left a long wound in the back of the Demon Hunter.

The blood that used to work a miracle was spilled on the deck, just like the others.

The Demon Hunter turned his sword, and with the scream of metal, one of the Penitent Nun's arms was cut off by the long sword, but the enemy seemed to have no sense, and used the remaining hand to manipulate the weapon in his hand, aiming it in the direction of the Demon Hunter!