The monster that was once called Misal only felt a huge shock coming from his head, and the shin bones strengthened by his master, like fragile building blocks, were broken by the tremendous force in an instant.

But she is now the darling of Slaanesh, and pain and torment are her soul, her antidote, and the truth she seeks! Misal scrambled to his feet and straightened his head with his claws, completely ignoring the tooth-inducing creak of the misaligned bones, and severing his nose with his sharp claws.

"Ah, it's so much easier to breathe this way!" Misal shook his head, as if he felt a little crooked, but what about him! I've gotten rid of the aesthetics of a low-class species, and she looks at her pink skin with fascination, like the most brilliant diamond!

"Come again! I'm not cool enough! Misal roared, throwing a few of the depraved nuns around him into small monsters. The Demon Hunter saw these things like excavators, using their extra limbs to dig into the surface.

"Okay, pervert, it seems that if you don't move to be serious, you won't give up the opportunity to disgust me!" The demon hunter scratched his head, for a moment he really had a big head.

On the other side, the ranger's team, the nuns followed the ranger silently, without saying a word. The ranger followed the dark feeling and pursued the murderer of the militia all the way, vaguely feeling as if he had come full circle to return to the location of the witches.

The ranger stopped suddenly, got down on one knee, stretched out his hand, and clenched his open fingers into a fist. The nuns behind them understood the meaning of this gesture after a brief communication: quiet and hidden, so they stopped one after another, and a representative in charge of communication cautiously walked to the ranger's side.

Not far ahead, a lone nun seemed to kneel in prayer, and in front of her was a statue of flesh and blood, the pink smoke maintaining the statue's shape, which seemed to be modified from time to time. Looking at the weapons and equipment scattered all over the place, it was not difficult for the ranger to guess what the materials used to make this statue were.

Most of them are the corpses of nuns, mixed with the flesh and blood of some militiamen, forming a figure of a man sitting on a throne, wearing a robe and a hood. The ranger subconsciously looked at the nun's breastplate, the decorative pattern engraved on it looked similar to the statue, the only difference was that the statue below was naked under the robe, and there were three pairs of plump ones arranged from the chest to the lower abdomen at a time, which made people feel very spicy.

Sure enough, the nun who came to him gasped: "O witch king, how dare you blaspheme the sacred! ”

Then there was the pig rush without any tactics and formations to speak of, the battle nuns seemed to be crazy, howling and rushing down, they had been stimulated enough today, but compared to the thing in front of them, it was simply not worth mentioning.

The rebel who had been kneeling and praying just looked at them with a smile on his face and plunged a crystal dagger into his chest! Without hesitation, she cut downward, as if she had unzipped a piece of clothing, and the fallen nun's organs were scattered all over the ground, and she felt nothing, and placed her internal organs at the feet of the statue, and then pierced the blood-stained dagger into the leg of the flesh statue.

As if the whole ritual had been completed, the fallen nun shrunk into a ball, breathless.

But the trouble has just begun, as if the statue has been activated, absorbing the pink mist around it, and the remains that were originally roughly stitched together quickly merge together! From the nuns charged, in a short distance of less than fifty meters, this thing was in front of the ranger's eyes, from a statue of corpses piled up and stitched, into a real monster creature!

It is a massive body of four meters tall, with two elongated lower limbs with anti-joints, one of which is covered with red sharp horns; The same slender arm, the left hand is like the most beautiful dancer, with sleek curves, delicate collarbones, and a mammalian organ of astonishing size; On the other side, the strong pectoral muscles, solid shoulders, driving the two right arms, and the muscles are distinct, which reminds the ranger of Mr. Bodybuilding.

As the monster rose from its throne, the robe river hood sewn from human skin, and under the long silver hair was the familiar face of the nuns.

"Mistress Pardes?" The battle nun at the head let out an unconscious scream: "No! It's impossible! ”

The ranger was dumbfounded as the defenseless monster shook the indescribable fifth leg like a show-off, and muttered unconsciously to himself, "MLGB, is there a GM online?" I want to complain! ”

"Stay in formation! You idiots! The monster in the form of Sister Pardes, who bears the flag, shouted, "This is a trap, nuns!" This is a place of depravity, and you can only be liberated by dying generously! ”

While reprimanding the nuns, the monster did not hesitate to cut off a nun who didn't know whether to attack or retreat with a long bone knife: "Is this the result of your years of training?" No wonder the glory of the witch king is dishonored and extinguished in your hands! ”

In the face of the former prefect and the words of the other party, the nuns' morale almost collapsed for a while: "We don't, Master Padus!" ”

Poof, the nun, who spoke, was pierced by a long bone knife more than two meters long, and the armor was as useless as decoration. Paddes lifted the nun who was hanging from the weapon in front of her: "You don't? How to prove it? Where's your captain? Why do I only see a pack of defeated dogs wailing here? ”

Without waiting for the nun to reply, Pardes opened her mouth to the limit, and gnawed down the nun's head in one gulp, as if tasting the taste, and as she chewed, she said, "Haha, it's embarrassing that even the crimson shroud has been taken away!" Rather than live without glory, why not join me in my quest for eternal truth? ”

With Paddes' words, on the shoulders of this monster, a trumpet head that looked like the nun who had just been devoured popped up, and shouted from his mouth: "Yes, come, join us!" Let's become one with Mistress Padus! Come on! We will be with our sisters forever and never ......be separated from each other again."

Boom! The nun's head was exploded by a long arrow that pierced the air! The ranger standing on a high place, stepping on a stone, another long arrow in his hand was already above the bowstring, and his sharp gaze made the nun in the chaos almost dare not look directly.

"Looks like the murderer I'm looking for has become a part of you." The ranger's hand is as steady as steel: "In that case, then pay the debt with blood!" ”