All forces have always maintained a tacit understanding, just like the witch Arteya, a semi-public member of the Witch Federation in Anthony Dagang. The church forces headed by Pastor Richard clearly know the witches' territory in the Blind Eye Jewel House, and they will never investigate there.

On the one hand, the witches and the warlocks have already submitted their letters of vocation, and on the other hand, if they are really forced into a dead end, these people will voluntarily become the coordinate points of chaos, and the Navigator will not be able to bear the losses caused.

Just like this time, Pastor Richard knew that the nuns would arrive at Anthony Harbor, but the church's forces would pretend not to know that they would neither support the black ship nor send people to hunt down witches. But now things are so big that if Pastor Richard could not see that the witches and nuns were playing with them, he would not have become the leader of a city's temple.

"Send a team of paladins to support the nobles and bring the eggless city guards together!" Pastor Richard was wearing a delicate chain mail, and he also put a heavy chest mail on his outside. He waved his octagonal hammer and smashed a human-shaped distorted head into his chest: "Send someone to warn the pirates to stop attacking the black ship. If you continue to mess around, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

"Campas! This is the land of warriors, the eyes of my lord are as bright as a torch! No villain can pass through my defense!" Pastor Richard roared at the boundless aberration outside the city wall like a lion, jumped out of the city wall, and smashed into the enemy group like a bomb!

"Campas!" The paladins present were very motivated for a moment, and launched a counter-charge against the distorted body, stabilizing the precarious defense line. A group of city guard soldiers who had been waiting next to him for a long time hurried forward to strengthen the defense at the city gate at the officer's order.

"Witch, you have caused a big disaster this time. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer, I will use my way to reason with you!" Pastor Richard emptied the nearby enemies like a whirlwind and said in a voice that only he could hear.

"The witch wanted to steal something from the nun, but unexpectedly summoned a monster that could not be controlled." The Demon Hunter briefly introduced the summary of the whole thing: "Now our mission is to solve this monster, and the witches are willing to provide the greatest help and reward."

The witch Arteya stared at the Ranger's face, a little nervous. The witches have been trying to make up for the damage caused by their innate talent, but too many times the disgusting eyes from others made her accustomed to being despised characters and hiding her face behind the veil.

"So, the reward for this mission is very generous?" Ranger grabbed the point at the first time and looked at the Demon Hunter with anticipation: "How much can I get?"

The witch Alteya suddenly felt that his inner scenes were all performed for the dog, and said viciously: "As long as you can eliminate it as soon as possible, cause less losses, and you can offer it at will!"

No problem that can be solved with money is a problem. This is probably the style of the witches. Unfortunately, most of the problems they encounter cannot be solved with money.

Looking at the ranger who treated the witches and nuns equally or indifferently to the disaster, the silver-haired witch said in a voice that only the demon hunter could hear, "Are you Seris so... free and easy?"

The Demon Hunter did not look back, but his voice came over: "You can meet the prophet of the future. You might as well observe with your own eyes. I promise that you will see more Cialis in the future."

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The nun's increasingly weak prayer was interrupted by a violent cough, and Ingrid's lighting crystal slid from her hands. She covered her mouth with her hands, trying to suppress the painful cough. The warm blood flowed along her palms, and even if she couldn't see clearly, the nun knew that with the violent cough, what was sprayed on her hands were fragments of her internal organs.

The traitor's weapon was blessed by the evil god. A small wound, the nun began to care about it. When she found the problem, everything was too late. It could not heal and bleeding continued. The wound seemed to have life, spreading deeper.

The nun felt that her body was getting heavier and weaker, so she didn't dare to bend down to pick up her own lighting crystal. Although it was her only lighting object and the only thing that brought her light, she was afraid that she would fall and could no longer stand up.

Ingrid groped in the darkness and marched forward with difficulty. Although his body became weaker and weaker, there was a blazing fire in her eyes. Her firm belief supported the long-deadly dying warrior to continue to persevere.

"The exit must be found. There is a traitor among us. The sisters must be warned that the sincere heart cannot be defiled, for the sake of the Witch King..." The nun only held a necklace that symbolized loyalty hanging around his neck. The only function of the necklace is to record a piece of voice, which can read the recorded words at that time in a specific instrument.

It records the voice recorded by the nun of the clerk Misal Brigita when he sacrificed his sister to the evil god named Sharishi. It was an evil ritual that had never happened before. It came from one of the highest evil gods, the evil god symbolizing desire, Sarne!

She must send the news, otherwise the sisters will never know Misal’s true face! At all costs, the traitor must get the end he deserves!

However, the reality is cruel. The nun who refused to give up finally stopped and looked in despair at the road ahead that was completely blocked by the fleshy mushroom blanket.

"Ahem, damn... Witch King, is this... my destiny?" The nun unwilling to knock on the wall in front with his hands, but the elastic surface but in fact the extremely strong fleshy wall completely prevented Ingrid from completing her mission.

If her body is intact, even if she uses her teeth, the nun will try to dig out a passage, but she is seriously injured and dying. She has been supporting her will, and it is impossible for her to complete such a task. Relying on her current physical strength to go back and choose a path again is just a fantasy.

The nun covered her wounds and leaned against the wall and slowly sat on the ground. Ingrid knew that his journey had come to an end. With his spiritual relaxation, a large stream of blood surged into her throat and flowed down the corner of her mouth.

The nun smiled silently, the remaining physical strength was not enough to support her to laugh out loud, and she could finally rest. It was really easy without resisting the death signal from her body. Then the nun's tears fell out of the corners of her eyes. She knew that no one knew about her sacrifice, and the traitor would continue to hide among the sisters, and more sisters would be killed.
Chapter completed!