The demon hunter picked up a diamond-shaped crystal that emitted fluorescent light from the ground. A dim white light enveloped the surrounding area nearly three meters, and there were still some blood stains on the crystal.

"This is the fluorescent crystal we often use, a specialty of the New World." Aifelar said a little depressedly, because the blood on the crystal had solidified, it seemed that they were still some distance away from the original owner of the crystal.

However, the demon hunter found more and more blood on the ground. As soon as he walked over, even Arteya, who had little experience in this area, could see that the nun was in a very bad situation now.

"We keep moving forward, her wounds are getting worse and worse, and we can't go far." The demon hunter grabbed a handful of blood-stained soil under the light of the fluorescent crystal and carefully identified the part that was not the soil: "Although unfortunately, it is more likely that we can see a corpse."

"The nun's wound was wrong. I smelled the stinking of chaos in my blood." The demon hunter walked forward holding the fluorescent crystal. The small sound made the people behind him almost unable to hear it: "The smell is completely different from the stinky smell here, Nurgle, Terror, who will come to get involved next? It's so lively!"

The demon hunter expected that although the nun's injuries were very serious, it seemed that an unknown force drove her to never give up and ignore the physical injuries. The group walked for nearly twenty minutes, and the ranger and the demon hunter also massacred a deformed patrol that followed, and then saw a nun kneeling on the ground in the distance leaning against the wall.

The nun lowered his head as if he was asleep, and his long sword was inserted into the ground, his forehead against the hilt of the sword, and one side of his body was against the wall, keeping himself from falling down. One hand stretched forward, his palm facing up, holding a necklace of skull shape. In order to maintain this position, the nun nailed the arm to the wall with a dagger, and the other hand hung weakly to the ground.

There is no doubt that this is a combat nun belonging to the Crimson Shirou. Even without the cumbersome armor, the demon hunter can recognize it. The one end is almost the same as Aphiral, with its iconic silver hair.

The demon hunter walked to the nun and picked up the necklace from her palm. The shape of the necklace reminded him of the ring he had obtained before, [Ring of Purity].

He could feel that the nun's body temperature had disappeared, that is, the nun had been dead for nearly half an hour. Considering the stuffy environment here, it might have been a little longer. Although she worked very hard, this was the final destination for the strong warrior.

"Maybe you know what this necklace does?" The Demon Hunter handed the necklace in his hand to Efilar: "A thing she thought was more important than her life might explain why she was here and why the wound was infected by chaos."

The demon hunter gestured to Efilar, stepped forward and slowly lowered the nun's body, pointing at the nun's wound that almost turned into a black one. The wound was not deep, but obviously the chaotic aura stained on it completely worsened the entire injury, and eventually took the life of the strong nun.

"Her name is Ingrid Brown." Epheral read out the name engraved on the back of the necklace, opened the interlayer of the necklace, and sighed: "There is a memory gem in the necklace that can record some sounds. I think the things she protected with her life are inside."

"Let her go with a decent walk, and then we..." The Demon Hunter didn't finish his words, and the Ranger who had been guarding behind to prevent the aberrant attack from sneak attacking came over.

"Head! I feel like that guy should be in the position!" Ranger said anxiously: "It suddenly appeared in front and then disappeared quickly, but I think we are very close!"

"Let's go!" The demon hunter stood up, pulled out Sister Ingrid's long sword on the ground, and threw it to Ephiral: "It's too late, but the glory of the warrior will continue to be passed on in weapons. This is our tradition of Ceris. Those who take this sword and kill her will definitely return it with blood."

Then the Demon Hunter walked forward without looking back: "But now, let's deal with the enemy in front of us!"

The witch Arteya whispered: "Let's go, we will come back. Those who come back alive will give her a decent funeral. Faced with chaos, even enemies should help each other."

"You have to know that most witches will not be treated like this when they fall into nuns' hands." Aphiral was pulled forward by the witch and chased the figure of the Demon Hunter: "Don't you hate us?"

"Our innate talent has brought enough hatred to the witches. The witches just want to live quietly one day in the future, just like an ordinary person." Arteya's voice gasped in the running: "You are our hope. If something unexpected happens later, I will give you priority. For the Witch Federation, you are crucial!"

Aifelar shook his head, carried the witch and ran forward: "It's useless. Without the blood pressure of the demon hunter, the nun of the Heart of the True One would have discovered the void shock caused by me even through the entire sea of ​​storms. Doing so will only lead to the nuns launching a new round of holy war against the witch."

"The witches' determination is greater than you think." The witch carried on her shoulders felt that she was almost vomiting with the bumps: " Rather than waiting for the arrival of death without hope, we would rather try our best to fight for that glimmer of hope!"

"The head, it should be here. I just felt that monster in front!" The ranger who was walking in the front put his ear on the fleshy wall at the end of the passage, as if he wanted to listen to the sound behind the wall: "My perceived distance is 500 meters, it must be somewhere behind this!"

The demon hunter stabbed his long sword into the fleshy wall with force. He felt that his sword was like he had stabbed into bulletproof rubber. He stabbed nearly 140 cm of sword body into it for more than half, and he felt that the resistance had changed slightly. This wall was nearly one meter thick!

Aiferal, who carried the witch, walked to the wall and placed the witch who had closed her mouth and tried not to spit it out on the ground: "Can you get over?"

"No, we must go over!" The demon hunter said firmly, then used a dagger to pull out a long wound in his chest, and blood flowed with the dagger.
Chapter completed!