"In the original Green Cross, sir." said the militia weakly: "They suddenly appeared, a group of women! Wearing armor, Mr. Marx thought they were survivors of what organization. Until they began to attack us! Mr. Mancini retreated with Mr. Marx. If this child and his father had not appeared suddenly, I would not have had the chance to escape for help..."

The young man who was supporting the militia raised his head proudly, looked at the black-haired and black-eyed demon hunter with curious eyes, pursed his lips, and did not speak.

"How is Mr. Marx's injury?" asked the Cavalier Bart anxiously. As a knight, he had never seen a leader like Marx. Even if there was a glimmer of hope, he did not want Marx to have any accidents: "How many of them are there?"

The militia looked down in shame: "I don't know, sir, I didn't see how many of them were. The brothers thought there was no danger. Almost the first time the other party launched an attack, we were dispersed. I saw Mr. Marx pierced the abdomen by one of the women."

Along the way, the corpses of the aberrant were almost everywhere, and everyone thought that the aberrant had been wiped out. The militia, including the Knight Barth, relaxed their vigilance. After all, they were not professional soldiers, but civilians who were hurriedly trained and walked onto the battlefield.

The injured militia looked carefully at the nuns who were injured everywhere and whispered: "Sir, the people who attacked us look similar to their equipment. But they feel different. They look a little more fancy and feel like..."

The militia didn't know how to describe the enemies they met for a while. They looked like beast trainers who escaped from the acrobatic troupe.

"Does there be many of them who have grown extra limbs? They look crazy, almost unreasonable?" Silent nun Serestein walked to the side of the demon hunter and asked the militia in a less skillful way of speaking.

"Yes, that's right." The militia looked at Celystein, covered in blood, and a hint of pity appeared in her eyes. The reason why she was willing to stand up and respond to Mr. Marx's call and become a militia of the People's Self-Protection Federation was because she didn't want her sister to have to use weapons to protect herself one day.

Looking at the girl who was about the same age as her sister, but seemed to be used to the blood-filled girl, the militia felt that her choice was the right one!

The militia's eyes did not make the silent nun Celistein feel offended. In fact, as a close servant of the Witch King, no one dared to look her in the eyes for many years, let alone the emotion of pity! Celiste's feelings were a bit complicated when he was doing this.

The demon hunter looked around, and the wounded were all over the ground, making it look like a field hospital. He looked at Pastor Richard. As the local host, the church should also make some efforts: "Master Richard, can you ask your people to take care of the wounded here, whether it is nuns or witches, I think we should not continue to bleed today. Do the great Campas and his most fearless warriors agree? "

The passionate paladins behind Pastor Richard burst out with a warm response. In their eyes, the Demon Hunter is simply the greatest warrior in the world!

Pastor Richard was dissatisfied with bounced the remaining cigarette butt towards the Demon Hunter, and made a null move to count gold coins at him. The Demon Hunter smiled slightly, quietly pointed to the equipment called [Faith Armour] used by the Silent Nun on the ground, and also made a null move to count gold coins with his hands.

Pastor Richard smashed his fist hard on the palm of his hand, expressing his agreement, and the demon hunter nodded with satisfaction. In an instant, two foxes, one big and one small, completed a dirty deal, and the pure and fearless nuns may become the biggest losers.

"Can you take us to find the place where they were attacked?" The demon hunter asked the young man who was holding the militia. He saw rough calluses in the boy's hands, which were traces left by long-term use of weapons. In contrast, there were the strong muscles on the boy's arms.

"Of course! I will take you there!" The boy replied calmly: "My name is Carl, maybe you don't remember it. But my family and I owe you a favor! My dad stays there, and I will take you back to find him!"

The young man named Carl leaned against the wall, gently lowered the militia, and walked towards the direction he came.

The Demon Hunter remembered the family he met when he first entered the Lower City. It is hard to imagine that this child who looked mature and steady had shot two crossbow arrows at him. Although it was not very powerful, the boy's courageous nature could be seen. Unexpectedly, it was the two of them. The Demon Hunter smiled.

"Be careful, it may be a plan to lure the tiger out of the mountain." The demon hunter left Li Yanlong, Knight Bart, his daughter, and the remaining militia here, and whispered: "Take care for our witches, if there are any changes in the church people, ignore the others and take the witch back to the camp!"

Pastor Richards began to build simple defense facilities around him, obviously he also considered the possibility of arguing, while the priests began to simply bandage and treat the wounded.

Although the nuns complained, under the command of the silent nun Celistein, they still twisted their noses and accepted the help of the priests. Celistein stood beside the demon hunter with the combat nun who could still fight and all the clerical nuns.

"Today, the battle between us has ended." Celistein said: "But the nuns must, alone, resolve the traitor. The traitor must die! Misel Brigita, and the sisters who were bewitched by her, will be purified in the sacred flame!"

The Demon Hunter nodded and agreed: "I told you that we have a common enemy."

The young man Carl was like the most experienced hunter. In the ruined lower city, he passed through the complex terrain and found the place where the battle had occurred before.

It was a crossroads, and the battle had long ended, and a militia's body was hung on a pillar, swaying with the wind.

The dead militia, from the corners of their mouths to their cheeks, was cut with a sharp knife, and their faces were like a clown's smile. They opened their arms and faced towards the direction of the Demon Hunter and their group, as if they were welcoming their arrival.

"You are late." The blood words on your chest seemed to mock everyone again.
Chapter completed!