The monster once called Misal only felt a huge shock coming from the head. The shin, which was strengthened by the master, was broken by the huge force in an instant.

But now she is the darling of Slaanesh, pain and torture, her soul, her antidote, and the truth she pursues! Misal got up from the ground in a mess, straightened her head with her claws, completely ignoring the misplaced bones, making a creaking sound, and cut off her nose with her sharp claws.

"Ah, this breathing is much smoother!" Misal shook his head, as if he felt a little crooked, but no matter what! I have deviated from the aesthetics of low-level species. She looked at her pink skin in obsession, like the most dazzling diamond!

"Come again! I'm not happy enough!" Misal roared and threw the little monsters transformed by the fallen nuns around him far away. The demon hunter saw these things like excavators, using their extra limbs to dig to the surface.

"Okay, pervert, it seems that if you don't move, you won't give up the opportunity to disgust me!" The Demon Hunter scratched his head, and for a moment he was really a little overwhelmed.

On the other side, the nuns followed the Ranger silently, without saying a word. The Ranger followed the feeling in the dark, chasing the murderer who killed the militia, vaguely feeling that he seemed to have gone around a big circle and wanted to return to the position of the witches.

The Ranger suddenly stopped, knelt on one knee, stretched out his hand, and clenched his five fingers into a fist. After simple communication before, the nuns behind him understood that the gesture meant: quiet and hidden, so they stopped one after another. A representative responsible for communication walked carefully to the Ranger.

Not far ahead, a lonely nun seemed to be kneeling on his knees and praying. In front of her was a statue made of flesh and blood. The pink smoke maintained the shape of the statue, and seemed to be modified from time to time. Looking at the weapons and equipment scattered all over the ground, it was not difficult for the Ranger to guess what the materials were for making the statue.

Most of them were the corpses of nuns, mixed with the flesh and blood of a part of militia, forming a man sitting on the 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 plumpness arranged at one time from the chest to the lower abdomen, which made people feel very eye-catching.

Sure enough, the nun who came beside him took a breath: "Witch King, how dare you blaspheme so much!"

Then there was the Pig Torch, which had no tactics or formations. The combat nuns seemed to be crazy and rushed down howling. They were so excited today, but compared with the thing in front of them, it was simply not worth mentioning.

The rebel who had been kneeling on the ground to pray was just a smile on his face, and then he inserted a crystal-like dagger into his chest! He cut down without hesitation, as if he had pulled open a zipper of a piece of clothing, and the depraved nun's organs were scattered all over the ground. She had no feeling, and placed her internal organs at the foot of the statue in different categories, and then stabbed the blood-stained dagger on the legs of the flesh and blood statue.

It seemed that the entire ceremony had been completed, and the fallen nun shrank into a ball and no longer breathed.

But the trouble had just begun. The statue seemed to be activated, absorbing the pink mist surrounding the surroundings. The wreckage that was originally sewn together was quickly merged together! From the nuns' charge, within a distance of less than fifty meters, this thing was right in front of the ranger. From a statue of corpses sewn into a real and weird creature!

It is a huge body four meters tall, with two anti-joint slender lower limbs, one of which is covered with red sharp corners; it has a slender arm, and its left hand is like the most beautiful dancer, with smooth curves, delicate collarbone, and an amazingly sized breastfeeding organ; on the other side, its strong chest muscles and solid shoulders drive the two right arms, with clear muscle lines, reminding the Ranger of the bodybuilder.

As the monster stood up from the throne, she took off the robe sewn with human skin, and under her long silver hair, there was a familiar face of the nuns.

"Master Pads?" The combat nun led by the leadership let out an unconscious scream: "No! This is absolutely impossible!"

The Ranger looked at the unscrupulous monster shaking the indescribable fifth branch, and murmured unconsciously: "MLGB, is there a GM online? I want to complain!"

"Keep the formation! You idiots!" The monster with the appearance of a nun Pads holding a flag shouted, "This is a trap, nuns! This is a land of depravity. You can only die generously to be free!"

While scolding the nuns, the monster did not hesitate to use a long boned sword to cut a nun who did not know whether to attack or retreat in half: "Is this the result of your years of training? No wonder the glory of the Witch King was humiliated and extinguished in your hands!"

Faced with the former commander and the other party's words, the nuns' morale was almost collapsed for a moment: "We don't, Lord Pads!"

Puchi, the talking nun was penetrated by a bone-like sword over two meters long, and his armor was as useless as decoration. Pads raised the nun who was hung on the weapon and held it in front of him: "You don't? How do you prove it? Where is your captain? Why do I only see a group of defeated dogs wailing here?"

Before the nun answered, Pads opened his mouth to the limit and nipped the nun's head in one bite, as if he was tasting the taste, while chewing, he said, "Haha, even the Crimson Fury Clothes was kidnapped. It's so embarrassing! Instead of living without glory, why not join me and pursue the eternal truth together?"

With Pads' words, on the monster's shoulder, a small head that looked the same as the nun who had just been swallowed came out and shouted: "Yes, come on, join us! Let's join Lord Pads! Come on! We will be with the sisters forever, and we will never be separated from each other again..."

Bang! The nun's head was shot directly by a long arrow that cut through the air! The ranger standing at a high place was stepping on a stone, and the other long arrow in his hand was already above the bowstring. His sharp eyes made the nun in chaos hardly look directly.

"It seems that the murderer I'm looking for has become a part of you." The Ranger's hand was as steady as steel: "Since that's the case, then let's pay for the blood debt!"

PS: Today's second chapter, there is another chapter after 12 o'clock. I won't owe the chapters when I update it every day~Wow PS: Thank you @天天女子女 for your reward, thank you book friend @天女子女 for your reward
Chapter completed!