Looking at the demon hunter who was approaching slowly, Sister Slaanes knew that her disguise had been seen through. She shouldn't have agreed so happily when the other party proposed a truce. After relaxing for a moment, she was caught by the cunning hunter.

"Don't you long for my blood?" The Demon Hunter cut his arm with his long sword: "Can it make you so happy that it can fly? Make you happy."

This time, Sister Slaanes screamed in despair like a little girl about to be hurt, and the harsh sound echoed in the tunnel and passed out from afar.

"Did you hear any sound?" Marx asked. Without the power of chaos spreading in his body, he had already passed the most dangerous moment with his outstanding physique.

Boss Poke was carrying Marx on his back and replied in sweat: "I heard nothing, I could only hear the sound of my heartbeat in my ears. I felt like I was going to have a heart disease..."

"You don't know, you're just too fat, you need to lose weight!" Rick, who was in charge of opening the way in front, held his broken arm and joked: "We'd better find someone who can help you quickly and support the Demon Hunter. I still owe him a glass of wine."

"Instead of worrying about the Cyris Demon, we should worry about ourselves!" Boss Poke walked forward with difficulty: "The slums are so dangerous now. If we encounter something messy, all three of us will have to explain this."

"I'm afraid he's right, Mr. Rick." Marx's worried voice came from behind: "If even the Demon Hunter can't solve that monster, I think it's hard to find someone to help in Anthony Harbor."

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The ranger ran keenly in the ruins, sweeping through the surrounding environment with the light of his eyes. His high-speed brain calculated the foothold of the next three steps in an instant, as well as the two changing direction points reserved for dodging possible enemy attacks.

As a professional geologist, amateur bow lover and extreme sports enthusiast, mathematics and calculation are his essential talents. Although it is not reflected in the property page and talent page, when your brain is easy to use, fighting is just another arithmetic problem for you.

Wind speed is about 3.8 meters, breeze.

Directly in front, at three o'clock, 1.8 meters, one collapse; at one o'clock, 2 meters, obstacles, avoid...

This is what the Ranger passed through his mind at this time.

At this time, he was running clockwise along the arc at a distance of nearly fifty meters. The long arrow in his hand was like a viper with sharp teeth exposed! Every time he shot, he left traces of burning flames on the monster named Pads!

[Enemy Enemy (in the Blood Debt and Blood Payment Mission): You discover your target and you must kill it, no matter what it is, no matter how powerful it is! The blood of the victim on your face reminds you that this is an endless mission! Your attack will cause additional damage to the mission target; correspondingly, your enemies will also cause greater damage to you.]

The description on the task page is: "You are a ranger, and tracking is your job, and you can find the target according to your feelings. After discovering the target, keep the distance between you and the target no more than 300 meters until the target dies. If you lose the target trace, you will be deducted a little attribute point and then get new guidance. During this period, you will not be able to accept other tasks."

As the system said, this is a mission that never ends.

The good news is that during the mission, my professional talent [Anti-Enemy] seems to have played an extraordinary role. It is not to designate a certain biological community, but to directly designate the murderer who killed his apprentice!

In the shelter camp, most of the feather arrows were guided by the ranger. Those skillful women worked overtime and made their own work, including those in their own hands.

However, this is very ordinary, and it can even be said that it is barely able to use arrows, but in the Ranger's hand, it is like an enchanted bow and arrow, with fiery red light and shadow, creating one wound after another on Pads' body.

The bad news is that the Ranger felt that the damage he could cause could only stop there. He encountered super-large enemies in succession, which made him wish he could carry a siege crossbow as a weapon.

Bang! The ranger's arrow hit Pads' arm with a firelight! The huge bone blade No. 1 difference fell next to a clerk nun, and the weapon blew the nun's robe through the air brought by the weapon.

"Are you all stupid? Retreat the range unit! Hold on in close combat! Don't let it wander around unscrupulously!" The ranger kept walking and shouted in regret. These nuns seemed to be very useless in their heads stimulated by this monster. They all used the way of losing both sides and wanted to die with the other party.

The nun of the clerk just now was the one who came to Pads after the battle nuns paid four lives. This was the second one. Under the cover of three lives, the nun of the clerk was stomped on his head by a monster as soon as he approached. The ranger did not have the right to command the nuns, and could only do his best to play his role and cover the nuns' actions.

Sure enough, the nun of the clerk who was almost split in half from head to toe had almost no hesitation. Taking advantage of the preparation time brought to her by the ranger's attack, he held up his hands with his hands, and an extremely large fireball expanded like a bubble in the nun's hand. At less than one meter, two figures, one big and one small, were shrouded in the dazzling white light.

"The Witch King's anger will burn you..." This was the last sound the Ranger heard, and then there was a loud noise. The Ranger, who had been prepared, lay on the ground, and the shock waves coming from the ground made him feel like he was hit by a stick in his chest.

After the explosion, the Ranger shook his body, raised his head, and there was a mess around. The nuns at the center of the explosion were almost gone, and those who were far away fell to the ground without knowing their lives. Four or five nuns who were as prepared as the Ranger were also observing the situation on the battlefield.

As the dust disappeared, Sister Pads' tall figure emerged. Originally, there was only one of the three arms left, and half of the weapon in her hand disappeared in the explosion. Almost all of her muscles were lost on one leg, and she supported herself with only the bones and did not fall down.

"Detonate the holy object? You really spared no expense." The tall monster recovered with a speed visible to the naked eye: "However, the power is still a little less."
Chapter completed!