The interior of the Temple Monastery is so dark that a large number of disorderly growing vines block the windows in all directions, and the glass is covered with human blood.

"In the past, we would pray here every morning and evening, praying that the witch kings will prosper forever and that evil will be defeated." Ephiral blew a gentle breath towards the Great Hall, and the light of light illuminated the entire Great Hall.

Xu Yichen could see the souls of dozens of nuns on the bench of the Great Hall, with pain on their faces, as if they were still staying at the moment of their death.

The souls of these nuns have completely lost their vitality and are bound here only because of the evil taste of Slaanesh, acting as decorations.

The witch without silver hair said anything more. With Xu Yichen as the center, the silver-white flames that did not belong to this world swept across the entire Great Hall like a storm. The souls of those nuns were like sculptures made of sand and gravel, and were wiped out in the flames.

Afilar's white fingers were placed on the wall, leaving four traces in the place where he walked through the smooth road: "Chaos should not be born in this world, it is poison and the suffering of all living beings."

Xu Yichen followed Efilar silently. He could see the witch burning hot flames on the projection of the sea of ​​psychics, as dazzling as the goddess of vengeance.

They walked through the long corridor, and the statues and portraits on both sides of the corridor were destroyed by corrupters. Human remains with only bones were scattered on the statues. You can imagine the bloody scene here at that time.

Averal introduced the archetypes of each statue and portrait along the way. She could tell the stories of each nun, and her pious expression was like she was still the nun who would worship the Witch King every morning and evening.

But what made Xu Yichen feel uncomfortable was that she could also name every helpless and godless soul floating nearby, because these nuns were companions who lived with her day and night. They grew up in the same monastery and served in the same monastery. In the end, except for Afilar herself, everyone else was buried here, leaving only stupid souls.

The silver flame storm accompanied Xu Yichen's footsteps, purifying all the souls bound here and unable to dissipate.

"At that time, I often saw witches being sent to the monastery by black ships. They were all so young and so beautiful." Aphiral stopped in front of a black gate leading to the ground: "They were all sent here, and no one came out from here again."

"I've been having nightmares for a long time, and I can't help but think about the fate of those witches." Ephelal gently pushed open the door, and the old door lock had long been destroyed by the corrupters: "Although the nannies have always advocated that witches are born with original sin, they all look so innocent, and many witches are just children."

"If even children have original sins, then the wrong world must be the one who is wrong, right?" The silver-haired witch turned around and looked at Xu Yichen, with two lines of clear tears hanging on her face: "I can't watch them die like this, so I helped one of the children."

Xu Yichen could see the turmoil in the depths of the witch's soul. He used his own psychic power to surround Efilar and protected her in the sea of ​​psychic energy.

"I don't know what happened later, but I know that the nuns of the clericals encountered a fatal mistake in the subsequent ceremony, and the sealed demon was able to escape from the sky." Efilar slowly walked forward along the spiral staircase, his voice full of sadness: "But I know that I made the mistake, which eventually led to the whole tragedy."

"In our world, there is an organization that specializes in dealing with Chaos, called relevant departments." Xu Yichen walked ahead by Efilar. Her psychological pressure was too great, and it was easy for the evil here to find loopholes: "According to their statistics, the plan to link everything to Chaos, the chance of a failure in the end is almost 100%. Even without your little help, there will be an accident here sooner or later."

After all, although these nuns are considered extraordinary, their power is not strong in nature. Those nuns with the names of nuns in the document are just female spellcasters with some systematic education.

Those fighting nuns are just general terms for low-level warriors and rangers. Based on Xu Yichen's understanding of nuns, they seem not to be divided by strength as the level, but based on faith.

Therefore, a mortal team of nuns who leads several extraordinary people also exists. Under the leadership of such a team of mixed strength, they study the power behind the witches. It can take so long to overturn the car, and even create results like Efilar when overturning. It can only be said that the laboratory provided by the Witch King is strong enough, and these nuns are really pious enough to get the blessing of the Witch King.

The dark atmosphere shrouded in the entire monastery was declining with Xu Yichen's flames. The corrupters hiding in the dark were like mice in the gutters, constantly fleeing towards the depths of the monastery to try to avoid the disasters approaching.

The ugly-looking nun kept praying in front of the huge blasphemy circle. She even grabbed her companion who was kneeling beside her, cut the other person's throat with her sharp nails, and peeled off the other person's skin before death came: "Great pain artist, why don't you respond to your humble believers? Is it not enough that the pain we share? We can give more! More!"

In the air, a huge sphere sewn with dozens of nuns' skins and countless human bones made of human bones made a contemptuous laugh and said in a composite and overlapping female voice: "Teller, can't you see the reality clearly? The evil you believe in has fled in a panic, and the flames of justice and revenge are about to cover you, all of you!"

"So what if that's the case?" The ugly nun suddenly stood up from the ground and shouted at the huge man-made creature above his head: "Even if you win this game, can the fate of mankind change? Impossible! Sooner or later you will be swallowed by the great chaos. If you convert one day earlier, you will be liberated one day earlier!"

"Epheral will let you know the price of betrayal." The nuns' voices revealed satisfaction: "The blood of a traitor, the blood of two traitors, and then the blood of a great demon, and the blood of a group of great demons. This world has found a variable that is willing to sacrifice for it, and your master's evil plan will never be realized!"

"Lie! Liar! You old women who have been sewn together, can't you shut up after the pain of stripping your face?" The ugly nun took out a huge scissor: "Since the master has left, I want to destroy your connection so that you will never find yourself!"
Chapter completed!