Waiting for the fate of these people, I am afraid the best result is to become a nun of repentance, wash away his shame in the endless flames, and the nun of Silent silently watched his sisters disappear into the distance in depression following the paladins.

"What are you thinking?" Efilar's voice sounded from beside him. Although the sound was still crisp and pleasant, the power that was contained in it was no longer there. Celistein saw Efilar drinking the blood of the demon hunter with his own eyes, and the people around him returned to normal from the petrification state. Almost everyone did not realize that they had been imprisoned for nearly five minutes.

"Nothing." Celistein replied expressionlessly. On the island of Ophelia Seven, she found Ephiral in the destroyed temple monastery. She still remembered the ninety-nine clerical nuns in the monastery who had been peeled into a smiling sculpture. Their souls were imprisoned forever on that sculpture, and they suffered the pain of skinning forever and could not be relieved.

She did not dare to destroy the statue rashly, because she was afraid that doing so would cause the souls of these sisters to fall into chaos forever. Moreover, the Temple Monastery privately studied the power of chaos, which violated the iron rule set by the Witch King, so the Witch King's order was to keep it the same here.

The only survivor is Afilar Stern, a girl with the nun’s iconic silver hair. In the archives, she is an excellent combat nun. However, when she found her, her psychic fluctuations almost reached the strength of the Alpha-level Son of Disaster, and even she was almost affected by the other party.

Fortunately, Efilar almost fully cooperated with her arrest and had no resistance. The Witch King was obviously very interested in her and issued an order for the second time in a day, asking the Crimson Shield to send her back to the New World intact.

"One day, I will return to the seventh island of Ophelia and liberate the ninety-nine crying souls." Epheral said to the Nun Silent: "You will see that my choice is right, and I will do everything I can to let the future go on the most suitable path!"

Celistein did not answer again. Her heart was a little confused. The more she knew about what happened in the outside world, the more confused she was in her heart. Is the Witch King sacred? Compared to the gods, are the great Witch Kings still great? Since the Seris won that time, Celistein has been consciously collecting all the information about Seris. Now there are several living Seris in front of her!

The nun of Silence saw that fearlessness in them. Whether it was to the gods or the witch king, even when facing the threat of chaos, these people still laughed and beat the chaos into pieces. They didn't care who the enemy was, who were allies, and even what consequences their actions would cause, but they could always turn the tide at critical moments, almost a collection of contradictions.

Thinking about the times they had come into contact with the Demon Hunter, maybe the only thing they care about was material rewards? Celistein frowned and looked at the dozen paladins behind him, struggling to carry the corpse of the monster called the Famine alien by the Demon Hunter. When the Demon Hunter looked at this thing, the greed revealed in his eyes was almost unconcealed.

"The mess you have exposed this time is so big!" Pastor Richard said with a cigar in his mouth and said, "Originally, the Paladin Army did not plan to enter the city, but if something happened, the entire lower city area was gone. I'm afraid that if I didn't come, Antoine would hate you to death."

The demon hunter was being carried on by a young paladin. He still had the impression of this young man. He had the path he had led to him and found Pastor Richard, whose name was Savin.

"Don't use Antoine to make excuses me. He is afraid that he will not be as good as you in the city. You are obviously trying to knock my robbery!" The demon hunter unceremoniously exposed Pastor Richard's true face: "If you fall in love with my spoils, just say it. It was an unexpected gain, but I didn't expect it to be washed out by water. If the conditions are right, it won't be able to share half of it."

Pastor Richard narrowed his eyes: "I will take this matter for you. It has nothing to do with you. Chaos erosion suddenly broke out in the lower city area. The demon hunter and the local witches, the black ships that have passed by are all good people who see injustice and bravely act. Unfortunately, the power of chaos is too strong, and the nuns have broken the sand and the witches have suffered heavy losses, but you, the demon hunter, have achieved great success! Looking back, I will give you a medal with a large manhole cover, how about it?"

Paladin Sain almost fell into the river next to him without a single step. Fortunately, Pastor Richard reached out to help him.

Xu Yichen rolled his eyes at Pastor Richard: "The medal of the size of a manhole cover? Mithril's?"

Pastor Richard smiled and said nothing, everything was indifferent.

"Don't talk nonsense. You see the toughness of the outer skin of that thing. It's a good material. I guess the blood and bones inside are also useful. I don't understand anyway. We are half of them. You can watch and process them. When the equipment is made, you give me it. Don't be short of any weight. Other materials that need to be added must be real money and silver!" The Demon Hunter issued his own conditions: "Plus, the medal you mentioned! Even if it is not an espresso, it must be at least a silver!"

Pastor Richard stroked his unshaven chin, as if he was considering whether he had made a profit or lost money in this plan. His pair of copper bell-like eyes glanced at the corpses of the famine alien species from time to time, just like a butcher was looking at the fat pig before taking the knife.

Paladin Sain, while he lowered his head and walked forward, pretending to be a fool and not understanding what they were saying.

"Okay, the deal!" Pastor Richard measured in his unique way, and felt that he still had some profits, so he made a decision. He looked back at the demon hunter carrying a long sword, holding a bag in his hand, and asked curiously: "What is in your package? I see you never leave your body for a moment?"

The Demon Hunter patted his own package and smiled at Pastor Richard: "The trophy is a bit troublesome. I haven't figured out how to deal with it yet. You won't want to know what this thing is."
Chapter completed!