A simple camp was soon built with the witches as the center, and the witches were more comfortable to release their psychic energy on the edge of this corrupted ruin.

An hour later, the rest of the Retribution Team returned to the camp under the leadership of the monks. After searching by the players, the corrupted area was a circle with a diameter of five kilometers.

"So, none of us noticed that there was any problem?" Li Yanlong rubbed his hands back and forth on his shield, looking at the second person in the battle group with confusion, Vitoliya.

The samurai drank half a pot of wine in one breath: "It's all my business, I never care about this kind of thing."

Li Yanlong silently withdrew his eyes, feeling that if it was really a conspiracy from Chaos, it might not have any effect on this burly female man.

"This is not like the style of the Lord of the Skull, it looks more like Tsengchi's conspiracy." Marx, who came from the castle, took over the management of the entire camp: "But from your description, this time it was obviously something that was done by the terror believers, which was interesting."

"What should I do with the other side of the head?" Ranger asked vaguely with a long bread in his mouth.

Although the black lines on the chest of the demon hunter did not continue to spread outward, they remained active, like octopus hiding under the skin.

The silent nun Celistein stood beside the demon hunter, and under the complex gaze of the witch Aifelal, he touched the black tentacle-like pattern with his fingers.

The black lines seemed to be frightened and instantly retracted to their heart position. Xu Yichen, who was in [Meditation], frowned and showed a painful look.

"You know, my power can suppress the corruption of this kind of thing." Celistein looked at the former sister and whispered: "In the face of chaos, we should not bless the extravagant hopes. This is the best way for him."

"Mr. Celistein, I believe he is different. He is the most indispensable glimmer of hope in the future I see." The silver-haired witch retorted firmly: "It is precisely because he is different from us that evil is interested in him!"

"I hope you know what you are doing. If this demon hunter, who is still an apprentice, also turned to Chaos..." The silent nun remembered the scene where she turned on [Faith Armed Forces] and was still beaten, with a look of ugly expression: "I'm afraid this place will become a new Chaos Covered Area!"

"If it weren't for him, it would probably be a matter of time before this place becomes a scorched earth." Aphiral sat next to the demon hunter, lowered his head and said desperate words in a dreamlike tone.

"Don't forget that you were once a fearless nun!" Celistein frowned: "Don't be addicted to the illusion in front of you all day! Maybe that was the illusion that Chaos deliberately showed you!"

"I know what I see." Aifelal's eyes returned to a clear light, and he said in his own voice: "The souls of ninety-nine sisters protect me, and I will expel chaos from this world!"

In the evening, like the U.S. police who came late every time, a team of investigations composed of churches and city guards appeared on the edge of the camp.

Leading the Paladin Seven, who had dealt with the Demon Hunters and the others several times, brought eight priests, five paladins who were protected by the accompanying paladins, and nearly twenty city guards.

"Our leader was seriously injured and rested in the tent and could not meet for the time being." Li Yanlong, who was guarding the door of the tent, hugging the Paladin Sain and asked: "When will the equipment that Lord Richard agreed last time be prepared?"

The Paladin Sain, who had no scheming and had some respect for the Demon Hunters and others, answered very honestly: "It should be here tomorrow, right? It should have arrived this afternoon, but there was a little problem with the teleportation array. It seemed that someone would send the equipment here tomorrow."

An old priest coughed hard next to him. The young paladin thought the environment here made him feel uncomfortable, so he looked at him a little apologetically, causing the priest to roll his eyes.

Li Yanlong and Vitoria exchanged a look. The samurai was enthusiastic and could not refuse to use her strong arms to carry the priest directly next to the fire: "It's cold at night, so the old man needs to pay more attention to his health!"

Li Yanlong, who is an old man in interpersonal communication, made the Paladin reveal the truth in just a few words, or the Paladin race text wanted to reveal the news to them on his own initiative.

It seems that the equipment made by the skin of the [Famine Alien] caused a certain sensation within the church. A total of two pieces of armor were made, one of which had been determined within the church, and the other belonged to Xu Yichen.

However, with the weakening of the Demon Hunter Organization, many people are now peeking at this equipment. This time, some people do not want to give up this equipment and plan to come in person to "persuade" the mere Demon Hunter apprentice and voluntarily give up the ownership of this equipment.

The young people among the local paladins and priests who fought with the witch hunters were very excited after hearing this, but the guys who came to "convince" the witch hunters had a deep background. Pastor Richard clearly told them to let the witch hunters handle it themselves.

"He said that no one has to give him any face. In this acre of three-point land in the Far South Colonial, no one has a face except the god of war Campas and Richard." Paladin Sain said with a tense face and imitating Pastor Richard's tone: "It's better not to kill anyone, but don't force it."

After saying that, Paladin Saiwen silently recited the name of the god in his heart, forgiven his disrespect, and carefully looked at the tent where the Demon Hunter was: "Is Mr. Xu Yichen okay? Do you need a priest to help him treat him? We are all very dissatisfied with this incident, and we are waiting for Mr. Xu Yichen to teach the guy who doesn't know how high the sky is! "

Li Yanlong smiled bitterly, not knowing how to answer the question of Paladin Seven. No one except himself could answer this question.

The demon hunter who entered the state of [meditation] was sitting cross-legged in his dream, sitting directly opposite him, a vague black figure was placed between the two people, and black and white chess pieces fell on it one by one.

Xu Yichen did not ask who came because this looked like the black humanoid used in Conan's comics to represent the suspect, and his name was marked with big blood-red words on the top of his head - the bad guy.
Chapter completed!