The team of combat nuns was almost entering the slums. With the faint explosion coming from behind, the entire team stopped.

"Mr. Pads, the voice seems to be coming from the port. Is there something wrong with the Crimson Shield?" A middle-aged combat nun reported his opinion like a nun holding a banner.

The nun held the flag pondered for a moment, turned around and asked another young clerk nun, "Miss Catherine, reposition the position of the son of disaster!"

The young clerk nun bowed his head and chanted the spell, his eyes blazing: "Master Pads, the son of disaster is located two kilometers ahead, the target did not move! At the same time, he detected traces of witch activities nearby."

"Have you heard it all! Our goal is ahead!" The nun held the flag and ordered loudly: "Continue to move forward, no matter what happens, Lord Celistein will solve it!"

"You all heard Lord Pads! Sisters, keep moving forward!" The clerk nun Misal stood on Sister Pads' side this time.

The nun held the flag snorted coldly and said without looking back: "Even cowards are braver than you, what are you waiting for! Move forward!"

The middle-aged fighting nun who spoke before, passed by the clerk nun Misal, paused: "My Lord Misal, is this really okay? What if something goes wrong with Lord Celestine, the one we escort this time..."

"My nun, you have heard Lord Pads' orders, keep moving forward. There is Lord Celistein on the black ship, and there will be no problem with him." Sister Misal comforted softly: "The son of disaster ahead will not delay us too long. Fight quickly and we will rush back in time!"

The clerk nun Misal patted the combat nun’s shoulder armor: “When we return, anyone who dares to be impure to the Witch King will regret that they come to this world!”

"Yes! Lord Misal!" The combat nun returned to his queue and continued to move forward.

"Mr. Misal, do you let Sister Pads insult you so much?" asked Catherine, the young clerk who was behind.

"Catherine, nothing can be seen only on the surface. Lord Pads is just outspoken and has a bad temper." Sister Misal sent out the young nun's problem with a gentle tone.

When everyone was gone, the clerk nun Misal walked at the end of the team with a smile on his lips.

At the same time, the culprit who divided these combat nuns had already stepped on the deck of the black ship.

The female warrior was like a Russian, sipping vodka and shouting Ula as the first one to step onto the black ship! The monks and demon hunters who followed him quickly formed a triangular battle formation on the deck.

On the deck, the five combat nuns were in a panic. After the burst axe thrown by the female warrior exploded, the combat nuns formed a defensive formation in the middle of the deck. They didn't know how many enemies were hidden in the darkness.

"Girls! Look here!" The female warrior took the lead in launching an attack, [Slaying the Charge] smashed a combat nun with a shield to the ground with great power.

The metal shield decorated with various religious patterns twisted and transformed under the huge power of the samurai, and the fragile radius and ulnar behind the nun with the shield also broke at the same time.

The next second, the samurai used a heavy shield with her relief to block the nuns' counterattack: "There's enough noise here! I hope you don't scare our mice!"

At this time, the mouse in the samurai's mouth was hiding in a nun's room.

A few minutes ago, the Shadow Assassin's specially made shoes made no sound on the deck. Relying on years of experience, the Assassin carefully avoided every wooden board that looked squeaky, and quietly invaded the interior of the black ship under the noses of the combat nun.

The dim corridors, narrow passages, and the fanatical nuns decorated every inch of the black ship with ornate portraits and scrolls engraved with scriptures for a long time.

Shadow Assassin Colin found that he could not blend with the shadow freely like before, as if there was some kind of force suppressing his ability.

Damn it, the witch didn't say that the nuns' black ship could suppress other extraordinary powers. The Shadow Assassin felt as if he had returned to the garbage dump of childhood, without even clothes to cover his shame, hiding naked in the corner, hoping that no one would notice him.

Fortunately, the dark enough environment provided the greatest cover for the Shadow Assassin, he quietly passed by an open cabin, inside which a nun knelt on the floor with his back to the door, chanting the strange scriptures in a subtle voice.

As the ship vibrated, a deafening sound broke the silence in the cabin. The shadow assassin heard the sound of weapons colliding from several nearby cabins.

"Damn it!" The assassin had no time to blame his temporary teammates, and flashed into the room he had passed by before, and closed them lightly.

Before the nun in the room reacted, the assassin stabbed her into her throat with a poisoned dagger, covering the nun's mouth with his other hand to prevent her from making a sound and attracting the attention of other nuns outside the door.

As the nun in his arms gradually weakened, the footsteps in the corridor outside the door gradually became quieter. The shadow assassin gently placed the body in his arms flat on the floor, carefully pulled out his dagger, and rolled the sheets on the bed into a ball and pressed against the nun's wound.

He didn't want the blood flowing out of the room to attract unnecessary attention, and this room was not too big.

Although it was confirmed that there was no other voice outside, the Shadow Assassin carefully opened a gap and used a slender metal rod with a small mirror in front to observe the environment of the corridor.

Safe, the Shadow Assassin walked out of the room and said to himself in his heart that there were eight minutes left.

With eight minutes left, the Demon Hunter was counting in his mind the time when the Shadow Assassin entered the interior of the cabin.

"Note, at nine o'clock, the enemy will reinforce!" The demon hunter used his long sword to force a nun in heavy armor to retreat, and loudly reminded the female warriors surrounded by the nuns.

Compared with the five nuns I faced at the beginning, the nuns who emerged from the cabin not only experienced a lot in equipment, but also had more than half of the extraordinary!

One of the combat nuns who wielded a long-handled warhammer was no less powerful than the female warrior Vitoriya! Fortunately, the monk Tang Sanzang took action and intercepted the opponent.
Chapter completed!