Chapter 133: Nun's end

　　 There has always been a tacit understanding between the various forces, just like the witch Altea, who is a semi-public member of the Witch Union in Port Anthony. The church forces headed by Pastor Richard knew exactly where the witches were at the Blind Eye Jewelry House, and they would never investigate there.
　　 On the one hand, the witches and warlocks have already handed in the nomination certificate, on the other hand, if they are really driven to a dead end, let these people voluntarily become the coordinate points of chaos, the navigator, and no one can bear the losses.
　　 Just like this time, Pastor Richard knew that the nuns would arrive at Port Anthony, but the church forces would pretend to be ignorant and would neither support the black ship nor send people to hunt for witches. But now things are so violent, if Pastor Richard cannot see that it is the witches and nuns who are playing off, he will not become the leader of a city's temple.
"Send a team of paladins back to support the noble quarters, and bring the eggless city guards with you!" Pastor Richard, dressed in delicate chain mail and a heavy breastplate, wielded his octagonal hammer. He smashed the head of a deformed human body into the chest cavity: "Send someone to warn the pirates and stop the attack on the black ship. If you continue to mess around, you will be at your own risk!"
"Kampas! This is the place of warriors, the eye of my lord, shining like a torch! No one can pass my defense line!" Pastor Richard roared at the endless distortion outside the city wall like a lion. , Jumped out of the city wall and smashed into the enemy group like a bomb!
"Kampas!" The paladins present were very uplifted for a while, and launched a wave of counter-charge against the deformed body to stabilize the precarious line of defense. A group of city guard soldiers who had been waiting for a long time were ordered by the officer. Quickly stepped forward to strengthen the defense at the city gate.
"Witch, you have caused a big disaster this time. If you can't give me a satisfactory answer by that time, I will use my way to reason with you!" Pastor Richard emptied the nearby enemies in a whirlwind. Said in a voice that only he could hear.
"The witch wanted to steal something from the nun, but there was an accident and summoned an uncontrollable monster." The witch hunter briefly introduced the outline of the whole thing: "Now our task is to solve this monster. The witches are willing to provide the greatest degree of help and reward."
The witch Altya stared at the ranger's face, a little nervous. The witches have been trying to make up for the damage caused by their natural talents, but too many times the disgusting gaze from other people made her accustomed to it. The character cast aside by others is used to hiding his face behind the veil.
　　 "So, the reward for this mission is very generous?" The ranger caught the point for the first time and looked at the Demon Hunter with anticipation: "How much can I get?"
　　 The witch Altya suddenly felt that her inner drama was shown to the dog, and said viciously: "As long as you can eliminate it as soon as possible and cause a little loss, you can make a price!"
　　The problems that can be solved with money are not problems. This is probably the style of the witches all the time. Unfortunately, most of the problems they encounter cannot be solved with money.
　　 Looking at the witch and nun who caused this disaster equally, or the ranger who didn’t care, the silver-haired witch said in a voice that only witch hunters could hear: "You Cyris people, are you so free and easy?"
　　 The Demon Hunter didn’t turn his head, but his voice came through:
You can meet the prophet of the future. It’s better to observe with your own eyes. I promise you will see more Serris in the future.

　　 "Cough...cough...cough..."
　　 Sister’s increasingly weak prayers were interrupted by a violent cough, and Ingrid’s lighting crystal slipped from her hand. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to suppress the painful cough. Warm blood flowed along the palm of her hand. Even if she couldn't see clearly, the nun knew that with her violent cough, it was the debris of her own internal organs sprayed on her hand.
　　 The traitor’s weapon was blessed by Cthulhu. There was a small wound that the nun didn’t care about. When she discovered the problem, it was too late. Unable to heal, bleeding continued, and the wound seemed to have life, spreading deeper.
The nun felt that her body was getting heavier and weaker. She did not dare to bend down to pick up her own lighting crystal. Although it was her only lighting object and the only thing that brought her light, she was afraid that she would fall. , Can no longer stand up.
　　 Ingrid groped the wall in the dark and marched forward with difficulty. Although her body was getting weaker and weaker, her eyes burned with raging fire, and her firm belief supported this long-dead warrior to continue.
"An exit must be found. There is a traitor among us. We must warn the sisters that the heart of the sincere cannot be tarnished for the sake of the Witch King..." The nun only held the necklace symbolizing loyalty hanging on her neck. Record a voice, you can read the recorded words in a special device ~EbookFREE.me~ It is recorded that the clerical nun Misal Brigitta made sacrifices to her sister named Sarishi The voice of, that is an evil ritual that has never appeared before, from one of the highest evil gods, the evil that symbolizes desire, evil!
　　 She must send this news, otherwise the sisters will never know the true face of Misal! At all costs, the traitor must get what it deserves!
　　 However, the reality is cruel. The unwilling nun finally stopped her footsteps and looked desperately at the road completely sealed by the fleshy fungus blanket.
"Ahem, damn... Witch King, is this... my destiny?" The nun unwillingly tapped the front wall with her hand, but the surface was elastic, but the fleshy wall was solid and completely. Prevented Ingrid from fulfilling her mission.
　　 If the body is intact, even with teeth, the nun will try to dig a passage, but she is seriously injured and dying, and she has been supported by will, it is impossible to complete such a task. Relying on her current physical strength, going back and choosing a new path is just an illusion.
　　 The nun covered her wound, leaned on the wall, and slowly sat on the ground. Ingrid knew that her journey had come to an end. With the relaxation of her spirit, a lot of blood rushed to her throat and flowed down the corner of her mouth.
　　 The nun smiled silently. The remaining strength was not enough to support her to laugh. She could finally rest without resisting the death signal from her body. It was really relaxing. Then the nun's tears fell out of her eyes. She knew that her sacrifice was unknown, the traitor would continue to hide among the sisters, and more sisters would be killed.
　　 No, I do not accept such a result! The nun decided to make one last effort.