Chapter 134: Got you

　　The demon hunter picked up a diamond-shaped crystal emitting fluorescence from the ground. Some dim white light shrouded the surrounding area for nearly three meters, and some blood stains remained on the crystal.
　　 "This is our commonly used fluorescent crystal, a specialty of the New World." Efilar said in a low tone, because the blood on the crystal had solidified, and it seemed that they were still some distance away from the original owner of the crystal.
　　 But the demon hunter found more and more blood on the ground. As soon as he walked over, even Altea, who had less experience in this area, could see that the nun was in a very bad condition now.
"We continue to move forward, her wounds are getting more and more serious, and she can't go far." Under the shining of the fluorescent crystal, the demon hunter grabbed a handful of mud with blood stains, and carefully distinguished the part that was not mud: "Although it is regrettable, we are more likely to see a dead body."
"That nun has a problem with her wound. I can smell the smell of chaos in the blood." The demon hunter held the fluorescent crystal and walked forward. The small voice made the people behind almost inaudible: "And the smell here. The taste is completely different, the grime, the fear of abuse, who else will come to mix it up next? It's really, lively!"
　　 Out of the Hushou Demon Hunter’s expectation, although the nun’s injuries were serious, there seemed to be an unknown force driving her, never giving up, ignoring the physical injuries. The group walked for nearly twenty minutes, during which the ranger and the demon hunter also slaughtered an aberrant body patrol that followed, only to see a nun kneeling on the ground leaning on the wall.
　　 The nun lowered her head as if she was asleep, with her long sword stuck in the ground, her forehead against the hilt, and one side of her body against the wall, keeping herself from falling. With one hand stretched forward, palm up, holding a skull-shaped necklace, in order to maintain this posture, the nun nailed this arm to the wall with a dagger, and the other hand dropped weakly on the ground.
There is no doubt that this is a battle nun belonging to the Scarlet Shroud. Even without the armor with cumbersome decorations, the demon hunter can recognize it. The end is almost the same as Efilal, iconic Silver hair.
　　 The Demon Hunter walked to the nun's side and picked up the necklace from her hand. The shape of the necklace reminded him of the ring he had obtained before, [Pure Ring].
　　 He could feel that the nun's body temperature had disappeared, that is to say, the nun had been dead for nearly half an hour. Considering the sultry environment here, it might take longer. Despite her hard work, this is the final end of this strong warrior.
"Maybe you know what this necklace does?" The demon hunter passed the necklace in his hand to Efilal: "A thing she considers more important than her own life may explain why she is here and why The wound was infected by Chaos."
　　 The demon hunter motioned to Efilal, and stepped forward to slowly flatten the nun's body, pointing to the nun, which almost turned into a black wound. The wound was not deep, but it was clear that the chaotic atmosphere on it made the whole injury completely worse, and eventually took the life of this strong nun.
"Her name is Ingrid Brown." Efilar read the name engraved on the back of the necklace, opened the interlayer of the necklace, and sighed: "There is a memory gem in the necklace, which can record some sounds, I The things she wants to protect with her life are inside."
　　 "Let her walk decently, and then we..." The demon hunter didn't finish speaking, and the ranger who had been on guard from behind to prevent the aberrant body from sneaking over ran over.
　　 "Head! I think it should be that guy's position!" The ranger said eagerly: "It suddenly appeared in front of it, and then disappeared quickly, but I think we are very close!"
"Let's go!" The demon hunter stood up, drew the Sister Ingrid's long sword from the ground, and threw it to Efilal: "Time is too late, but the glory of the warrior will continue to be passed on in the weapons. This is our Serris tradition. Take this sword well and kill her with blood."
　　 Then the demon hunter walked forward without looking back: "But now, let's solve the enemy in front of us!"
　　 The witch Altya whispered: "Let's go, we will come back, and those who come back alive will give her a decent funeral. Facing Chaos, even enemies should help each other."
　　 "You know, most witches fall into the hands of nuns and won't be treated like this." Efilal was dragged forward by the witch and chased the figure of the demon hunter: "Don't you hate us?"
"Our innate talent has brought enough hatred to the witches. The witches just want to live quietly one day in the future, just like ordinary people." Altya's voice was a little running while running. Respite: "You are our hope~EbookFREE.me~ If something unexpected happens soon, I will give you away first. For the Witch Federation, you are very important!"
Efilar shook his head, picked up the witch, and ran forward: "It's useless, if there is no fresh blood pressure system of the demon hunter, the Sisters of the Heart of the Sincere will be able to find it even across the entire sea of ​​storms. The void shock that I caused. What you do will only cause the nuns to launch a new round of holy war against the witch."
"The determination of the witches is greater than you think." The witch carried on her shoulders felt like she was about to spit out with the bumps: "Instead of waiting hopelessly for the arrival of death, we would rather do our best. Fight for that glimmer of hope!"
"Head, it should be here. I just felt the monster in front!" The ranger walking in the front put his ears on the fleshy wall at the end of the passage, and seemed to want to listen to the voice behind the wall: "My perception distance is 500 meters, it must be somewhere behind here!"
The demon hunter thrust his long sword into the fleshy wall. He felt like his sword was pierced into bulletproof rubber. The sword of nearly 140 cm was pierced for more than half before he felt it. The resistance has changed slightly, and the wall is nearly one meter thick!
　　 Effilar, carrying the witch, walked to the wall, and put the witch who closed her mouth tightly and tried not to spit it out on the ground: "Can I go there?"
　　 "I can't do it, we must go there!" The demon hunter said categorically, and then pulled a long wound obliquely on his chest with a dagger, and blood flowed freely with the dagger.
　　 He opened his arms, as if he was about to embrace the wall, and stuck his whole body on it. The fleshy wall seemed to be splashed with sulfuric acid, making a sizzling sound. In the white smoke, the demon hunter melted into the wall.