Vol 2 Chapter 167: The Sister of the Flag Carrying Back to the Battlefield

The monster once called Misal only felt a huge shock coming from the head, and the shin bone strengthened by the owner, like a fragile building block, was broken by that great power in an instant.
But she is now the darling of sin, pain and torture are her soul, her antidote, and the truth she seeks! Misal got up from the ground embarrassedly, straightened his head with his claws, squeaking in disregard of the dislocation of bones, and cut off his nose with sharp claws.
"Ah, it's much easier to breathe this way!" Misal shook his head, as if he felt a little crooked, but let him go! I have broken away from the aesthetics of low-level species. She looked at her pink skin obsessively, like the brightest diamond!
"Come on again! I'm not cool enough!" Misal roared, throwing away the little monsters that the fallen nuns around him had transformed into. The demon hunter saw these things like excavators, using their extra limbs to dig into the surface.
"Okay, perverted, it seems that you who are still a bit serious will not give up the opportunity to disgust me!" The demon hunter scratched his head, and for a moment he was really a bit big.
On the other side, where the ranger was in the team, the nuns followed the ranger silently and said nothing. Following the feeling in the dark, the ranger pursued the murderer who killed the militiaman, vaguely feeling that he seemed to go around a big circle and was about to return to where the witches were.
The ranger stopped abruptly, knelt on one knee, stretched out his hand, his open fingers clenched into fists. The nuns behind after simple communication before, understood the meaning of this gesture: quiet and concealed, so they stopped one after another, and a representative responsible for communication walked carefully to the ranger's side.
Not far in front, a lonely nun seemed to kneel and pray, and in front of her, was a statue made of piles of flesh and blood. The pink smoke maintained the shape of the statue, which seemed to be modified from time to time. Fan. Looking at the weapons and equipment scattered all over the place, it is not difficult for the ranger to guess what materials were used to make this statue.
Most of them are the corpses of nuns, mixed with the flesh and blood of a part of the militia, forming the image of a man sitting on the throne, wearing a robe and a hood. The ranger subconsciously looked at the nun’s breastplate. The decorative pattern engraved on it looked similar to the statue. The only difference was that the statue below was naked under the robe, and three at a time from the chest to the belly. For plumpness, it makes people feel very spicy.
Sure enough, the nun who came to him took a breath: "Witch King, how dare you be so profane!"
Then there was Zhutu without any tactics or formation. The fighting nuns seemed crazy and screamed and rushed down. They were stimulated enough today, but compared with the thing in front of them, it was nothing to mention.
The traitor who had been kneeling and praying just glanced at them with a smile, and then thrust a crystal dagger into his chest! Cut down without hesitation, as if to unzip a zipper on a piece of clothing, the organs of the fallen nun were scattered all over the place. She didn't feel anything. She put her internal organs at the feet of the statue in different categories, and then covered them. A dagger stuck in the leg of the flesh and blood statue.
It seemed that the entire ceremony was completed, and the fallen nun shrank into a ball, no longer breathing.
But the trouble has just begun. The statue seemed to have been activated, absorbing the pink mist around it, and the wreckage that had been rough stitched together quickly merged together! From the time the nuns launched the charge, within a short distance of less than 50 meters, this thing was in front of the ranger's eyes, from a statue of corpses piled and stitched into a true birth of a strange creature!
It has a huge body of four meters high, two slender lower limbs with anti-joints, one of which is covered with red sharp corners; the same slender arm, the left hand is like the most graceful dancer, with a smooth curve, exquisite The clavicle, and a breastfeeding organ of amazing size; on the other side, the strong chest muscles and solid shoulders drive the two right arms, with distinct muscle lines, which reminds the ranger of a bodybuilder.
As the monster stood up from the throne, the robe and hood made of human skin was removed, and under the long silver hair was a familiar face of nuns.
"Master Pads?" The fighting nun headed out an unconscious scream: "No! This is absolutely impossible!"
The ranger was stunned as the undressed monster swayed the indescribable fifth branch like a show off, and unconsciously muttered to himself: "MLGB, is there a GM online? I want to complain!"
"Stay in formation! You idiots!" The monster with the appearance of Pads, the nun with the flag, yelled, "This is a trap, nuns! This is a place of depravity. You can only die generously. relief!"
While the monster scolded the nuns, he did not hesitate to use a bony long knife to cut off a nun who did not know whether to attack or retreat: "Is this the result of your training for many years? No wonder the glory of the Witch King is in your hands. Being humiliated, UU reading www.uukanshu.com was extinguished!"
In the face of the former officer and the words of the other party, the morale of the nuns almost collapsed: "We don't have any, Lord Pads!"
Puff, the talking nun was pierced by a bone long knife over two meters long, and the armor was useless like decoration. Pads lifted the nun hung on the weapon and held it in front of him: "You don't? How to prove it? Where is your captain? Why do I only see a group of defeated dogs wailing here?"
Without waiting for the nun to answer, Pads opened her mouth to the limit, and gnawed the nun's head in one bite, as if tasting the taste, chewing, and saying: "Haha, even the Scarlet Shroud was taken away. It’s really embarrassing! Instead of living without glory, why not join me and pursue the eternal truth together?"
Following Pads's words, on the shoulders of this monster, a small head that looked the same as the nun who had just been swallowed popped up, shouting: "Yes, come on, join us! He Pa Master Desi, become one! Come on! We will be with the sisters forever, and we will never be separated from each other again..."
Bang! The head of the nun was shot directly by a long arrow that pierced the air! Standing on a high place, the ranger stepped on a stone, and the other long arrow in his hand was already on the bowstring. The sharp eyes made the chaotic nun hardly dared to look directly.
"It seems that the murderer I'm looking for has become a part of you." The ranger's hands are as firm as steel: "If this is the case, then pay the debt!"
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