Chapter 134 The End of the Nun
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 Antony. The church forces headed by Pastor Richard knew very well that the Blind Eye Jewelry House was the territory of the witches, and they would never investigate there.
On the one hand, the witches and warlocks have already handed in their nomination certificates. On the other hand, if they are really driven to a dead end and let these people voluntarily become the coordinate points and navigators of Chaos, no one can bear the loss caused.
Just like this time, Pastor Richard knew that the nuns would arrive at Port Anthony, but the power of the church would pretend not to know, and would neither support the black ship nor send people to hunt down witches. But now that things are getting so big, if Pastor Li Cha can't see that the witches and nuns are playing off, he won't be the leader of a temple in a city.
"Send a team of paladins back to support the aristocratic district, and bring those eggless city guards with us!" Pastor Li Cha wore an exquisite chain mail with a thick breastplate on the outside, brandishing his octagonal hammer He smashed the head of a humanoid deformity into the chest: "Send someone to warn the pirates and stop the attack on the black ship. If you continue to mess around, you will bear the consequences!"
"Kampas! This is the land of warriors, the eyes of my lord, shining like a torch! No fool can pass through my defenses!" Pastor Li Cha roared at the boundless distortions outside the city wall like a lion , jumped out from the city wall, and smashed into the enemy group like a bomb!
"Kampas!" The morale of the paladins on the scene was boosted for a while, and they launched a wave of countercharges against the mutants, stabilizing the precarious line of defense. A group of city guard soldiers who had been waiting for a long time were ordered by the officer Hurry 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 then, I will use my own way to reason with you!" Pastor Li Cha emptied the nearby enemies like a whirlwind, using Said a voice that only he could hear.
"The witch wanted to steal something from the nun, but an accident happened, and an uncontrollable monster was summoned." The witcher briefly introduced the outline of the whole thing: "Now our task is to get rid of this monster. The witches are willing to provide the greatest degree of help and compensation."
The witch Althea stared at the ranger's face, a little nervous. All along, witches have been working hard to make up for the damage caused by their innate talents, but too many disgusting eyes from other people made her get used to it. A despised character who is used to hiding his face behind a veil.
"So, the mission rewards this time are very generous?" The ranger immediately grasped the point, and looked at the witcher full of expectation: "How much can I get?"
The witch Altya suddenly felt that her inner drama was being played out by the dog, and said viciously: "As long as you can eliminate it as soon as possible and cause less loss, you can offer whatever price you want!"
Problems that can be solved with money are not problems. This is probably the way witches have always been. Unfortunately, most of the problems they encounter cannot be solved with money.
Looking at the ranger who treated the witches and nuns who caused the disaster equally, or didn't care, the silver-haired witch said in a voice that only witchers could hear: "You Siris, are you all so... free and easy?"
The witcher didn't look back, but the voice came through: "You can meet the prophet of the future, why don't you use your own eyes to observe, I promise, you will see more Sirisians in the future."
"Cough...cough...cough..."
The nun's faltering prayers were interrupted by a violent cough, and Ingrid's illuminating crystal slipped from her hand, and she put her hand over her mouth, trying to suppress the excruciating cough. Warm blood flowed along the palm of the hand, even though she couldn't see clearly, the nun knew that with the violent cough, what sprayed on her hand were fragments of her own internal organs.
The traitor's weapon had the evil god's blessing on it. The nun didn't care about a small wound at first. When she discovered the problem, it was too late. Unable to heal, the bleeding continued, and the wound seemed to be alive, spreading deeper.
The nun felt that her body was getting heavier and weaker, and she didn't dare to bend down to pick up her lighting crystal, even though it was her only lighting object, the only thing that brought her light, but she was afraid that she would fall down , no longer able to stand up.
Ingrid groped for the wall in the dark, and walked forward with difficulty. Although her body was getting weaker and weaker, her eyes were burning with raging fire. Her firm belief supported the warrior who should have died long ago and continued to persevere.
"We must find the exit, there is a traitor among us, we must warn the sisters, the heart of the sincere cannot be stained, for the sake of the Witch King..." The nun tightly held the necklace hanging around her neck, which symbolized loyalty, the only function of the necklace It is to record a piece of voice, and the words recorded at that time can be read out in a specific instrument.
It records the voice recorded by Misar Brigita, a clerk nun, when she sacrificed her sister to the evil god named Shaleshi. It is an evil ritual that has never appeared before, and it comes from one of the supreme evil gods, which symbolizes desire. evil god, Slaanesh!
She has to get the word out, or the sisters will never know Misar's true face! At all costs, the traitor must get what he deserves!
However, the reality is cruel. The nun who refused to give up finally stopped her footsteps, looking desperately at the road ahead that was completely blocked by the fleshy creep.
"Ahem, damn it... Witch King, is this... my destiny?" The nun knocked on the wall in front of her unwillingly, but the surface was elastic, but in fact the extremely solid fleshy wall was completely broken. Stop Ingrid from completing her mission.
If her body was intact, even with her teeth, the nun would try to dig a tunnel, but she was seriously injured and on the verge of death, and she had been relying on her will to support her, so it was impossible for her to complete such a task. Relying on her current physical strength, going back and choosing a new path is just an illusion.
The nun clutched her wound, leaned against the wall, and slowly sat down on the ground. Ingrid knew that her journey had come to an end. As she relaxed mentally, large streams of blood surged up her throat and flowed down the corners of her mouth.
The nun smiled silently. The remaining physical strength was not enough to support her to laugh out loud. She could finally rest and not have to resist the death signal from her body. It was really relaxing. Then tears fell from the corners of the nun's eyes, knowing that her sacrifice would be unknown, that the traitor would continue to hide among the sisters, and that more sisters would be killed.
No, I do not accept such a result! The nun decided to make one last effort.
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