Chapter 162 There Is a Traitor Among You

Perhaps for the nuns, loyalty to the Witch King is more like a freely instilled rule. Maybe most of them will never have the opportunity to meet any Witch King in their entire lives. So when Sister Celestine of Silence broke her oath of tranquility and spoke, the nuns almost left the vulgar witcher aside.

The two battle nuns who were supporting Celestine didn't seem to know whether they should let go, and then stayed away from her, but it could be seen from their expressions that the previous respect and worry had been overwhelmed, escape instead.

The clerical nun who was slapped subconsciously 'translated' Celestine's words: "Stop! Let this Sirius..."

Then she shut her mouth abruptly, as if she had eaten something dirty.

"You, just now, what did you say?" Celestine's speech speed gradually became coherent. The nuns of silence are not dumb, they are just used to not speaking under the oath for so many years: "I heard you say , us, there is a traitor among us?"

Ignoring the two terrified nuns beside her, Celestine had heard her own voice for so long that she was very curious about her own voice. It had been too long since she had sworn the oath of tranquility in the presence of the Witch King before her voice had begun to change.

The witcher watched as the silent nun tried to stand up on the ground with her own strength. The knee joint that was broken by him just now seemed to have healed a lot under the effect of that set of armor. Despite being covered in blood, Sister Silence seemed to be holding on. Having just lost the power brought by the oath, Celeste is now as weak as a powerless mortal. The only thing that has not left her is the special constitution brought by being an untouchable.

The witcher still remembered that in the previous battle, his spell skills were almost useless. He gently touched his ribs, even his extraordinary characteristics were suppressed to a certain extent. In the previous impact, he was not unharmed, at least two ribs were broken on the side of the chest that was impacted, but fortunately, he was used to the pain.

He took out the [Ring of Purity] from his bosom, which was obtained from the battle nun who was transformed into a deformed body. Relying on the pain caused by the ring to her soul, the battle nun tenaciously maintained her last will as a human being, and her only last wish was to die as a human being.

"This is a relic of a hero. I gave her the last glory. She walked bravely." Xu Yichen handed the ring in his hand to the weak Sister of Silence, because the owner of the ring, the witcher, regarded these nuns as Comrades against Chaos together. Despite their extremes and foolish faith in the Witch King, they are part of the human resistance.

Sister Silence took the ring from the witcher, bowed her head and kissed it, prayed to the Witch King in a deep voice, and then said to Xu Yichen: "Thank you, thank you, mutant... Demon hunter, hunter."

Then the witcher took out the necklace he got in the tunnel: "The owner of this necklace is called Ingrid Brown. When I found her, she was dead. But she used her body as a mark, and let me Found this necklace. There is a memory gem in it, and its contents may be of interest to you."

The witcher also handed the necklace to Sister Silence, and watched as she opened the necklace and took out the black memory gem. He picked up a battle nun's long sword from the ground, and said: "Sister Brown has only one sword wound, which is not a fatal wound, but the wound cannot heal, the continuous blood loss, and the corrosion of void energy finally killed her. life. The wound was caused by this long sword."

Xu Yichen thrust the long sword in front of Sister Silence: "So, I said there is a traitor among you, maybe she is watching us around now."

"Nonsense! Dirty mutant!" The clerk in red roared with a distorted expression, "Don't think that you can slander the noblest warrior of the Witch King just because you have won Lord Celestine!"

Xu Yichen slapped himself, and the nun in red couldn't help but took a step back, then realized her weakness, and glared at the witcher glaringly, not to be outdone.

"I think the evidence is in your hands." The witcher said to the silent nun: "You can find someone to read the records inside. I want to destroy the chaos worshipers hidden inside the nun. Missions are more important."

Passing the memory gem in her hand to the nun in red next to her, Celeste pointed to Effilar who was lying unconscious on the ground next to Li Yanlong: "You don't understand. Demon hunter, she Yes, it's different. The Witch King, get her, at any cost. You, it's impossible, can protect her, all the time."

The nun in red who was slapped walked back to the line of clerk nuns with a face as cold as ice. She felt that Master Celestine's attitude towards the mutant was too weak. And she broke the oath she swore in front of the Witch King, is her loyalty to the Witch King as firm as before?

But in the next second, the thought of doubting the loyalty of a silent nun made the nun in red shudder, and quickly expelled this thought from her mind. Several clerical nuns got together, put the memory gem in a special box, and then sent their own energy into it.

"That's my business." The witcher shrugged indifferently: "I hope you understand that chaos is our common enemy. We have left too much blood here, and I don't want to have more The warriors against Chaos fall."

Looking at the silent nun, the witcher raised the long sword in his hand and said emphatically, "You know, I have this ability."

The nun in red came back with a bloodless face, and almost tripped over her own robe, but she couldn't care less: "My lord, it's Misar Brigita, the chief clerk nun."

On the other side, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy appeared in everyone's sight carrying a wounded militiaman. The blood-stained half of the militiaman shouted at the knight Bart: "My lord! We have received Attack! Mr. Marx received serious injuries!"

"What's going on?" Knight Bart stepped forward to support the militiaman in his hand, nodded his thanks to the boy beside him, and asked anxiously, "Who did it? Where is it?"

PS: My neck hurts, what can you do~?