Chapter 167 What Are You Seeing?

Like a marionette, Rick's hand holding the alchemy bomb rotated 360 degrees. Amid the heart-wrenching sounds of bones and joints breaking, the black bomb slipped weakly from his hand, slowly flying in the air. Floating, finally landed in a white palm.

Then the owner of the palm appeared from the darkness, and with her came the nuns who had been transformed into a mess: "Hey, tough guy, I hope you like this thing."

Following Sister Slaanesh's words, Rick was thrown to the other side of the passage by an invisible hand, and then the black alchemy bomb was also thrown there! The sharp-eyed Boss Bok saw a ray of sunlight suddenly appearing in the tunnel before the explosion, and then amidst the roar of the explosion, everything was covered in smoke.

"Hmph, you are like ghosts that cannot be shaken off!" Misar sighed and waved his hand to disperse the dust in the tunnel.

Right in front of Rick, the witcher was standing in the sun with a light golden protective cover, blocking all the damage from the alchemy bomb like a god coming down to earth!

"That's what I want to say to you guys." The witcher straightened his body and stretched his wrists: "I've been dealing with you all these days, and I'm a little tired."

In the second half of the journey, the witcher used his enhanced sense of smell to search all the way. With the inexplicable perception of chaos from the [Enemy of Chaos] talent, he was very sure that the enemy was right under his feet!

He plunged his sword into the ground without hesitation. The entire underground space in the lower city had been dug up to pieces by those tentacles. There was also a disgusting smell wafting from the ground.

Xu Yichen forcefully drew a circle on the ground, stomped his foot heavily, and fell into the underground passage along with the soil layer.

Relying on the demon hunter's [twilight vision] talent, he immediately spotted the black object being thrown over. He was a little stunned for a moment, and only one sentence echoed in his mind: "Fire in the hole!"

The well-trained body subconsciously wants to throw to the side, but the rational brain is convincing itself: "This is a game, I am a witcher, horse, I am a man with a shield!"

With the opening of the palm, the sign of Quinn expanded outwards from the center of the witcher himself. With low-light vision and super dynamic vision brought by high inspiration, he clearly saw the black rod-shaped object split into two in the explosion. There was no steel ball to enhance the lethality, but a mass of crimson flame erupted from it out!

The soil and stones stirred up by the energy impact crackled outside the shield, and the surrounding air was heated and expanded, pushing the witcher back a distance of nearly half a meter.

Although it is not satisfactory, the demon hunters who have resisted a wave still feel that this thing is very promising, and its power is not enough, but it is mainly limited by the times.

As the smoke cleared, the demon hunter and the Slaanesh nun Misar stood on both sides of Boss Pork and Marx respectively. There was no communication between the two parties. As deadly enemies, they both saw disgust and murderous intent in each other's eyes.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect that the one who cooperates with those little snacks in this city is actually a famous witcher." Sister Misar covered her mouth and said with a shrill smile as if she was a noble lady: "Aren't you going to be extinct, mutants, why is there another little one?"

As the first batch of nuns to disembark, Missar knew nothing about what happened on the Crimson Shroud.

"I also didn't expect that the nuns who have always advertised their loyalty turned out to be a great traitor." Xu Yichen retorted without showing weakness: "I have to say that the aesthetics of this suit is a disaster. Originally, the nuns Your taste is bad enough, I didn't expect you to go further!"

Sister Misar's expression changed, but how could the witcher's mouthpiece be single-shot?

"How do you choose people in Chaos now?" Xu Yichen hooked his fingers in the direction of Boss Pok and Marx with his free hand: "The group of believers before can still be said to be surprised by their bones, without any pretension."

"Look at you again, tsk tsk, half-covered clothes, heavy makeup-like facial features, speaking of which, who are you hanging out with in Chaos?" The witcher moved slowly and caught the nun's gaze. Slightly biased: "Could it be that chaos gave birth to the fifth evil god? Is it called the Lord of Ugly, the King of Funny or something..."

As a follower of the Prince of Darkness, a worshiper of Slaanesh, and a favorite of Shalishi, Mithar cannot tolerate others degrading himself aesthetically! This well-designed shape took Misar nearly five years! Ever since she saw clearly the hypocrisy of the Witch King and found a real master worth relying on, she has been silently preparing for this matter!

Look at this well-tailored breastplate, still hugging the half-covered temptation of the pipa, a little white and greasy, revealing a hint of provocation; the carefully combed hair is tied into two ponytails, decorated with red and blue respectively , looks a bit playful; the bold design of the skirt with high slits shows the maturity of Yujie Fan, coupled with the finishing touch of tattoos, it combines the worship of our Lord and the humiliation of those poor witch kings, perfect!

"This is art! No one can deny its beauty!" Sister Misar rushed over madly, almost unaffected by gravity. Behind her, those nuns who couldn't see the human form also rushed forward!

At this time, Boss Polk had already dragged Max, who had lost his ability to move, crawling all the way to a distance of two meters in front of Xu Yichen.

The witcher's long sword slashed across his hand, and the bright red blood flowed out from the palm and sprinkled on Marx's wound, like cold water dripping into hot oil, the wound boiled for a while, and gray gas was discharged from the wound .

As the witcher raised his wounded hand, the sign of Alder, which had been prepared for a long time, brought its own blood and exploded with the greatest power in this narrow tunnel!

The fallen nuns who launched the charge flew backwards as if they had been hit by a truck. Many of them were splashed with blood on their faces, and rolled painfully on the ground a few times without moving.

With just one blow, the ranks of the fallen nuns were broken up, and the only one who could stand was Sister Missal. At this time, she clasped her arms together to block her face, two ravines were drawn on the ground under her feet, and the skin on her forearm was corroded by the blood of the witcher.

With a sick smile, Misar licked the acid-like blood on his arm with his forked tongue: "That's how it feels!"

PS: The chapter after 12 o'clock in the evening is normal~ I guess it will be later, comrades who go to bed early, watch it tomorrow morning~