Chapter 170 The Nun Driven to Desperation
Looking at the demon hunter approaching slowly with a calm face, Sister Slaanesh knew that her disguise had been seen through. She shouldn't have agreed so readily when the other party proposed a truce. After a little slack, this cunning hunter caught the loophole.
"Don't you yearn for my blood?" The witcher slashed his arm with his long sword: "It can make you so happy that you fly? It will fulfill you."
This time, Sister Slaanesh let out a desperate scream like a little girl who was about to be hurt. The piercing voice echoed in the tunnel and was transmitted far away.
"Did you hear any sound?" Max asked, without the power of chaos spreading in his body, relying on his excellent physique, he had passed the most dangerous moment.
With Marx on his back, Boss Polk replied sweating profusely: "I didn't hear anything, I could only hear the sound of my heart beating in my ears, I felt like I was going to have a heart attack..."
"You won't, you're just too fat, you need to lose weight!" Rick, who was in charge of opening the road ahead, supported his broken arm and joked: "We'd better find someone who can help as soon as possible to support the hunter. Demon hunter, I still owe him a glass of wine."
"Instead of worrying about that Siris demon, we should worry about ourselves!" Boss Pok walked forward with difficulty: "The slum area is so dangerous now, if we encounter any messy things, the three of us have to explain it here."
"I'm afraid he's right, Mr. Rick." Max's worried voice came from behind: "If even the witcher can't solve that monster, I think it will be difficult to find anyone who can help in Antony Grand Port .”
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The ranger ran sensitively in the ruins, scanning the surrounding environment with his peripheral vision, and his high-speed brain calculated in an instant the footholds of the last three steps, as well as the space reserved for dodging the possible attacks of the enemy. The focus of the two changes of direction.
As a professional geologist, amateur archer and extreme sports enthusiast, mathematics and calculation are his essential talents. Although it is not reflected in the attribute page and talent page, when your brain is good enough, fighting is just another arithmetic problem for you.
Wind speed, about 3.8 meters, light breeze.
Directly ahead, at three o'clock, 1.8 meters, a collapse; at one o'clock, 2 meters, obstacles, avoid...
This is what the Ranger had in his mind at this moment.
At this time, he was running clockwise along an arc at a distance of nearly fifty meters from the monster that Sister Pads turned into. The long arrow in his hand is like a poisonous snake with sharp teeth! Every time you shoot, it leaves traces of flames on the monster named Pads!
[Old Enemy (in the blood debt mission): You have found your target, you must kill it, no matter what it is, no matter how powerful it is! The blood of the victim on the face reminds you that this is an endless mission! Your attack will cause extra damage to the task target; correspondingly, your enemies will also cause greater damage to you. 】
The description on the task page is: "You are a ranger, tracking is your job, follow your feeling to find the target. After finding the target, keep the distance from the target within 300 meters, until The target dies. If you lose the track of the target, you will be deducted a little attribute point immediately, and then you will get a new guide. You cannot accept other tasks during this period."
As the system said, this is an endless mission.
The good news is that during the mission, my professional talent [Enemy] seems to have played an extraordinary role. Instead of specifying a certain biome, I directly specified the murderer who killed my apprentice!
In the sanctuary camp, most of the feather arrows were made by those ingenious women working overtime under the guidance of rangers, including those in their own hands.
However, this is so ordinary, even barely usable arrows, but in the hands of the ranger, it is like an enchanted bow and arrow, with fiery red light and shadow, creating wounds one after another on Pads' body.
The bad news is that Ranger feels like he can only do so much damage. Continuous encounters with oversized enemies made him wish he could carry a siege crossbow as a weapon.
Snapped! The ranger's arrow seemed to have an RPG soul attached to it, hitting Pads' arm with fire! The huge bone blade landed on the side of a clerical nun within a fraction of a centimeter, and the air brought up by the weapon's passing made the nun's robe rattling.
"Are you all stupid? The long-range units back up! Fight against melee! Don't let it wander off unscrupulously!" The ranger kept on walking, shouting bitterly. These nuns seemed to be unable to use their heads stimulated by this monster, and each of them used the style of fighting for both sides, wanting to die with each other.
The clerical nun just now was covered by the fighting nuns and came to Pads at the cost of four lives. This is already the second time. Under the cover of three lives, the last clerical nun was trampled to pieces by a monster as soon as she approached. Rangers do not have the right to command the nuns, so they can only do their best to cover the actions of the nuns.
Sure enough, the clerical nun who was almost split in half from head to toe hardly hesitated. Taking advantage of the preparation time brought by the ranger's attack, she raised her hands high, and a super-large fireball inflated in the nun's hands like blowing bubbles. At a distance of less than one meter, two figures, one big and one small, were enveloped. In the dazzling white light.
"The wrath of the Witch King will burn you..." was the last sound the ranger heard, and then there was a loud bang. The ranger, who had been prepared for a long time, lay on the ground, and the shock wave sent along the ground made him feel as if he had been hit by a sap in the chest.
After the explosion, Ranger shook his body, raised his head, and the surroundings were in chaos. The nuns at the center of the explosion had almost no bones left, and the nuns who were farther away fell to the ground without knowing whether they were alive or dead. Four or five clerical nuns who were as prepared as the ranger were also observing the situation on the battlefield.
As the dust cleared, the tall figure of Sister Pads emerged. Originally there were three arms, but now there was only one left, and half of the weapon in his hand disappeared in the explosion, and almost all the muscles in one leg were lost, only relying on the bones to support himself from falling down.
"Detonate the holy object? You really don't spare your money." The tall monster recovered from his injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye: "However, the power is still a little bit weaker."
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