Like a puppet, Rick's hand holding the alchemy bomb spun 360 degrees. In the heart-wrenching sound of bones and joints breaking, the black bomb slipped weakly from his hand, slowly floating in the air, and finally landed in a white palm.
The master of the palm appeared in the darkness, and the nuns who had been transformed into twists and turns: "Hi, tough guy, I hope you like this thing."
As Sister Slaanesians said, Rick was thrown to the other side of the passage by his invisible big hands, and then the black alchemy bomb was thrown over! Boss Poke, who had sharp eyes, saw a ray of sunlight suddenly appear in the tunnel before the explosion, and then everything was covered by smoke in the roar of the explosion.
"Hmph, you are like ghosts that cannot be shaken off!" Misal sighed, waved his hand, and dispelled the dust in the tunnel.
Directly in front of Rick, the demon hunter stood in the sun with a light golden defense cover, blocking all the damage of the alchemy bomb like a god descending to earth!
"This is what I want to say to you guys." The Demon Hunter stood up straight and moved his wrists: "I've been a little aesthetically tired when dealing with you recently."
In the second half of the journey, the demon hunter used his enhanced sense of smell to pursue it. With the inexplicable perception of Chaos, he was very sure that the enemy was at his feet!
He inserted his sword into the ground without hesitation. The entire underground space of the lower city area had been dug up by those tentacles. He felt his subordinates' efforts empty, like a broken sewer, a smell that was even more disgusting than the Narcotic believers floated out from the ground.
Xu Yichen drew a circle on the ground with great force, chopped his feet hard, and fell into the underground passage along with the soil layer.
With the talent of the Demon Hunter's [Glimmer Vision], he immediately discovered the black object thrown by someone. For a moment, he was a little surprised, and only one sentence echoed in his mind: "Fire in the hole!"
The trained body subconsciously spread it to the side, but the rational brain was convinced: "This is a game, I am a demon hunter, a horseman, I am a shielded man!"
As his palms opened, the Kunen magic seal expanded outward with the demon hunter himself as the center. With the help of the shimmer vision and high inspiration, he clearly saw the black rod-like object split into two in the explosion. There was no steel ball that strengthened the lethality, but a red flame burst out from it!
The soil stirred by the impact of energy, stones hit the shield with crackling sounds, and the surrounding air was heated and expanded, pushing the demon hunter backward for nearly half a meter.
Although it was not satisfactory, the demon hunters who resisted a wave of force still felt that this thing was promising and not powerful enough, but it was mainly due to the limitations of the times.
As the smoke cleared, Boss Poke and Marx stood on both sides of the Demon Hunter and Slaanesian nun Misal. There was no communication between the two sides. As mortal enemies, they both saw disgust and murderous intent in each other's eyes.
"Haha, I didn't expect that the famous demon hunter who worked with those dim sum in this city was actually the famous Demon Hunter." Sister Misal covered her mouth, smiling as if she was a noble lady, "Aren't you going to be extinct? Why did a small person come to another mutant?"
As one of the first nuns to disembark, Misal knew nothing about what happened on the Crimson Shield.
"I didn't expect that the nuns who have always claimed to be loyal have actually produced an amazing traitor." Xu Yichen said without showing any weakness: "I have to say that the aesthetics of this outfit is simply a disaster now. The nuns' tastes are bad enough, but I didn't expect you to go further!"
Sister Misal's face changed, but how could the Demon Hunter's mouth cannon be a single shot?
"How do you Chaos choose people now?" Xu Yichen hooked his fingers in the direction of Boss Poke and Marx with his spare hand: "The bones who believed in purity could still speak before were surprised and unpretentious."
"Look at you again, tsk, half-covered clothes, magical makeup-like facial features, speaking, who are you in Chaos?" The demon hunter slowly moved his footsteps, slightly deviating from the nun's sight: "Did Chaos give birth to the fifth evil god? Is it called the Lord of Ugly, the King of Funny, or something..."
As a believer of the Dark Prince, the admirer of Slaanes, and the darling of Shalis, Misal cannot tolerate others' aesthetic deprecation of herself! This carefully designed look took Misal for nearly five years! Since she saw the hypocritical face of the Witch King and found a master who is truly worthy of resignation, she has been preparing for this matter silently!
Look at this carefully cut breastplate, the temptation of the pipa half-covered face, a little bit of whiteness reveals a hint of **; the carefully combed hair is tied into two ponytails, decorated in red and blue respectively, which looks a bit playful; the boldly designed high-slit skirt armor shows the maturity of the royal sister style, and the finishing touch tattoo combines the admiration of my lord and the humiliation of those poor witch kings, perfect!
"This is art! No one can deny its beauty!" Sister Misal rushed over like a madman, almost unaffected by gravity. Behind her, the nuns who could not see the human form also rushed forward!
At this time, Boss Poke had already pulled Marx, who had lost his ability to move, and crawled forward two meters in front of Xu Yichen.
The sword of the Demon Hunter slashed through his hands, and bright red blood flowed out of his palms and sprinkled on Marx's wound, like cold water dripping from hot oil, the wound boiled, and gray gas was discharged from the wound.
As the demon hunter's injured palm lifted up, the Alder Seal, who had been prepared for a long time, burst out with his own blood in this narrow tunnel!
The fallen nuns who launched the charge flew backwards as if they were hit by a truck. Many people were splattered with blood on their faces and rolled on the ground in pain for a few times, leaving no movement.
With just this blow, the team of the fallen nuns was disbanded, and the only one who could stand was Sister Misal. At this time, her arms were closed and blocked in front of her, and two ravines were drawn on the ground under her feet, and the skin on her forearm was corroded by the blood of the demon hunter.
With a sickly smile, Misal licked the blood that looked like sulfuric acid on his arms with his forked tongue: "That's what it feels!"
Chapter completed!