The demon hunter looked pale with excessive indulgence. The [Silent Shadow] robe originally worn on his body was tied up in a knot. I don’t know what it was inside. He carried a sword in one hand and a package in the other. Xu Yichen finally crawled out of the exit of the tunnel, stood under the sun, and took a deep breath in the sea breeze.
Underground, the nuns fought with Slaanes and chopped each other for more than half an hour. In the end, the demon hunter still relied on his [Red Time] characteristics and used the same trick again. I don’t know how many times the other party was dismembered. Finally, when Xu Yichen was able to complete the achievements of the corpse-breaking demon again, this nun, who was like Xiaoqiang who could not kill, finally landed in a space of nearly ten meters around, without gathering and resurrecting again.
The worried demon hunter waited by the side for nearly five minutes and found that the ground was still silent. However, the cautious Xu Yichen not only did not let go of the enemy's body, but instead dug a pit, took off his robe, and spread it at the bottom of the pit. Then he carefully picked the wreckage of the surrounding nun from the ground, from the wall, and from the ceiling, and collected it together.
Relying on his nose that was very sensitive to Chaos, he was sure that the stuff piled on his clothes was all the nun Slaanesia, without a trace of missing out.
With his whistle, the demon hunter carefully cut the corpses in the pit into a more symmetrical shape with his long sword. This behavior of chopping dumpling filling was the second time he used it on Sister Slaanesia, and his technique seemed more proficient.
He stirred the meat paste in the pit with his hands. The demon hunter nodded with satisfaction. He was fat and thin, without obvious skinny, and it seemed that he had all been chopped. Amid the cheerful whistle, he cut the veins on his wrist, and blood poured on the meat paste in the pit bit by bit. With the stirring of the long sword, the sound of sulfuric acid corroding protein in the dark tunnel was particularly creepy.
As the blood and the flesh and blood of Sister Slaanezhai's flesh and blood were fully combined, the vague moans were mixed in the little song of the Demon Hunter, echoing in the tunnel, contributing to this terrifying picture.
Hearing this sound, Xu Yichen's smile on his face became even better, and his whistle blew louder. Misal still had a trace of consciousness! The stirring movements of the demon hunter's men were faster, and from time to time they had to cut the healed wounds to replenish the blood. As the blood of the demon hunter passed, the flesh and blood tissue in the pit became less and less, turning into a pile of pink and purple ashes.
As the gasping sounds in the air stopped and he was convinced that his blood had corroded all the other party's organization, the demon hunter was like an old farmer who had worked hard for a year, and finally harvested the fruits, showing a satisfied smile.
Xu Yichen used a robe at the bottom of the pit to pack all the ashes left by Sister Saranesia after being dissolved. He still felt a little worried. It would be enough to meet such a difficult guy once, and killing her was simply a physical job.
In this way, the demon hunter finally stood on the ground, spread his arms, and before he could take a good breath of fresh air, a small cloud of mushrooms rose in the distance with a huge explosion.
The Ranger rushed out at the first time, and the next second, his position was shrouded in pink bubbles thrown by Sister Pads. Even if he just smelled the smell, he felt a little excited.
Not only him, but the surviving nuns were also attacked. They were protected by the combat nuns outside the front line. The nuns who were responsible for fire support were directly covered by the bubbles. The atmosphere inside the bubbles became strange. Several nuns seemed to have discovered the advantages of each other at the same time, attracting themselves extremely!
Even if the strong enemy is right in front of you, even if the sisters are not cold, even if the black ship is taken away, the Witch King is blasphemed, even if this is in broad daylight!
The Ranger narrowed his eyes and looked at them with a critical look, knowing that he could not count on them anymore. He hoped that they would not die from dehydration before they dealt with the monster themselves.
The Ranger maintained his previous tactics. Although the nuns did not help delay the enemy's pace, this large Chaos monster was also seriously injured. Before it was completely recovered, its movement ability was greatly reduced, which gave the Ranger the opportunity to fly a kite!
Arrows and arrows are always inseparable from the opponent's vital points. There are various types of damage. Not to mention Sister Paders, even the Ranger himself doesn't know whether the next arrow will have special effects or what effect will be added!
With the dual blessing of the [Enemy Enemy] talent and [Blood Debt and Blood Payment] mission, the ranger found that his attack seemed to be affected by his emotions. When he was in anger, the arrow would leave the string with flames, and it would also produce an explosion effect after hitting the enemy; when he calmed down and analyzed the battlefield environment completely rationally, the arrow would carry cold air, causing the enemy to suffer from low temperatures.
The ranger was a little bitter at this time. After experiencing such a huge explosion just now, many nuns died together, but the enemy was recovering from injuries in an orderly manner, but they could only play a role in hindrance.
Under such an emotion, the arrow in his hand turned pale green. After hitting Sister Pads' knee, the arrow instantly turned into a pool of acid, melting the muscle tissue that had just grown around, and even the bones changed color.
"Despicable and shameless bug!" Sister Pads, who had just recovered from some injuries, finally couldn't continue to stand. She staggered and knelt on one knee on the ground, shouting in panic: "You dare to hurt the body given to me by the Dark Prince! What kind of despicable magic did you use!"
Amid Pads' angry shouts, the Ranger, who was secretly happy, was also confused. He watched the opponent's leg bone melt in front of him, and quickly repaired two arrows, but there was no special effect. He was just two ordinary inferior feather arrows, nailed to the other party's body in two puffs, as if shooting on wood, without any effect.
What did I do before? The question mark on the Ranger's head was even bigger than Sister Pads. While he was hiding from the opponent's flying stone attack, he continued to shoot while running. However, it seemed as if Harry Potter had lost his wand, but the arrow could no longer have magical effects like before.
"Okay, calm down." Ranger said to himself: "Anger gives me the power of flames; reason gives me the power of ice; then, what about acid? What about me just now?"
Chapter completed!