Sylvia was stunned, her finger in her mouth, looking like she had never seen the world before. "I'm so jealous. If only I had a giant kitty like that—then I could just ram into anyone I don't like."
"Drakewolf was clearing the way the whole time. Why are you only surprised now?"
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Phield felt speechless. With reflexes this slow, no wonder her assassination of Simon had failed so miserably.
If it hadn't been for him back then, this woman would probably have had a whole litter of kittens by now—and they wouldn't even share the same father.
"Enough nonsense. The monsters are coming."
Hearing the chaotic sound of footsteps, Phield immediately ordered everyone to be on guard.
More ghost nuns, as terrifying as zombies, poured in from all directions of the camp, surrounding them. Some cackled madly, others wailed in agony—the scene was like hell itself.
The Corrupted Greatsword Warriors swung their weapons, fearlessly clashing with the ghost nuns.
