Early in the morning, everyone packed up their camping things and set off once again.
Roland also discovered another detail: even if they slept in the wilderness, the witches' appearance wouldn't change in the slightest, but he obviously couldn't do this. He didn't even need to look in the mirror to guess that his hair was certainly a mess, his face lacked color due to insomnia, and his skin was covered with half-dried sweat, which was slightly sticky to the touch. In everyone's eyes, he most likely had a listless appearance. Only after washing himself with the drinking water in his leather bag was he able to alleviate this feeling of discomfort.
Roland began to miss the castle's running water system and spacious showers.
Half an hour later, according to Lightning's instructions, Cloud Gazer arrived at the predetermined location, the side of the snow-capped mountain. Hovering above the vast sea, the group could already see the scene behind the mountain.
Just as Lightning had said, the back of the snow-capped mountain was shrouded in a red mist. The mist was very low, and the closer they got to the ground, the thicker the color became. In order to see further, Roland let the hot air balloon continue to rise, until the end of his field of vision, the land also spread out little by little.
"Did you find anything?" He looked at Sylvie.
The latter shook her head, "No, the distance is too far, it has already exceeded the range of the Eye of Truth."
"Wait until Soroya has drawn the scene here, then we can go a little closer," Roland said.
While Soroya was drawing the picture, he also used the telescope to observe the coastal line. Along the coast, there were only cliffs and rocky beaches, there were no docks, docks, or any other man-made buildings. It seemed that even if there were Devils, they had never thought of building ships to attack Graycastle from the sea. This observation made him heave a sigh of relief.
As the hot air balloon slowly approached the land, Sylvie finally began to report what she saw. About ten miles away from the sea, she found a pile of black stone buildings, triangular in shape, resembling a steeple.
"It's just like the mirage we saw in the Barbarian Land," Vendy couldn't help but exclaim, "This really is the Devil's territory!"
"But the height is obviously wrong," Soroya frowned, "The steeples in the mirage are hundreds of feet high, it's impossible for them to be covered by the red mist, they should be higher than the rolling hills."
"Perhaps what you saw was the Devil's city, and this is only the Devil's village?" Anna guessed.
"So the Devils have a complete and unique urban system, they belong to a higher evolved group, and at the same time, they are keen on expansion and killing? Please, please don't be like this. "What's in those steeples?"
"Um … Most of the spires are empty, and some seem to be filled with liquid … Wait," Sylvie was startled, and then said in disbelief, "Let's go, the demons have found us!"
"Found something?" Roland raised the telescope and glanced at it. It was still dark red, and nothing could be seen.
"They're moving," Sylvie shouted nervously. "They were buried in the ground before, with only the tubes on their backs exposed. Over there … there are demons flying!"
"Vendy, retreat at full speed!" Roland ordered.
The wind blew quickly, and the sudden movement of the hot air balloon caused the basket to tilt, and the taut rope made a creaking sound.
However, Sylvie's warning made everyone's heart go cold.
"Two Devils are rushing towards us, and their mounts can fly!"
"Hell, these guys actually have flying mounts?" Roland's eyes widened, this was simply illogical, to be able to carry a burly man, how big would their mounts have to be?
But it didn't take long for him to catch two black spots in his field of vision. Looking through the telescope, he saw that the mounts under their crotch had sharp mouths and sharp teeth, and their whole body was hairless, they didn't look like birds at all. If he wasn't mistaken … they were actually two demonic hybrids!
"Descend and land as soon as possible," Roland squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
They were too careless, they didn't expect the Devils to have the ability to pursue them in the air, and the only one on their side who could fight in the sky was Lightning. But looking at her pale complexion, they knew that they had no chance of winning this battle. Once they were overtaken, even if the other side only used a collision to attack the balloon, it would still be enough to take the witches' lives. Even if the coating could resist the impact and bite of the demonic beasts, under the violent shaking, everyone would likely be thrown out of the basket and smashed into the sea like a stone.
And falling from this height, there was no difference between the sea and the land.
At this time, the Devils were getting closer and closer to the hot air balloon, and without the help of the telescope, Roland could already see the huge wings of the demonic hybrids and the burly enemy on their backs.
"Be careful," Sylvie screamed again, "they are preparing to throw their spears!"
Hearing this warning, his mind suddenly remembered the scene of the battle described by Leaf, the enemy had used this method to take away Scarlet's life in an instant.
He didn't see the Devil's arm expand in an instant, and he didn't even see the incoming spear. At the same time that Sylvie gave the warning, Anna had already stretched out her hands and controlled the Blackfire to spread out into a thin sheet, blocking the front of the basket.
Then there were two loud "Bang Bang" sounds.
Anna let out a muffled groan and took two steps back. The Blackfire shattered like glass, and the spear was only left with half of the burning iron shaft, tumbling down towards the sea.
She had used a dense curtain of Blackfire to block this attack.
The witches all breathed a sigh of relief, only Roland was burning with anxiety. This way of operating her ability would greatly consume Anna's magic power. When they were smelting steel together, Roland had already noticed that if it was just heating or cutting, the huge amount of magic power in her body would almost never dry up, but once it was expanded to a macroscopic level, as a dense whole to exert influence on an object, the consumption of magic power would increase exponentially. For example, if the Blackfire was used as a furnace, the outer wall that prevented the molten steel from flowing would accelerate the consumption of magic power, and if she wanted to lift the entire Blackfire furnace, even Anna wouldn't be able to hold on for more than a few minutes.
Obviously, blocking the Blackfire a moment ago had consumed a lot of her energy, and if she had to do it two more times, perhaps she wouldn't even be able to maintain the heating.
The Devil seemed to be intimidated by this scene, and didn't immediately launch a follow-up attack. Instead, it swept past the hot air balloon from both sides, as if waiting for the next attack. For the first time, Roland saw the enemy's ferocious appearance at such a close distance. They were exactly the same as in the photo, wearing the demonic beast's head, their eyes were covered by a scarlet crystal, and their chin was connected to a leather tube, bypassing their neck and leading to the carapace on their back.
During this time, the witches took out their pistols to return fire, but with the constant shaking of the basket, it was almost impossible to hit an enemy moving at high speed. After firing two rounds of bullets, not a single shot hit the target.
At this time, the Devil's arm swelled up again, and this time, they chose to attack from the front and back.
Anna didn't even have enough time to observe the enemy behind her, and the Blackfire she had summoned could only cover one side. Roland could clearly see the Devil's right arm swing towards her, but he couldn't see the trajectory of the spear. Almost subconsciously, he pushed away Anna, who had her back to him. Then, as if his shoulder had been ruthlessly smashed by a hammer, his whole body flew backwards and hit the wall of the basket.
An unbearable pain almost tore him apart, followed by a strong sense of dizziness, and his consciousness seemed to be drifting away.
Roland clenched his teeth and looked sideways, only to see a huge gash on his shoulder. The hole in the basket behind him was enough to prove the power of this blow.
And the half of his arm, which had been completely torn off by this round of attack, fell into the corner of the basket, and the blood that flowed out from it quickly dyed his clothes red.
"No!" Nightingale's heart-wrenching cry was the last sound he heard before he lost consciousness. (To be continued. , Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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