Looking at the moment when Roland was hit, Nightingale felt her heart suddenly tighten.
The surrounding noise instantly became incomparably distant. She wanted to go over and help him up, but she found that her whole body was cold and stiff, her hands were trembling slightly. Apart from the initial subconscious cry of surprise, even taking a step forward was extremely difficult.
She was afraid that Roland would gradually lose his warmth in her arms.
She was afraid that he would never wake up again.
Just thinking about this made it difficult for Nightingale to breathe.
Since she could remember, she had never been at a loss like this.
Anna was the first to react. She squatted down and covered the whole wound with a black flame. Under the dark flame, white smoke suddenly rose, and at the same time, a sizzling sound could be heard. When the black fire dissipated, Roland's broken arm had been burnt black.
The trickling blood had stopped.
That's right, this was the emergency measure he had taught me in the first aid class. What should I do next? After wrapping up the wound, I quickly went to the hospital to look for Nana … Nightingale swallowed her saliva and glanced at the basket. No, it's not possible, Nana isn't in the hot air balloon, but in Border Town.
I have to go back.
I have to hurry back as soon as possible!
She slowly turned her head to the southeast where the town was.
At this moment, the Devil's ferocious appearance once again reflected in Nightingale's eyes, pulling all of her thoughts back to the basket.
The witches' panicked shouts, the sound of gunfire, and the enemy's low roar once again echoed in her ears. After the coldness subsided, the chaotic thoughts in her mind finally converged into a single sentence.
If I don't defeat the Devil, I won't be able to rush back to Border Town.
"Lightning!" Anna anxiously shouted, "Protect the hot air balloon as it descends!"
Although the little girl's face was pale, she looked at the unconscious Roland, gritted her teeth, nodded, and flew out of the basket.
No, Nightingale thought, just by looking at her appearance, I know that she can't deal with the Devil. Like most witches, Lightning had no experience fighting against a real enemy.
Here, the only one who could defeat the Devil was herself.
Nightingale took a deep breath and forced herself to temporarily put the scene of His Royal Highness being injured at the back of her mind. The two demons were still in a pincer attack. Their spear-throwing arms were as thin as firewood, and it would probably take a long time for them to fully recover. The other party was about fifty meters away from the hot air balloon. At such a distance, it was impossible for him to reach it. It was very easy to lose one's footing and fall when using the fog at high altitudes. The higher he was from the ground, the fewer the "lines" that flashed past. If he stayed on one line for a long time, when the direction and the line changed from up to down, it was very likely that he would be torn into several pieces.
Perhaps the enemy also realized that once the hot air balloon landed, things might become tricky. A demon waved its left hand that only had three fingers and shouted something loudly. Then, it pulled its mount and charged straight towards the hot air balloon.
The other one pounced on Lightning. The demonic beast flapped its huge wings like a falcon catching a fledgling, causing her to be too tired to dodge. Just as Nightingale had predicted, Lightning could only rely on her nimble movements to protect herself. It was difficult for her to aim and fire at the enemy. The other witches were even afraid of accidentally injuring the little girl, so they stopped shooting.
The demon that was rushing towards the hot air balloon ordered its mount to aim at the air balloon and claw at it. Fortunately, Soroya's coating was strong enough, so it was very difficult for the demonic beast's claws and teeth to penetrate it. Seeing that this trick was ineffective, it roared and flew into the distance. It seemed that it wanted to hit the hot air balloon and make it lose its balance.
Nightingale had already seen the best opportunity.
Using the fog, when a faintly glowing line appeared above her head, she didn't hesitate to step on it. Taking advantage of the moment when the hot air balloon's outline changed, she directly stood on top of the air balloon. Although her body was parallel to the ground, it was as if she was walking on flat ground, and she quickly climbed to the top of the hot air balloon.
At this time, the demon also rushed over.
In the world of black and white, Nightingale was surprised to find that there was a sparse magic cyclone slowly rotating inside the demon's body. Moreover, there was also a sparkling stone embedded in its skinny arm.
They actually have magic power?
But now was not the time to pay attention to this, the more than ten meters of distance was only a short moment for her. When the demon was about to hit the hot air balloon, Nightingale jumped out of the fog and appeared behind the demon.
Because of the sudden increase in the weight on the back of the giant winged demonic beast, its body suddenly sank down. The demon seemed to realize something and fiercely turned its head, only to be greeted by the roar of a 12 mm pistol.
"Go to hell."
The bullet rushed out of the flames and smoke, penetrating the demon's head with the force of a thousand catties, and blasting a bowl-sized hole in the back of its head. Viscous blood splattered everywhere, and a pungent smell spread in all directions.
The demon twitched and fell, and the demonic beast changed its direction, passing by the side of the hot air balloon. Just when Nightingale wanted to turn back to the top of the air balloon, an accident happened. The tilted corpse moved the reins, and the mount suddenly rolled sideways, throwing her off.
Before she could react, she had already left the safe distance from where she could return on her own.
Although the hot air balloon had been descending, it was still hundreds of meters away from the sea. Falling into the fog was no different from suicide, and in a situation where she couldn't control her posture, she would be cut in half if she hit any thin line.
"Nightingale!"
She heard her sisters shouting in panic, but it didn't help. Lightning was fighting with the demon, and even if Maggie turned into a sea eagle, she still wouldn't be able to pull her up. She was very clear about what was going to happen next.
The falling speed was getting faster and faster, and when Nightingale looked down, the originally blurry sea had already revealed its true appearance. The rolling splashes and waves became more and more clear, as if it wasn't her falling, but the sea was accelerating towards her.
The closer it was to this moment, the clearer her mind became.
Nightingale closed her eyes, and the scene of her meeting with Roland seemed to reappear in front of her eyes. She sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the dagger in her hand, waiting for the gray-haired 4th Prince to push open the door and enter. The flickering fire, the door, and the bedroom gradually disappeared, and finally, only his smiling face could be seen.
The only regret was that she probably couldn't accompany him to the end.
"Coo, coo, coo!"
Suddenly, a series of high-pitched chirps came into her ears. Nightingale opened her eyes and saw a white figure rushing straight down and pouncing on her chest.
It was Maggie.
She was just about to open her mouth to say something, when the pigeon's body burst into a dazzling white light. Its body instantly swelled up, and a pair of huge wings spread out from its back. The feathers fell off, and the bird's head became hideous, looking exactly like a flying demonic beast!
"Ow!"
Maggie let out a deafening roar, grabbed Nightingale with both claws, and threw her up. The latter rolled half a circle in the air, and fell straight on the broad back of the bird.
What the hell is going on? Nightingale was completely stunned.
"Ow ow!" Maggie turned her head and shouted again, as if to remind her of something.
This time, even without the translation, she understood the meaning of the other party's words. Although she didn't know why Maggie could become like this, but defeating the demon was the most important thing at the moment.
"Go!" She shouted. (To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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