When Maggie joined the battle with Nightingale, the situation instantly reversed.
The Demon let out an angry roar and was forced to give up chasing the flexible Lightning. It dived down and went straight to Maggie. The arm that hadn't fully recovered raised the spear again and quickly swelled up. Cracks appeared on the skin and blood sprayed out.
This time, the attack was still powerful, but the spear was no longer as powerful as before. At least Nightingale could see the trajectory of the spear.
"Maggie!" She patted the giant beast under her, then spread out the fog and took a step forward.
"Awooo!" At the same time, Maggie's body shrank sharply and turned into a pigeon again.
The huge target suddenly disappeared, and the spear flew past the two of them with a whistling sound, falling into the sea.
The next moment, Nightingale appeared from the fog and returned to the back of the demonic beast Maggie. The whole process of dodging was as smooth as flowing water.
The Demon let out a painful howl. Its arm began to shrink inwards and finally broke, like a branch without water. But its left hand was still holding the reins, controlling the mount to hit the two people. It seemed that it wanted to die together.
Maggie obviously wouldn't let it do as it wished. When they were about to collide, she suddenly sank and passed by the enemy. When it regained its balance, Nightingale on its back had disappeared.
The latter appeared behind the Demon like a ghost.
The enemy tried to untie the rope that fixed its body in a hurry. Nightingale naturally wouldn't give it the opportunity.
She pulled the trigger to vent her anger, and the gunshots rang out continuously.
This round of shooting not only pierced the carapace on the back of the Demon, but also penetrated its chest. The enemy let out a series of hoarse gasps and soon fell into the blood fog.
Finally, the demonic beast that lost its master was killed by Lightning. It fell into the sea and soon disappeared.
Cloud Gazer slowly landed on the coast.
"What should we do next?" Nightingale anxiously looked at Anna. At this time, she was the only one who could keep calm.
"We've been delayed for so long. Even if we fly at night, the hot air balloon will need to reach the town at midnight." Anna said word by word. "His Highness Roland must be carried by Lightning and Maggie."
"No problem!" The huge head of the strange beast opened its mouth and said.
"I … have no problem. Leave it to us." The little girl looked a little depressed. She probably felt that as an explorer, she was afraid of fighting with the enemy and caused everyone to fall into a predicament.
Nightingale touched her head. "No one is born good at these things, it's not your fault."
The witches tied the unconscious Prince to Maggie's back, and the severed hand was carried by Lightning. The two of them quickly soared into the sky, flying along the Redwater River towards the town.
"What about us?" Vendy asked. "I don't have much magic left."
"Continue to fly. Fly as far as you can. The enemy may send a second team to search for us. This place is too close to the snowy mountain. We have to leave as soon as possible. "Anna said." Once we reach a safe area, we'll find a hidden place to land and camp. "
Her decision was unanimously approved by the rest of the witches.
Cloud Gazer rose again. At this time, there were only five people left in the basket.
"How did the Devil find us?" Soroya was puzzled. "The hot air balloon and basket are painted with sky camouflage. At an altitude of more than two thousand meters, it's difficult to distinguish them even with a telescope."
"A huge Devil," Sylvie frowned. "It's crouching at the top of a black spire. It has a head that's even bigger than its body. It's covered with countless eyes. I just glanced at it … and all of its eyes looked at me. Then hundreds of Devils came out from underground. The whole area seemed to be boiling. "
"There's actually such a monster?" Soroya sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Not only that, but the two flying mounts are also very strange," Anna thought. "After they were shot, the blood that flowed out wasn't black like ink, but dark blue. This is completely different from the hybrid demonic beasts we met during the Months of the Demons."
"On the contrary, it's similar to the Devil," Soroya added. "I saw that the first Devil that Nightingale shot and killed had blue blood."
"Aren't they demonic beasts?" Sylvie asked.
"I don't know … but it's great that Maggie can change into their appearance," Vendy sighed. "If she hadn't saved Nightingale, I'm afraid we would have been in danger."
"Her ability has evolved," Nightingale, who had been silent all this time, suddenly opened her mouth. "When I was in the fog, I saw that the magic in her body was no longer a rotating cyclone. Instead, it had become a fixed shape, a pair of white wings spread out."
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Lightning held His Royal Highness's arm, her heart filled with guilt.
The Devil only had a ferocious appearance, but it wasn't so strong that she couldn't deal with it in the air. If she could have left the basket at the beginning and blocked the enemy, His Royal Highness wouldn't have been so seriously injured.
It was an explorer's duty to stand up and protect his companions. When exploring the Fjords, no matter what danger there was, Thunder would take the lead and lead everyone to break through one difficulty after another. Whether it was fighting against the pirates or the monsters of the deep sea, he never retreated a single step.
For the first time, Lightning realized that she was still very far away from being an outstanding explorer.
However, her father had also mentioned that fear could be dispelled through cognition and familiarity, and skills could be mastered through repeated training.
She made up her mind that when His Royal Highness recovered, she would beg him to give her a special pistol, and ask sister Nightingale to teach her shooting and fighting skills.
"How is His Royal Highness?" Maggie muttered. Compared to the pigeon's voice, her voice was hoarse and muddy, like the wind blowing out of a stone cave. "I feel that his body is getting colder."
The little girl clenched her fists, turned around and flew to Maggie's back.
She saw that Roland's eyes were closed, his lips were pale, and with his messy gray hair, he looked even more lifeless. The blood on his clothes had already coagulated, and the burnt wounds looked terrible. She gently put her hand on his neck, the weak beating proved that the Prince was still alive, but the touch of her fingertips was frighteningly cold.
"How much magic do you have left?" Lightning estimated the distance, "We have to go at full speed."
"Okay!"
When the two arrived at Border Town, the little girl felt dizzy. Too high a speed would not only quickly exhaust her magic, but it would also put a great burden on her body. She clenched her teeth and used the last of her strength to fall directly into the castle's vestibule. She shouted at the guards who had heard the noise and rushed over with guns, "Quickly call Miss Nana, His Royal Highness is wounded!" Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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