Nightingale followed the route she had figured out earlier, passed through the roof of the third floor, and landed directly in the dungeon where the Marquess was imprisoned.
Spear Passi heard the noise and looked up. Her eyes widened. "You... Where did you come from?"
She made a shushing gesture and limped out of the iron gate. There were two guards standing in the hallway. Judging from their attire, they should be believers of the church. She used the Mist to step behind the two men, pulled out her dagger and quickly slit their throats. The two men did not expect that someone could attack them from inside the prison. They did not even turn around to look at her until they died.
Back in the dungeon, Nightingale finally had a chance to check her injuries.
She saw that Soroya's specially made windproof pants had been cut open, and her calf was bleeding profusely. The wound was almost as deep as a fingernail. The enemy's magic whip had probably pierced through the pants from the side and taken away a piece of flesh. Fortunately, it didn't hurt her bones. If it weren't for the toughness of the coated pants, she would have been more seriously injured.
"You're hurt." Spear frowned.
"It's not a big problem. We have to get out of here. If we don't, you'll become a corpse." Nightingale didn't tell the Marquess that the Saint planned to take her to Hermes. In her opinion, it was no different from death, or even worse. "They didn't know you were a witch before they caught you. This is all a conspiracy led by the church. All they want is the position of the Lord of Fallen Dragon Ridge."
"What about my brother..."
"He's probably a puppet of the church. We don't have much time. I'll explain it to you on the way." Nightingale tied the wound with the gauze she brought with her. "Where's the God's Locket of Retribution?"
The Marquess pointed to her neck. "At first, it was just a chain tied to my feet. Later, they changed it to this."
"Damn it!" Nightingale's heart sank. She saw a metal ring as thick as a thumb tied around the Marquess's neck. The God's Locket of Retribution was made by stuffing several God's Stones into the iron ring and then closing it with a special tool. It was extremely difficult to unlock it with one's own strength.
"Do you remember which room the locking tool was kept in?"
"The cell at the entrance. They locked the place where they took me."
Apparently, after discovering her true identity, the Saint had switched to the safest shackles, which could trap almost all witches except the Extraordinary.
If he wanted to take Spear away, he had to remove this thing first, or else he wouldn't be able to pull her into the mist state.
"Let's go to the first cell," Nightingale decided. "You come with me."
Enduring the stinging pain in her leg, she once again returned to the fallen guard, took the key, and opened the cell door.
At this moment, a crisp bell rang from the top of the tower. The urgent sound echoed in the silent building, as if it was pounding on her heart.
"It's the Church's alarm," Spear said, her expression changing.
"They'll come sooner or later," Nightingale said in a low voice. "Only by moving faster than the enemy can we have a chance to survive."
In a sense, the alarm at this time helped her. The believers stationed in the basement heard the bell and all gathered at the only exit of the prison. This undoubtedly gave Nightingale a chance to catch them all in one fell swoop.
She descended from the fog, aimed at these people, and pulled the trigger. Several bullets hit the first target and pierced through his body, then directly into the body of the second person, splattering a large amount of blood. The God's Stones of Retaliation they wore were the most eye-catching targets in the black-and-white world. Facing the elusive Nightingale, these people held swords and shields, but they didn't know where to attack. After two rounds of shooting, there was no living guard left in the prison.
But she knew that these were just the lowest-level believers of the Church. Soon, the fully armed Judgement Army would arrive, and if they couldn't remove the God's Stones of Retaliation by then, it would be difficult for them to escape.
"Come here!" She quickly found the locking tool. It was an iron tool set up against the wall, with two rusty calipers sticking out. At first glance, it looked like a horrible instrument of torture.
Spear put her neck on the caliper, and Nightingale pulled the iron bolt and shook the handle. With the help of the belt, the caliper separated and opened a gap in the God's Lock of Retaliation.
At the same time, the sound of the shaking armor of the Judgement Army appeared at the entrance of the dungeon.
"There they are!" someone shouted.
"Aim and shoot!"
"Go!" Nightingale pulled Spear into the mist, but a mass of black holes shot at her and instantly tore the mist into pieces.
There were God's Stones of Retaliation on the bolts! Nightingale felt cold sweat on her forehead. After getting rid of the cover, they were completely exposed to the Judgement Warriors. She had to admit that the training these Judgement Warriors received was very different from that of ordinary believers. In the first round of shooting, they only shot the bolts roughly in the direction of the passage so that the anti-magic effect of the God's Stone could block the way. Only half of them participated in the first round of shooting.
The other half were waiting for the moment when the witches showed up.
With a clear target in mind, the second round of shooting came in no time.
Hearing the buzzing of the loosened bolts behind her, Nightingale pulled the Marquess in front of her and shouted, "Lower your head!"
A piercing pain came from her back. She didn't know how many bolts had hit her. The pain spread like fire, but she didn't stop for even a moment.
Rounding the corner of the cell, Nightingale felt a salty taste in her mouth. The pain probably made her bite her lip. "Are you okay?"
"I … I'm fine," the Marquess said in a daze. "You, you blocked the bolts for me?"
"You'd be dead if they hit you, but it won't hurt me if they hit me." Nightingale touched her back and found that none of the bolts had pierced through Soroya's windbreaker. Although her back felt like it was on fire, as long as the bolts didn't penetrate her body, they would only bruise at most. More importantly, the powder of the God's Stone would not seep into her body.
The Judgement Warriors hurriedly chased after them. They probably did not expect the two of them to be able to block the second wave of crossbow bolts without a shield. When they stopped to shoot, the distance between the two of them had already increased.
Freed from the restraint of the God's Stone of Retaliation, Nightingale grabbed Spear, unfolded the Mist, and rushed up along the ever-changing lines. They passed through the floor and the soil to the outside of the tower. Then, she took out a bamboo tube from her waist bag and pulled the fuse.
A dazzling red light burst out of the bamboo tube and rushed into the sky. Then it exploded into a circle of dense light spots, as if there were countless stars in the sky.
She remembered that when His Highness gave this to her, he had said that a cloud-piercing arrow would bring thousands of troops. Now she didn't need thousands of troops. She just hoped that Maggie could see this signal.
Soon, a huge shadow fell from the sky. Maggie landed next to the tower with great force. Her burly body directly crushed the wall, and the air flow from her wings blew away the surrounding fog.
"What … what is this?" Spear Passi couldn't help but widen her eyes.
"My companion." Nightingale asked Lightning to help fix the Marquess to Maggie. She used the last of her strength to climb onto Maggie's back and patted Maggie's rough body. "Take off."
"Ow ow!" Maggie roared at the Judgement Warriors who were chasing after them. Then she flapped her wings and soared into the sky. Carrying the two of them, they soon disappeared into the night sky.
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