When Lightning detected a large group of people coming from the north gate of Fallen Dragon Ridge, they had already been on the ridge for a week.
The size of the emissary delegation of the church was similar to what Nightingale had expected at the beginning. The armored Judgement Warriors walked at the front of the team. There were 25 people in total. Behind them was a long supply team. Judging from their dressing, they were probably composed of believers and mercenaries. There were about 100 people in total. Except for the Judgement Warriors who rode on horses, the others walked on foot.
There were two carriages in the emissary delegation, and the Saint was undoubtedly in one of them.
The five people quietly followed the team toward Redwater City.
According to the plan, when the enemy team was out of the range of the sentry tower of Fallen Dragon Ridge and could not get support quickly, they would take action.
In the Mist, Nightingale quietly looked at the four-wheeled carriage in the middle of the team. Through the twisted silhouette of the carriage, she could see the silver magic light looming.
If she was alone, she might be able to find a chance to kill the Saint of the church, but she could not guarantee that everyone would be buried here. Now, with the help of the witches of Sleeping Island, the possibility of sealing the news in the Southern Region was much higher.
Once these people disappeared, it would be at least the next spring before Hermes realized it. Even if they wanted to find out the mystery of the disappearance of the emissary delegation, it would be very difficult.
Nightingale didn't like killing, but this time she took the initiative to do so.
In order to reduce the burden of His Highness and to make the Holy Mountain of witches last forever.
She did not regret turning into a sharp blade.
...
As the emissary delegation entered a woodland, Nightingale saw a black shadow in the sky approaching from afar.
Maggie folded her wings and roared as she swooped down. The horses immediately neighed in fear and ran away uncontrollably. The people who witnessed this scene were all dumbfounded and did not know what to do for a moment.
The horrible giant beast did not rush into the crowd to bite and trample them as they had imagined. Instead, it spread its wings when it was about to land and swept over the team. The wind pressure made it difficult for the people to open their eyes. One person jumped off the back of the giant beast and landed on the ground.
"Enemy attack!" A Judgement Warrior shouted in the emissary delegation.
Only then did the believers come to their senses. They pulled out their weapons and slashed at the strange enemy trapped in the middle of the group.
In Nightingale's black and white vision, a group of lightless black holes tightly wrapped around the other party. If it were an ordinary witch, she would not be able to fight back at all.
However, their opponent was an Extraordinaire, Ashes.
A streak of sword light flashed past, and the believers near her were all cut in half at the waist. Like harvested wheat, they immediately fell to the ground.
She did not use the iconic heavy sword, but an ordinary one-handed iron sword, so that Maggie could carry another witch at the same time as her.
The iron sword quickly broke in the slash, but there were still many weapons scattered around for her to pick up. Whether it was a halberd, a club, an iron hammer, or a machete, they were all deadly weapons in her hands.
Blood splattered and limbs flew everywhere. Ashes had cut the team in half with her own strength.
The mercenaries in the rear were also unable to go forward to help, and they found themselves in another predicament.
Andrea's figure was like a sprite leaping in the forest. She used tree trunks and branches as cover, constantly changing her position, and at the same time, using every gap to shoot arrows. Every time she shot, someone would be hit between the eyebrows and fall to the ground.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the whole team became a mess. Screams, shouts, and the sound of fighting intertwined, echoing in the silent forest.
Nightingale did not stop to join the battle. She quickly moved through the fog, closely following her target. There was only one enemy she had to deal with: the church's Saint, the witch hunter.
After the two carriages ran wildly for a while, the frightened horses finally calmed down, but they did not turn back. Instead, they left the main road and rushed into the forest in two different directions.
It seemed that the Saint realized that there was an extremely difficult Extraordinaire among her enemies. For most witches, an Extraordinaire wearing a God's Stone of Retaliation was almost invincible.
But this still could not escape from Nightingale's tracking.
She had already determined the location of the Saint. As for the person in the other carriage, it should be a priest or a high-ranking person such as a priest.
The latter would be taken care of by Lightning and Maggie.
Passing through the potholes in the forest, the carriage was bumpy and felt like it was about to fall apart, but the coachman still kept waving his whip, as if someone was urging him to go faster.
Nightingale closed the distance between her and the carriage, aimed at the four Judgement Warriors around her, and pulled the trigger. In order to ensure a hit rate, she would always move behind the enemy and fire only when they were in a straight line, and the distance between them was no more than ten meters. Hearing the gunshot, the Judgement Warriors immediately scattered, but they were only a few steps away from Nightingale. Full armor was meaningless in front of a large-caliber bullet. The bullet that penetrated through the armor would only cause more damage to the body.
After getting rid of the four Judgement Warriors, she aimed at the horses.
As the two galloping horses crashed to the ground, the carriage that had lost its traction flew out diagonally due to the inertia. It crashed into a tree trunk, and the fragile wooden carriage immediately broke into pieces.
Among the flying debris, a figure wrapped in silver light rolled out. Nightingale did not hesitate to aim and shoot. The light made of magic power seemed to be self-aware and blocked the bullets one by one.
She quickly moved away and reloaded a new cartridge.
"Traitor!" cried the Saint, with a roar of rage, and rushed towards her hiding-place.
But this time, the two of them were in a completely different situation.
No longer confined by the narrow room, Nightingale took a step back, and the Saint had to take more than ten steps to catch up with her. The effective range of a revolver was about 50 meters, far beyond the range of a witch's ability. The Saint's "silver whip" could not touch her at all, but the bullets she shot could threaten the Saint's life at any time.
Even though the hit rate was reduced to only one or two out of five shots hitting the target at this distance, she still had plenty of time to reload the bullets and fire continuously.
The silver light gradually dimmed. After the fifth round of shooting, a bullet hit her left shoulder, and the second bullet penetrated her abdomen. The Saint could no longer support herself. She staggered two steps and fell to the ground.
Nightingale did not rush to approach the Saint. Instead, she returned to the place where the carriage had fallen apart, picked up a God's Stone of Retaliation, and walked toward the Saint. Her retreat route was completely around the carriage so that it would be easier for her to search the scene afterward.
When she walked up to the bloodstained witch, she suddenly stretched out her right hand, only to find that the silver light did not penetrate the enemy's body as expected.
"You damned devil, the gods will judge you!" She spat out a mouthful of blood and said through gritted teeth.
Nightingale expressionlessly pointed the muzzle at the Saint's chest and said, "Really? I'll wait for that day. "
Then she pressed the trigger.
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