"Is that all?"
Hearing this, Agatha was slightly relieved.
The strength of the demons lay in their large numbers. One or two Senior Witches would be able to deal with a small number of Mad Demons.
"Do you have a way to imprison them now?"
"The new witches are perfect for this." Roland explained their abilities. "After Iffy captures the demons, the cage can be easily taken away with the balloon. Of course, I'll prepare some handcuffs and shackles, so it won't be a problem to restrain them. What I want to ask is, how long can the Red Mist last? Can their blood still be used to make Sigil after they die? "
"So that's how it is..." Agatha now completely understood his purpose. "Generally speaking, a can of Red Mist can last for about a day. The demons will choose the number of Red Mist canisters to carry according to different tasks. For example, for surveillance and patrol missions, their mounts will carry three to four canisters — but that's the limit."
"Why?" Roland asked curiously.
"After leaving the strange Blackrock Tower, the mist will gradually lose its effect," she explained. "Otherwise, the Quest Society would have been able to breed demons and Beasts of Chaos and synthesize a large number of Sigil. It's not that the Three Chiefs of the Union haven't tried this before. For example, they took the initiative to occupy some of the demons' outposts in order to seize the small Blackrock Tower. But the demons always destroyed it before they were defeated, leaving only a withered stone tower for the Blessed Warriors. "
"Withered?" Roland was surprised. "Can a stone wither?"
"No one knows what it is, but judging from the stones brought back, it's not an exaggeration to say that it's withered. The originally smooth surface has become rough and dull, and a lot of stone chips will fall off when you touch it. It's completely different from what the warriors saw at first. "
"I see..." Roland pondered for a moment. "If you can really bring the demons back, can you make a Sigil of Magic Stone?"
"Give me enough experimental materials, a laboratory, and 20 common people as assistants." Agatha counted with her fingers. "The success rate of a simple Sigil is about 80%, and an advanced one... well, you don't have the relevant Magic Stones anyway."
"That's not a problem." He hesitated and asked in a low voice, "But what if the trap operation attracts a group of demons?"
Agatha couldn't help but laugh. "Seeing how confident you were before, I thought you had never worried about this problem."
"Ahem, I just want to make sure that nothing goes wrong."
She said lightly, "Just bring me and Miss Anna."
"You and … Anna?"
"You may not have a correct understanding of the witches in your territory, Your Majesty." Agatha sighed. "You must know that the Union, whose power covers the entire Fertile Plains, only has more than 100 Senior Witches. Among them, there are less than 40 who have combat abilities. They constitute the top management of the Union and the backbone of the Blessed Army. In your Witch Union, there are several Senior Witches. Coupled with those strange weapons, your strength is comparable to that of a Blessed Army. It won't be difficult for you to defeat a group of demons. Even if you encounter the Lord of Hell, Miss Anna can activate the Sigil of God's Will twice. "
"Ah … I almost forgot about that thing." Roland suddenly realized. "Thank you for your suggestion."
"You're welcome. Defeating demons is my lifelong wish. Don't let me down, Your Majesty."
When Agatha was about to leave, Roland stopped her again.
"By the way, I still have something I don't understand."
"What is it?"
"Why did you have such a big reaction to the attack on Devil's Town?" Roland raised his eyebrows. "You didn't say that before … I remember that at the beginning, you not only wanted to take the initiative to attack them, but also wanted to seize the possible Chaos Beasts in the camp at all costs, didn't you?"
Agatha suddenly felt her cheeks heat up. She didn't need to look to know that it must be a red blush.
She couldn't say that at that time, she felt that Roland couldn't stop the demons at all and was bragging about his strength. That was why she said those words out of spite. Now that she felt that the situation in the territory was good and that as time passed, the strength of the human beings would become stronger and stronger, her attitude naturally became different. "Did I? I don't remember saying that. "
"But at that time, you really …"
"Ahem, Your Majesty, I feel very sleepy." She forced a yawn. "Please allow me to leave first." Then she left the office without looking back.
As she walked through the corridor leading to the Witch Building, the cool night breeze blew on Agatha's face and gradually calmed her down.
Looking at the sky full of stars, Vendy's words suddenly came to her mind.
"One day, he will become the King of Graycastle and lead us to defeat any enemy. That's what I believe." "
At that time, seeing the look of conviction on her face, Agatha felt both envious and a little sad. She envied that they were not overwhelmed by the cruel reality, and she was sad that trust could not make up for the difference in strength.
But now, she also believed it a little.
Iffy did not remember how she returned to her bedroom.
Her mind was filled with the scene of guns and cannons. Hundreds of people lined up neatly and pulled the trigger at the target in front of them. She could not see anything except the thick white smoke. Even if she could perceive it with her magic power, she would not be able to trap the bullets in time.
His Majesty did not lie. The power of the metal bullets was far more powerful than the special bullets Maggie had used in the duel with her. The wooden target that was a hundred steps away was riddled with holes, and the witches could only be beaten passively at this distance.
As for the other weapon called the artillery, it was even more terrifying. Its attack range was several times that of the guns, and they even needed to use a telescope to observe the results of the shooting. However, the leading guard said that it was just the oldest field artillery, and that a weapon called the 152mm Longsong Cannon was the real trump card of the Artillery Battalion.
All kinds of explosions kept ringing in her mind, and finally, all of them converged into one thought.
"Heidi Morgan lied to us."
Iffy murmured.
"Or maybe she didn't expect that there was such a power in the world." Softfeathers had a complicated look on her face. Apparently, she was also shocked by the military training in the afternoon. "What should we do next?"
Iffy did not answer. No matter what purpose Heidi had, it was meaningless now because she knew that the Bloodfang Association could not afford what His Majesty wanted. The many assistant witches under Tilly Wimbledon were obviously much more useful than the combat witches of the Bloodfang Association.
Recalling the experience of the past few years, Iffy found that the ability and growth that she was so proud of had become a joke. There was nothing worth remembering except Annie.
After a long time, she raised her head and said, "I don't want to go back to the Bloodfang Association."
"..." Softfeathers nodded imperceptibly. "Me too." Then she was stunned. "Are you crying?"
Iffy felt a trace of saltiness at the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand to wipe her cheeks, and a wet feeling came from her fingertips.
"I don't know."
She had not tasted tears for a long time.
Beasts never cried.
Even if they did, they would not cry for her.
If only she and Annie had met the Witch Union from the very beginning.
Iffy closed her eyes and let the salty rain fall on her heart.
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