After dinner, Roland immediately rushed to the back garden. Although he wanted to spend some time with Anna, the demons' Red Mist was limited, so he had to start the experiment as soon as possible.
Almost all the members of the Witch Union were present. Even those who did not participate in the test did not want to miss the opportunity to observe the enemy up close.
The Mad Demon, whose limbs had been cut off, was under Breeze's control and was lying quietly in the center of the makeshift house. It was the first time that Roland had seen an alien creature that was completely different from human beings. It was huge, taller than Iron Axe by a head. Its frozen arms were as thick as an adult's thighs, and its muscles were well-defined and covered with blue veins. At first glance, Roland could tell that it was extremely strong.
Its rough skin was blue-black, which was normal considering that the demon's blood was blue. Roland reached out his hand and touched its body. He could clearly feel the heat, which proved that its basic metabolism was relatively fast. In a sense, the faster the metabolism of a species, the less adaptable it was to the environment.
As the Mad Demon's breathing apparatus was closely connected to its helmet, Roland could not see its face for the time being. But overall, it was obvious that it was an advanced chordate. Compared to the more exaggerated Fearsome Demon and the Lord of Hell, the Mad Demon looked more like a human.
Of course, according to Agatha, this type of Junior Demon was extremely low in intelligence and could not be compared to human beings. In terms of cunning and resourcefulness, Senior Demons were more like humans.
"Among the five demons, the Magic Slayer was melted by the Sigil of God's Will, and one Mad Demon was chopped up by Anna. We've used up two of the remaining three cans of Red Mist." Agatha rubbed her forehead. She looked a little tired and her voice was much gentler than usual. "The mist can only last until tomorrow evening, so if we want to make a sigil, we can't do it beyond tomorrow afternoon. I need half a day to melt the base of the sigil, and I may fail several times during this period."
"The Red Mist is fatal to witches. How did you replace the gas tank?"
"I asked a mortal to connect the pipe." She pointed to the bone container and said, "I also brought back these used up storage tanks. They may be useful in the future."
Roland nodded, then looked at Breeze. "Can you control it to use magic?"
"If it can do that," the latter replied seriously, "I don't need to specifically control the target's every move. Instead, it's similar to giving orders and forcing the target to follow my orders. This kind of instruction is beyond the limits of language and thinking. Even demonic beasts will obey it. Of course, it can't be too complicated. "
"Very well," he instructed Nana. "First, connect the limbs, I want to see the power and interval of the Mad Demon's spear throwing."
"Wait, in the castle?" Lily frowned.
Mystery Moon, Hummingbird, and the others immediately hid behind Vendy. However, Paper and Summer, who had never experienced the destruction of the Witch Cooperation Association, did not react so strongly. Their faces showed more curiosity than fear.
"There won't be any problems, right?" Softfeathers mumbled.
"Don't worry, we'll be watching," Iffy said calmly.
During dinner, Roland had a general understanding of the operation at the melting point. The unexpected Senior Demon had thrown the team into confusion and put them in danger for a while. However, the witches had fought together and finally defeated the strong enemy. Iffy had played a very important role in this. Especially after the Sigil of God's Will failed, Iffy's determination to buy time for everyone to escape had greatly changed the other witches' opinions. Iffy's attitude towards non-combat witches had also become gentle. During this period, even Iffy herself had not noticed the subtle changes.
Perhaps it would take a long time for her to truly integrate into the team, but in Roland's view, at least there was an opportunity for both sides to integrate.
Nana squatted down unwillingly and began to treat the demon.
If it had been conventional medicine, it would have been impossible to complete this operation. In the absence of antifreeze, freezing the limbs could at most prevent them from rotting, but it could not prevent water from freezing and destroying the tissue structure. However, under the unreasonable magic repair, the condition of the broken limbs had obviously improved, and even the mottled burn marks had faded little by little.
When the hands and feet were connected, the originally dark skin gradually turned green, which meant that the blood had begun to flow.
After a quarter of an hour, it silently got up from the ground and slowly walked out of the shed.
The witches also filed out. Unlike the swarm of bees when they came, there was a long line behind Vendy and Scroll. Roland could not help but laugh when he saw the faces of Mystery Moon and the other witches full of fear.
Leaf had already prepared a "shooting range". Two rows of olive trees led straight to the garden wall, and at the end of the vine hung a steel plate and a breastplate. The target was about 200 meters away from the wooden shed, which was also the conventional combat distance of a revolving rifle.
"Let's start," Roland saw the demon grab the bone spear and gestured.
"Yes."
As soon as Breeze's voice fell, the Mad Demon's arm swelled up, and the Magic Stone inlaid on its arm emitted a faint yellow light. It then bent its body and took a step forward, throwing the bone spear at the target with all its might.
A white shadow flashed by, and a crisp buzzing sound came from the distant armor!
The Mad Demon's arm quickly withered, as if it had exhausted all its strength.
Perhaps because of the great loss of vitality, the recovery time this time was much longer than usual. After about an hour, its arm gradually returned to normal.
Of course, the throwing power was not weak at all.
The bone spear completely penetrated the breastplate and was firmly stuck in the wall. When it was pulled out, it could be seen that the spearhead had been broken during the impact. If it had been replaced with a short iron spear, it would have been more powerful. However, judging from the Mad Demon's clothes, the enemy seemed to be worse at using iron than humans. Even the Senior Demon's armor did not seem to be made of pure metal.
After thinking about it, it was probably because metal smelting required high-temperature flames, and the Red Mist happened to be unable to withstand high temperatures. If Agatha's information was accurate, the demons must have very harsh conditions for using fire. If human civilization originated from fire, then the demons were probably born to hate fire.
The next test was a quick throwing.
The Mad Demon was forced to throw two bone spears at the fastest time possible, and at the same time, it let out a painful roar. It seemed that even though its body was under control, it could not avoid the severe pain caused by overusing the Magic Stone. When the throwing was over, its whole arm went limp like a piece of dry bark, and it never recovered.
This time, the two bone spears collided with the three-millimeter steel plate and shattered.
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