Nightingale found that she had guessed correctly.
Most of the hybrids were unable to determine her position directly, and there were even fewer that could climb the rock wall to intercept her. Although the flying species that swooped down from the air were quite powerful, they were like arrows that had lost their aim. As long as they maintained their movement, it was difficult to pose enough of a threat to her.
The only ones that could "see" her were the exotic beasts with their scythe-like front claws. They twisted their strong bodies, and the many auxiliary legs on their abdomens pierced into the rocks like nails, allowing them to move freely on the rock wall. Instructed by the monsters, they gathered at the top of the cave, blocking her from the Demon Eyes of Vigilance.
These enemies were undoubtedly the first obstacle she had to break through.
The vast dome had become Nightingale's battlefield. It had been a long time since she had experienced such a feeling of fighting alone.
She used to walk alone under the night sky, taking revenge on the evil nobles. It was not until Vendy found the whereabouts of the Witch Cooperation Association that she was able to escape that kind of life.
But the feeling now was completely different from when she was in Silver City.
Alone as she was, she did not feel the slightest weariness or resentment. She had not been forced or threatened, but had stepped into this dangerous contest of her own volition.
The belief to protect her companions made her heart burn like a flame.
Moreover, Nightingale did not feel lonely. She wore a protective suit specially made by Soroya, and her backpack was filled with explosives produced by Agatha. The gun at her waist was personally designed by Roland, and there was a gift engraved on it: "To Veronica."
All of these made her feel that she was with everyone.
As her thoughts churned, the distance between the two sides continued to shorten. The enemies gradually completed the encirclement, and pressed towards her with their scythes.
There were a total of sixteen.
Nightingale pulled out her pistol and pulled the safety. When the beast at the front was only a few steps away from her, she broke out of the fog and pulled the trigger at the same time.
The other party also pounced at the same time.
Its powerful tail and auxiliary legs gave it an extremely terrifying explosive speed. This attack was like a predator pouncing on its prey, and it was completed almost in the blink of an eye.
It was not so much that the bullet hit it, but rather that it collided with the bullet.
Even if it was hit, the remaining force could seriously injure Nightingale.
But the latter was prepared.
The moment the bullet left the chamber, she retreated into the fog and stepped on a rapidly retreating outline. It was the outline of the earth.
The timing was perfect.
In the eyes of an outsider, it looked as if she had suddenly jumped back a few meters, but in reality, it was the ground that had brought her flying backwards.
"Bang!"
The bullet directly penetrated the sickle beast's sharp head, flipping open its carapace and brain matter like a blooming flower bud. The magic radiance dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the invisible body twitched and revealed its true form. The beast that had lost its vitality fell into the underground lake like a stone, but in her eyes, it was rising quickly, as if it was being sucked into the turbulent lake.
Just like that, Nightingale used the unpredictable lines in the fog to chase and kill the enemy on the dome. Even though the strange beasts moved quickly, gravity still put quite a bit of a burden on them, especially when she deliberately lured the opponent back to the battlefield where she had already fought. The rock layer that was riddled with holes clearly couldn't provide enough friction, forcing them to slow down and insert their auxiliary legs deeper into the ground.
However, this tactic wasn't without flaws. Because she had to leave the fog when shooting and expose herself for a short period of time, more and more evil beasts surrounded her, and the threat of flying species pouncing on her greatly increased. Those deformed monsters with wings no longer blindly launched a 'dive', but instead hovered closer to the dome, waiting for an opportunity. Once she fired, they would all rush in the direction where they could dodge, forcing her to pass through again or use the outline to avoid the enemy's large-scale attacks.
The battle lasted less than a quarter of an hour, and several wounds had already appeared on Nightingale's body.
After all, she couldn't find an ideal place to dodge every time. The changes in the spatial outline didn't depend on the will of an ability user, and the foggy world was also full of danger for her. As a result, the high-intensity battle was a heavy burden on her physical and mental strength.
The most serious injury was on her ribs.
She couldn't dodge the attacks from the two flying species. Their sharp claws tore her coat from the side of her abdomen to her waist. Fortunately, Soroya's coated protective suit withstood the fatal attack, so she didn't get cut open on the spot. However, the force of the attack still passed through the coating, and she almost couldn't breathe because of the pain. It took her a while to recover her breath.
The fact that the manic demonic hybrids didn't bite each other and instead cooperated with each other to launch fierce and rapid attacks showed that they were obviously under the command of the Multi-eyed Demon. This made Nightingale even more determined to destroy it. Although she didn't know why it hid in the Great Snow Mountain instead of looking for trouble in Neverwinter, once the demonic beasts had a unified leader, it would definitely be a great threat to His Majesty in the future.
After all ten rounds of bullets were used up, there were only four sickle exotic beasts left. Apart from the one that was killed by a single shot, the other two fell into the chaotic battle. Judging from the swirling currents on the lake's surface, there was basically no chance of them climbing out after falling in.
Besieged by the demonic beasts, Nightingale didn't have time to change the cartridge, nor did she intend to do so. She put the pistol back to her waist, and when a wave of demonic hybrids swarmed toward her, she jumped behind an invisible beast and reached out to pull it into the Mist World.
When the scene in her field of vision suddenly became black and white, the enemy was obviously a little stunned.
Magic power spread from Nightingale's fingertips, dragging a series of enemies that bumped into her into the Mist. As the number of demonic beasts increased, her magic power consumption instantly exceeded the critical value and began to decrease rapidly. At this moment, among the countless lines that formed the dome, one of them curled up and flew toward her.
She had been waiting for this moment. The more creatures she pulled into the Mist, the faster her magic power consumption would be, and the more unstable the Mist World would become. Those twisted lines could not only help her jump a few meters, but they could also be terrible weapons.
As the white line swept across, the enemy's figure suddenly froze in place.
It seemed that they had disappeared into thin air for a very short period of time, and a piece of "white land" instantly appeared above the dome. But when they reappeared, the scene had become very strange. The lower bodies of the demonic beasts were still where they had disappeared, but the upper bodies had moved several meters away, as if a sharp long knife had neatly cut them in half and carried the severed bodies into the air.
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