Nightingale's vision suddenly widened.
The other demonic beasts hesitated after witnessing this shocking scene. They no longer blocked her way like before. Instead, they growled and stood still as if they were afraid of her.
These hybrids felt fear.
The monster hanging on the top of the cave waved its tentacles and roared furiously. However, its urging had little effect. The only sickle monster that obeyed its command was no longer able to do what it wanted. With only three of them left, they could no longer pose a threat to Nightingale. The tight defense line had now become fragmented.
No enemy could stop her anymore.
Nightingale summoned the remaining magic power in her body and rushed toward the center of the dome.
As the distance between them shortened, she finally understood what Fran meant by "abnormal".
Rather than calling it a creature, it was better to say that it was a pile of exposed organs. It had no skin, no muscle tissue, and its intestines, tentacles, and unnamed organs were stacked layer by layer. It looked ferocious and terrifying.
Obviously, it was impossible to throw the explosives into the monster's mouth. Nightingale looked at a wriggling "meat sac". Although she did not know whether it was a fatal organ of the monster, its position was at least much deeper than the intestines. Moreover, it was flowing with magic power. When the explosives exploded, it would definitely cause more damage.
Although it was a little risky, she did not have the chance to try again.
This duel had to be a fatal blow.
The closer she got to the target, the more Nightingale could feel the size of the monster. The complicated intestines alone were as thick as a house, and the other organs were piled up like a castle.
However, this castle was alive.
Seeing that the sickle monsters could not stop her, the monster moved on its own.
Countless slender tentacles shot out of its body, trying to stop Nightingale from approaching. Some of the tentacles were like steel whips, and when they fell, they could break rocks into pieces. This kind of attack was not too difficult to deal with. As long as one paid attention to the shape of the tentacles and dodged the "breaks" that would appear at any time, they could easily penetrate the defense line.
The other kind was much more difficult to deal with. A small number of tentacles contained magic power and could exert different abilities. The magic power of different colors was particularly eye-catching in the black and white world. Nightingale did not want to experience the feeling of being hit, so she could only dodge as much as possible by flashing, which was equivalent to increasing the consumption of her magic power.
Fortunately, they were not separated by heaven and earth.
After a few leaps, she stepped on the strong body of the monster. The monster roared angrily, but because it was afraid of hurting itself, it did not dare to attack wantonly with its tentacles. Nightingale suddenly felt the pressure on her body lightened a lot. She did not hesitate to open her backpack, took out a box of explosives, and rushed straight to the meat sac.
The next action was almost in one breath. She pulled out the fuse, stuffed the smoking explosives and the backpack together into the meat sac, and then rotated the Misty World, turning the earth into the sky again. Then she suddenly kicked her feet, and her whole body was like an arrow leaving the bow, falling into the turbulent underground lake.
The monster also noticed this, but it did not seem to understand why the enemy did not do anything after approaching it by all means, and just left. As for the bag, in its eyes, it was not a threat at all. For a moment, it even forgot to chase the witch who was quickly escaping, and all its tentacles froze in place.
The most dangerous place in the Misty World was the midair, where there was no leverage. Once you hit the contours of the winding airflow, you would be torn apart. Therefore, Nightingale stopped her ability and made a goodbye gesture to the monster above her head.
For some reason, at this moment, she suddenly thought of Roland.
When testing the power of gunpowder, he often turned his back to the testing site, and he even said that a real warrior never looked back to see an explosion. Although this always caused her and Agatha to roll their eyes, he enjoyed it, as if he had completed a ceremony that only he knew.
Thinking of this scene, Nightingale could not help but raise the corner of her mouth.
But at this moment, she did not want to imitate his appearance.
It had nothing to do with whether he was a real warrior or not.
She just wanted to see the scene of the monster being blown to pieces.
Just when the collision of the lake water and the underground river was clearly heard, the dark top of the cave suddenly lit up with a red light!
In the dark underground, this light was not inferior to the dawn. The darkness quickly faded, leaving a long shadow behind everything, and for the first time, the surface of the lake was covered with bright waves.
Then there was a shocking roar.
In an instant, the whole cave shook!
Nightingale clearly saw that under the dazzling fireworks, the monster's body contracted violently, as if it was suffering great pain. The "crimson moon" that covered the dome suddenly lost half of its body, and some of its organs burst out like a volcanic eruption. The parts closer to the explosion directly ignited, and thick smoke billowed.
"Splash!"
Then she fell into the water.
The world instantly became quiet, and only the rumbling of her heart could be heard.
The high-speed rotating water formed a bottomless black hole under her body, and the huge suction force was like a giant hand, trying to drag her into the abyss. In the face of such power, any struggle was useless.
Fortunately, Nightingale was prepared.
She released the last bit of magic, summoned the fog again, and then with the help of the hovering white lines, jumped out of the water as if climbing a staircase.
At this point, the magic power in her body had been completely consumed, and the side effects of overusing her ability began to appear. Severe throbbing pain and dizziness rushed to her brain, and her limbs could not stop trembling, making her almost unable to control her body.
Struggling to climb to the shore, Nightingale did not even have the strength to move. Before her consciousness dissipated, she saw a worm break out of the wall, and then a golden figure rushed toward her.
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"Nightingale … Is she okay?" Fran asked worriedly.
"Not a big deal. She just used up her magic power." Agatha roughly examined her and handed her to the God's Punishment Witches. "You guys carry her, and we'll leave this place as soon as possible."
After Nightingale insisted on leaving, they decided that as soon as the explosion sounded, they would rush out to meet her no matter what, in case she was trapped alone. For this reason, all the food was stuffed into Fran's stomach. Although they could not guarantee that she would be able to dig a way out, at least she could crawl with them to the designated campsite.
However, the explosion was surprisingly effective. After the explosion, not only did the worm carrier stop moving, but the other demonic beasts also followed it and fled.
"Leave it to me." Elena took over the unconscious Nightingale. After this battle, the Taquila survivors obviously had more respect for this blonde witch.
"Don't you want to give it a few more blows?" Lightning looked at the struggling monster at the top of the cave and said reluctantly, "It looks like it's not completely dead yet."
"A cornered beast is the most dangerous fight, and you can only bring a box of explosives up there at most. Don't take this risk," Agatha replied in a low voice. "When the First Army gathers, it will die sooner or later."
"Well … Okay." The little girl hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.
Just when everyone was ready to retreat, the monster suddenly let out a cry. With this series of dull and muddy cries, the lake surface suddenly changed.
Under the flickering light, a huge skeleton rushed out of the water and opened up rows of bone claws toward the top of the cave. Even in the turbulent water, it still remained stable.
The monster loosened the tentacles that held its body in place and fell straight down from the dome, right into the skeleton. The skeleton suddenly sank, stirring up layers of waves, a large amount of lake water was pushed to the shore, and even the turbulent underground river for a while appeared to reverse. Then the bone claws closed and wrapped the monster like ribs, and then slowly sank into the lake. The moment the burning flames on its body came into contact with the water surface, billowing white smoke rose, emitting a pungent burning smell.
The moment it disappeared, everyone saw the densely packed eyes on its body. Even though half of them had disappeared, the remaining eyes did not conceal the intense hatred that was revealed.
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