When Maisie carried Nightingale into the battle, the situation reversed in an instant.
The devil let out an angry roar, and was forced to give up chasing the nimble lightning, and tumbled and swooped down towards Maisie. The arm that had not yet fully recovered raised the spear again, and quickly swelled, cracks opened on the skin, and blood mist sprayed out.
This time the shot was still strong, but the spear thrown was no longer as powerful as it was before. At least Nightingale was able to capture the trajectory of the spear's flight.
"Maggie!" She patted the giant beast under her, then spread out the fog and took a step forward.
"Ouch!" Maisie's body shrank sharply at the same time, turning into a pigeon again.
The huge target suddenly disappeared, and the spear flew between the two with a whistling sound, falling towards the sea.
In the next instant, Nightingale, who appeared from the mist, returned to the back of Maisie who had transformed into an evil beast, and the entire evasion process was smooth.
The devil let out a painful howl, and saw that its arms began to shrink inwards, and finally broke apart inch by inch, like a branch that had lost its moisture. But it still held the reins in its left hand, and steered the mount to ram straight into the two, looking like it wanted to die together.
Maisie obviously wouldn't do what it wanted. When it was about to collide, she suddenly sank and passed the enemy. When the balance was restored, the Nightingale on his back had disappeared.
The latter appeared behind the devil like a ghost.
The enemy was in a hurry to untie the ropes that fixed his body, and Nightingale naturally wouldn't give him this chance.
She pulled the trigger in venting anger, and the gunshots continued.
This round of shooting not only penetrated the carapace behind the devil, but also penetrated its chest cavity. The enemy made a series of hoarse gasps and quickly fell into the blood mist.
The evil beast that finally lost its owner was also killed by the lightning that came, fell into the sea, and soon disappeared.
The Yaowang slowly landed on the coast.
"What should I do next?" Nightingale looked at Anna anxiously. At this time, she was probably the only one who could keep calm.
"It's been delayed for so long. Even if you count the night flight, the hot air balloon will need to arrive at the town at midnight," Anna said word by word, "His Royal Highness Roland must be carried by Lightning and Maisie and set off first."
"No problem!" The alien beast's huge head opened its mouth wide and said.
"I... no problem, leave it to us." The little girl's expression looked a little low, probably because she felt that she was an explorer, but she was afraid of fighting the enemy, which caused everyone to get into trouble.
Nightingale touched her head, "No one is born good at this, it's not your fault."
The witches tied the unconscious Prince to Maisie's back, and the severed hand was carried by lightning, and the two quickly rose into the air and flew towards the town along the Chishui River.
"What about us?" Wendy asked, "I don't have much magic left."
"Keep flying, fly as far as you can. The enemy may send a second team to search. It's too close to the snow-capped mountains. We have to leave as soon as possible," Anna said. where to set up camp.”
Her decision was unanimously approved by the remaining witches.
The Yuanwang rose again, and there were only five people left in the gondola.
"How did the devil find us?" Soraya wondered. "The hot air balloon and the basket are all painted with sky camouflage, and it is difficult to identify them even with a lookout mirror at an altitude of more than 2,000 meters."
"A huge devil," Sylvie frowned, "it crouched on the top of a black spire, with a head bigger than its body, covered with countless eyes. I just glanced at it... its All eyes turned to me. Then hundreds of demons poured out of the ground, and the whole area seemed to boil."
"There is such a monster?" Soraya took a breath.
"Not only that, those two flying mounts are also very strange," Anna thought, "the blood flowing out of them after being shot is not as black as ink, but dark blue, which is completely different from the hybrid demonic beasts encountered by Demon Moon. Same."
"It's similar to the devil," Soraya added. "The first devil I saw Nightingale shot was blue blood."
"Aren't they evil beasts?" Sylvie asked.
"I don't know... But it's great that Maisie can become what they are," Wendy sighed. "If she hadn't rescued Nightingale, we'd all be in danger."
"Her abilities have evolved," Nightingale, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up, "I saw in the foggy state that the magic power in her body was no longer a swirling cyclone, but a fixed pair of white spreads. wing."
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Lightning hugged His Highness's arm, feeling guilty.
The devil just looks hideous, and is not too strong to deal with in the air. If she can leave the basket at the beginning and go to block the enemy, His Highness will not be seriously injured.
It is the duty of an explorer to stand up and protect his companions. When exploring in the fjords, any danger is the first and foremost, and he will lead everyone to break through one difficulty after another, whether it is against pirates or against deep-sea beasts, he is always there. Not one step back.
For the first time, Lightning realized that he was still far from being an outstanding explorer.
But my father also mentioned that fear can be disintegrated through cognition and familiarity, and skills can be mastered through repeated training.
She made up her mind that when His Highness was healed, she begged him to give her a special pistol as well, and asked Sister Nightingale to teach her shooting and fighting skills.
"How's your Highness?" Maisie muttered, her voice was hoarse and muddy compared to the pigeon's voice, like the wind blowing out of a stone cave, "I feel his body is getting colder."
The little girl clenched her fists, turned and flew to Maisie's back.
Roland's eyes were tightly closed, his lips were pale, and with his messy gray hair, he looked even more lifeless. The blood on the clothes has solidified, and the charred wounds look terrible. She gently put her hand on the other's neck, and the faint beating proved that the prince was still alive, but the touch of her fingertips was frighteningly cold.
"How much more magic do you have?" Lightning estimated the distance, "We have to go at full speed."
"Okay!"
When the two arrived at Border Town, the little girl already felt dizzy. Excessive speed would not only drain her magic power quickly, but also put a huge burden on her body. She gritted her teeth and used her last strength to fall directly into the forecourt of the castle, shouting to the guard who heard the movement and rushed over with a gun, "Call Miss Nana, His Royal Highness is injured!"( ., Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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