According to the route she had found out earlier, Nightingale passed through the top three floors and fell directly into the dungeon where the Marquis was imprisoned.
Spell Passy raised his head when he heard the sound, his eyes widened involuntarily, "Where did you... come in from?"
She made a gesture of silence and limped out of the iron gate. There were two guards standing in the aisle, who were supposed to be church believers. She used the fog to step behind the two of them, pulled out a dagger and quickly cut their throats. The two of them would never have expected someone to attack from the prison, and they didn't even look back until they died.
Back in the prison, Nightingale had a chance to check her injuries.
I saw that Soraya's specially made windproof trousers had been cut with a slit, and the calf was bleeding profusely. The wound was almost as deep as a fingernail. It was probably the enemy's magic whip that penetrated the trousers from the side and took away a piece of flesh. Fortunately, No bones were hurt. If it weren't for the toughness of the coated trousers, this blow would probably hurt him even more.
"You're hurt," Speer frowned.
"It's not a big problem, we have to leave here. If you don't leave, you will become a corpse," Nightingale didn't tell the Marquis that the envoy planned to take her to Hermes. In her opinion, it was nothing to do with death. The difference, perhaps even worse, "They didn't even know you were a witch before they caught you. All of this is a conspiracy led by the church, and all they want is the position of the lord of the Falling Dragon Ridge."
"Then my brother..."
"Nine times out of ten, you have become a puppet of the church. Time is running out. I'll explain it to you on the way." Nightingale used the gauze she carried with her to tightly bind the wound above her. "Where is the lock of God's punishment?"
The Marquis pointed to her neck, "At first it was just a chain tied to the foot, and then they replaced it with this."
Hell, Nightingale's heart sank immediately, only to see a metal ring as thick as a thumb tied around the opponent's neck. This kind of lock of divine punishment is to put several divine stones into the iron ring, and then use a special tool to close them together. Personal power is extremely difficult to unravel.
"Do you remember which room the lock tool was kept in?"
"In the cell at the entrance, they took me to the lock on that place."
Obviously, after the envoy discovered her true identity, she replaced it with the safest locks, which can trap almost all witches except the supernatural.
If you want to leave with Speer, you have to take off this thing first, otherwise you won't be able to pull her into the fog at all.
"Let's go to the first cell," Nightingale made a decision, "Come with me."
Enduring the stinging pain from her leg, she returned to the fallen guard again, took the key, and opened the cell door.
At this moment, a crisp bell rang from the top of the tower, and the rapid bell echoed in the silent building, as if beating in her heart.
"It's an alarm for the church," Speer said.
"They will come sooner or later," Nightingale said in a deep voice. "Only if you move faster than the enemy will you have a chance to survive."
The alarm that sounded at this time actually helped her in a sense. When the believers stationed in the basement heard the bell ringing, they all gathered at the only exit of the prison, which undoubtedly gave Nightingale a chance to catch it all.
She descended from the fog and pulled the trigger at these people. Several bullets penetrated the body after hitting the first target, and then went straight into the body of the second person, spattering a large cloud of blood. The Stone of God's Retaliation they wore was the most eye-catching target in the black and white world. Facing the elusive Nightingale, these people held long swords and shields, but didn't know where to cut them. After the two rounds of shooting, there was not a single living guard in the cell.
But she knew that this was only the most low-level believer in the church, and the fully armed judgement army would soon arrive here.
"Come here!" She quickly found the locker. It was an iron tool standing by the wall. Two rusted calipers stretched forward, which at first glance looked like a terrifying torture tool.
Speer rested his neck on the caliper, Nightingale pulled on the peg, and shook the handle. Under the action of the belt, the calipers were separated to both sides, breaking the lock of God's Punishment with a gap.
At the same time, the sound of the Judgment Army's armor shaking also appeared at the door of the dungeon.
"They're there!" someone shouted.
"Aim and shoot!"
"Let's go!" Nightingale pulled Speer up to escape into the mist, but a cloud of black holes shot straight at her, tearing the mist to shreds in an instant.
The crossbow bolt actually carries the Stone of God's Punishment! Nightingale felt a cold sweat on her forehead. After they got out of the cover, the figures of the two were completely exposed to the judgement warriors. It must be said that the training of these people was very different from that of ordinary believers. In the first round of shooting, they only shot the arrows roughly. In the direction of the passage, there are front and rear, left and right, so that the magical effect of the god stone can block the road, and only half of the people participated in the first attack.
The other half were waiting for the moment when the witch appeared.
With a clear target, the second wave of shoveling arrived in an instant.
Hearing the humming of the loose strings behind him, Nightingale pulled the Marquis in front of her and shouted at the same time, "Bow your head!"
The piercing pain suddenly came from behind. She didn't know how many arrows she had been shot, and the pain spread like flames, but she didn't stop for a moment.
Rounding the corner of the cell, Nightingale felt a salty smell coming out of her mouth, probably because of the pain just now that she bit her lip, "Are you okay?"
"I... I'm fine," the Marquis said in a daze, "You, you blocked the crossbow for me just now?"
"If you hit you, you won't be saved, but if you hit me, nothing will happen." Nightingale reached out and touched her back. Sure enough, none of the arrows shot through Soraya's windbreaker. Penetrating the body, at most, is a bruise, and more importantly, it will not let the powder of the god stone seep into his body.
The judgement warriors hurriedly chased here. They probably did not expect that the two of them would be able to block the second wave of crossbow arrows without their shields.
Freed from the constraints of the Stone of God's Retaliation, Nightingale grabbed Speer, spread out the fog, and rushed straight up along the changing lines, passing through the floors and soil layers to the outside of the tower, and then took out a pocket from her pocket. Take a bamboo tube and pull down the fuse.
The dazzling red light shot out from the bamboo tube, shot straight into the sky, and then exploded into a circle of dense light spots, as if there were countless stars in the sky.
I remember that when His Highness handed this to her, he was still nagging about a cloud-piercing arrow, and thousands of troops would meet each other. Now she doesn't need thousands of troops, she just hopes that Maisie can see this signal.
Soon, a huge shadow fell from the sky, Maisie landed next to the tower with the power of Wan Jun, the burly body directly overwhelmed the wall, and the air flow of the flapping wings blew the surrounding fog.
"This... what is this?" Spell Passy couldn't help widening his eyes.
"My comrade," Nightingale asked Lightning to help fix the Marquis on Maisie. She used her last strength to climb up her back and patted her rough body, "Take off."
"Ow!" Maisie let out a terrifying roar at the Judgment Army chasing after him, then waved her wings and rose into the air, carrying the two of them up quickly, and quickly disappeared into the night sky.
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