Is it just that
Hearing these words, Agatha breathed a sigh of relief.
The strength of devils lies in their large numbers. If they only target a small number of mad demons, one or two high-level witches can take care of them.
"Do you have a way to imprison them now?"
"The new witches are just right for this," Roland recounted their abilities. "After Iffy captures the devil, the cage can be easily taken away with the balloon. Of course, I will also prepare some handcuffs and shackles. It’s not a big problem to control them. What I want to ask is, how long can the red mist carried by the devil last, and can their blood after death still be used to make talismans?”
That's it... Agatha has now fully understood his purpose, "Generally speaking, a can of red mist can last for about a day, and the devil will choose the number of mist canisters to carry according to different tasks, such as monitoring and patrolling tasks. If so, their mounts will carry three or four jars—but that's the limit."
"Why?" Roland asked curiously.
"After leaving that strange Blackrock Tower, the fog will gradually lose its effectiveness," she explained. "Otherwise, the Quest Club would have been able to raise devils and Chaos Beasts long ago, and a large number of seals would be formed. Some attempts, such as taking the initiative to occupy some of the devil's outposts, want to snatch the small Blackrock Tower, but the enemy will always destroy it before it is defeated, and what is left to the Holy Protector is just a withered stone tower."
"Wither?" The other party asked in surprise, "Can a stone also wither?"
"No one knows what it is, but judging from the stones brought back, it is not too much to describe it as withered. The surface that should have been smooth has become rough and dull, and it can fall off with a hand. A lot of stone chips, completely different from what the samurai first saw."
"I see..." Roland pondered for a moment, "If you can really bring the devil back, can you make a magic stone rune?"
"Give me enough experimental materials, my laboratory, and twenty mortals as assistants," Agatha said, clasping her fingers, "the success rate of simple sigils is about 80%, advanced... well, you don't have one anyway. The related magic stone."
"It's all right," he hesitated and asked in a low voice, "but what if the trapping operation attracts a group of devils?"
Agatha couldn't help laughing, "Looking at how confident you were before, I thought you never worried about this."
"Cough, I just want to make sure nothing goes wrong."
She said easily, "Just bring me and Miss Anna."
"You and... Anna?"
"You may not have a correct understanding of the witches in your territory, Your Majesty," Agatha sighed, "you must know that the Federation that has power throughout the entire Fertile Plain has only more than a hundred high-ranking witches, among them capable There are less than 40 of them who belong to the fighting type. They form the backbone of the Federation and the Holy Blessed Army. In your witch alliance, there are several high-level witches, plus those strange weapons, strength and a team of witches. The Holy Preservation Army is quite similar, so it is not difficult to eat a group of devils. Even if she encounters the Lord of Hell, Miss Anna can still activate the Divine Will Symbol twice."
"Ah... I almost forgot about that thing," Roland suddenly realized, "Thank you for your suggestion."
"You're welcome, defeating the devil is my lifelong wish, don't let me down, Your Majesty."
When Agatha was about to leave, the other party stopped her again.
"By the way, I still have one question."
"what?"
"Why did you react so much to attacking the devil's camp just now?" Roland raised his eyebrows, "You didn't say that before... I remember that at first you not only asked to take the initiative to attack them, but even took the camp without sacrificing. Chaos beasts that may exist in , isn't it?"
Agatha suddenly felt her cheeks get hot, and she didn't even need to look to know that it was definitely flushed.
She couldn't say that at the time, she felt that Roland had no ability to stop the devil at all, and he was bragging about his strength, and only made those remarks out of anger. Now I feel that the territorial situation is very good. As long as time is added, the strength of human beings will become stronger and stronger, and their attitudes will naturally become completely different. "Is there? I don't remember saying that."
"But you did..."
"Cough cough, Your Majesty, I feel very sleepy," she forced a yawn, "Please allow me to retire first." After speaking, she left the office without looking back.
When passing through the corridor leading to the Witch's House, the cool evening breeze blew on Agatha's face, calming her down gradually.
Looking at the sky full of stars, Wendy's words suddenly appeared in her mind.
"He will one day become the king of Greycastle and lead us to defeat any enemy, I believe so."
Seeing her confident expression at that time, Agatha felt both envy and a trace of sadness in her heart. The envy was that they had not been overwhelmed by the cruel reality, and the sadness was that trust could not reverse the gap in strength.
But now, she also believes a little bit.
Iffy doesn't remember how she got back to the bedroom.
Her mind was full of the roaring of guns—hundreds of people lined up neatly, pulling the trigger at the target ahead, she couldn't see anything but thick white smoke, and even if the magic could sense it, she couldn't see anything at all. Too late to trap the bullet with the cage.
His Majesty didn't lie, the power of metal ammunition was far greater than the special bullets that Maisie used in her duel. The wooden target a hundred paces away was riddled with holes, and the witch could only be passively beaten at this distance.
As for another weapon called artillery, it is even more terrifying. The attack range is several times that of guns. You even need to use a lookout to observe the shooting results. A weapon called the 152mm fortress gun was the real trump card of the artillery battalion.
All kinds of explosions kept ringing in her head, and finally they all converged into one thought.
"Hetty Morgan deceived us."
Iffi muttered.
"It's also possible that she didn't expect such power in the world," You Yu said with a complicated expression, apparently also shocked by the army training in the afternoon, "What should we do in the future?"
She didn't answer, no matter what purpose Hetty had before, it was meaningless at the moment, because she knew that the blood tooth that His Majesty wanted would not be able to give at all—the many auxiliary witches under Tilly Wimbledon obviously wanted to Much more useful than Bloodfang's Battle Witch.
Looking back on the past few years, she found that the ability and growth she was proud of had become a joke, and there was nothing to remember except Annie.
After a long time, she raised her head, "I don't want to go back to the Blood Teeth Club."
"..." You Yu nodded slightly, "Me too." Then she was stunned, "Are you crying?"
Only then did Yifei feel a hint of saltiness on the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand and wiped her cheek, and the wet feeling came from her fingertips.
"I have no idea."
She hadn't tasted tears for a long time.
Beasts never cry.
Even if there is, it is not for myself.
If only she and Annie had met the Witch League from the beginning.
Effie closed her eyes and let the salty rain fall on her heart.
Annie, forgive me.