The nightingale's eyes suddenly opened up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The other beasts hesitated after witnessing this astonishing sight, and instead of frantically blocking her path as before, they stopped with a low roar, as if they were afraid of her.

These hybrids felt the fear.

The monster hanging from the roof of the cave waved its tentacles and let out a furious roar, but the urging had little effect, and the only scythe monster that obeyed its orders was beyond its power - only three of them were left alive to threaten the Nightingale's movements, and the tight defenses were now shattered.

No enemy could stop her anymore.

The nightingale mustered up what little magic was left in her body and rushed towards the center of the dome.

As the distance closed, she finally understood what Fran meant by deformity.

The other party was not so much a creature as a bunch of exposed organs, with neither epidermis nor musculature, and the intestines, tentacles, and unnamed organs full of blood vessels were stacked on top of each other, looking hideous and terrifying.

The attempt to throw explosives into the monster's mouth was obviously unattainable - the nightingale set her sights on a wriggling mass of "sacs of flesh", which, though I don't know if it counts as a monster's lethal organ, was at least much more located than the intestines, and flowed with the glow of magic, and the explosives would inevitably cause more damage when they exploded.

Despite some riskiness, she didn't get a chance to try again.

This duel must be lethal with one blow.

The closer you get to the target, the more the nightingale can feel its enormity, the intricate intestines alone are the thickness of a house, and the other organs are like a castle.

However, the castle is alive.

Seeing that the scythe beast couldn't stop her, the monster moved on its own.

Numerous slender tentacles erupted from its body, trying to block the nightingale's approach. Some of the tentacles are like steel whips, which can tear mountains and rocks apart when they fall, and this kind of attack is not too difficult to deal with, as long as you pay attention to the changes in the outline of the tentacles in advance, and use those "gaps" that can appear at any time to avoid them, you can penetrate the defense line they form like piercing through a wall.

The other is much trickier, a small number of tentacles contain magical powers, and can cast different abilities - those magical brilliance of different colors are particularly eye-catching in the black and white world, and the nightingale does not want to try what it is like to be struck, so he can only dodge it as much as possible in a flash, which is equivalent to increasing the consumption of his own mana.

Fortunately, the two are not separated by an abyss.

After a few ups and downs, she stepped onto the monster's muscular body, which roared angrily, but did not dare to attack with its tentacles for fear of hurting herself. Nightingale suddenly felt a lot less pressure on her body, and without hesitation, she opened her backpack, took out a box of explosives, and rushed straight towards the meat sac.

The next action was almost all in one go - pulling out the lead, stuffing the smoking explosives into the meat sac along with the backpack, then spinning the misty world so that the earth turned back into the sky again, and then kicked his feet violently, and the whole person fell like an arrow from the string towards the turbulent underground lake.

The monster noticed this, too, and it didn't seem to understand why the enemy had tried everything to get close to him but did nothing, so he just walked away. As for the bag, it was no threat in its eyes. For a moment it even forgot to chase the witch who was quickly breaking away, and all its tentacles froze in place.

The most dangerous place in the misty world is the most powerful place in the misty world, and if you hit the contours of the winding air currents when you fall, you will be torn apart. So the nightingale interrupted his abilities and gestured goodbye to the monster overhead.

For some reason, she suddenly remembered Roland at this moment.

When testing the power of gunpowder, he would often turn his back to the test site, and he would say that he was a true warrior who never looked back at the explosion. Although the act always drew the eyes of her and Agatha, he enjoyed it, as if he had completed a ritual known only to him.

Thinking of this scene, the nightingale couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

But at the moment, she didn't want to imitate the other party's appearance.

It doesn't matter if it's a real warrior or not.

She just wanted to see the monster blown to pieces.

Just when the sound of the lake and the dark river colliding was clearly discernible, the pitch-black cave roof suddenly lit up with a red light!

In the depths of the earth, which did not see the light of day, this light was no less than the dawn of dawn, and the darkness quickly faded, leaving a long shadow behind all things, and for the first time the lake was filled with brilliant waves.

And then there was a shocking roar.

In an instant, the whole cave shook!

The nightingale could clearly see that under the brilliant fireworks, the monster's body contracted violently, as if it had suffered great pain. The "red moon" covering the dome was suddenly half missing, and some organs burst out like a volcanic eruption, and the parts closer to the explosion point directly ignited a large fire, and billowing smoke came out.

"Poof!"

Then she fell into the water.

The world fell silent in an instant, and only the rumbling of the heart remained.

The high-speed swirling water formed a bottomless black hole beneath her, and the huge suction force was like a giant hand, trying to drag her into the abyss, and in the face of such power, no struggle would help.

Fortunately, the nightingale was prepared.

Unleashing the last bits of magic, she summoned the mist again, and with the help of swirling white lines, she leapt out of the water like a staircase.

At this point, the magic power in her body had been completely consumed, and the sequelae of overusing her abilities began to appear, and the sharp throbbing pain and dizziness rushed over her brain, and her limbs trembled uncontrollably, making her almost unable to control her body.

Struggling to climb the shore, Nightingale lost all the strength to move, and before her consciousness could dissipate, she saw a worm break through the wall, followed by a golden figure darting towards her.

......

"Nightingale...... Is she alright?" asked Fran worriedly.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that the magic is exhausted," Agatha gave her a cursory examination and handed her over to the Witch of Punishment, "It's up to you to carry her, and we'll get out of here as soon as possible." ”

When Nightingale insisted on leaving, the group decided to rush out to join her as soon as the explosion sounded, no matter what the situation, in case she was surrounded by herself. All the food was stuffed into Fran's stomach, and while there was no guarantee that she would find a way out, she could at least crawl with them to the predetermined camping spot.

Unexpectedly, the effect of this explosion was amazingly good, and after the roar, not only the worm carrier that pierced the stone wall stopped moving, but the other evil beasts also scattered and fled.

"Leave it to me," Elena took the unconscious Nightingale with her own hands, and after the battle, the remnants of Taqira had a noticeable increase in respect for the blonde witch.

"Don't you want to make up for it again?" said Lightning as he looked at the monster struggling and twisting on the roof of the cave, a little unwillingly, "It doesn't look like it's dead yet." ”

"The Trapped Beast Fight is the most dangerous, and you can bring a box of explosives with you at most, so don't take that risk," Agatha replied in a deep voice, "and by the time the First Army is assembled, it will be dead sooner or later." ”

"That'...... Okay," the little girl hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.

Just as everyone was about to evacuate, the monster suddenly let out a wail, and with this dull and muddy sound, the surface of the lake suddenly changed.

In the flickering light of the fire, a massive skeleton burst out of the water, spreading a row of rib claws towards the top of the cave. It remains stable even in turbulent currents.

The monster let go of its tentacles and plummeted from the dome, right into the skeleton, which caused waves to squeeze large swaths of the lake onto the shore, and even the raging dark river poured in. Then the bony claws closed, enveloping the monster like ribs, and slowly sinking into the lake. The moment the flames on its body came into contact with the water, white smoke billowed and emitted a pungent scorching odor.

At the moment when the other party disappeared, everyone saw the dense eyes on its body—although half of them were gone, the remaining eyes undisguised a strong hatred.

Then the swirling lake engulfed the monster's figure as if it had never existed.