Early in the morning, everyone packed up their camping belongings and set off again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Roland also discovered a detail: even when sleeping in the wilderness, the witches' faces would not be tarnished in the slightest, and he obviously could not do that. You don't have to look in the mirror to guess that your hair must be a mess, your face is bloodless due to insomnia, and there is half-dry sweat on your skin, which is slightly slimy to the touch, and you look listless in everyone's eyes. It wasn't until he washed himself with the drinking water in his skin that he was relieved of the discomfort.

Roland began to miss the running water system and spacious showers in the castle.

Half an hour later, the Distant Lookout followed the instructions of the lightning and arrived at the predetermined location, the side of the snow-capped mountain. Hovering over the wide sea, the group could already see the scene behind the mountain.

As Lightning said, the back of the snow-capped mountain was shrouded in a red mist, and the fog was pressed very low, and the closer it was to the ground, the richer the color became. In order to see further, Roland let the hot air balloon continue to rise, and the land at the end of the field of vision was spread out little by little.

"Did you find anything?" he looked at Sylvie.

The latter shook his head, "No, it's too far away, it's beyond the scope of the True Eye's observation." ”

"Let's get closer when Soroya draws the scene. Roland said.

While Zoroa was drawing pictures, he also used his lookout to look at the coastal line. There are no man-made structures such as piers and docks on the coast, and it seems that even if there are devils, they have no idea of building ships to attack the Grey Castle from the sea. The observation relieved him slightly.

As the balloon slowly approached land, Sylvie finally began to report what she had seen—about ten miles from the sea, she had spotted a pile of black stone buildings, triangular in shape, resembling spires.

"It's like a mirage in the wilderness," Wendy exclaimed, "this is the devil's territory!"

"But the height is obviously not right," Zoroya frowned, "the spires in the mirage are all a hundred feet high, and they cannot be obscured by the red mist, they should be higher than the rolling hills. ”

"Maybe you're seeing the Devil's City, and it's just the Devil's Village?" Anna guessed.

So the devil has a complete and unique urban system, belongs to the higher evolutionary group, and is keen on expansion and killing? Roland thought to himself, please, don't be like this, "What's in those spires?"

"Hmm...... Most of the minarets are empty, and some appear to be filled with liquid...... Wait," Sylvie was stunned, then incredulous, "Hurry up, the devil has found us!"

"Discovery?" Roland raised his lookout and glanced at it, it was still a dark red, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"They're moving," Sylvie shouted nervously, "and they were all buried in the ground, with only the tube on their backs exposed, and that side ...... There's a devil flying!"

"Wendy, retreat at full speed!" Roland ordered.

The wind blew quickly, and the suddenly moving hot air balloon tilted the baskets and crunched the taut ropes.

However, Sylvie's warning sent a chill down everyone's minds.

"Two devils are coming towards us, and their mounts can fly!"

Hell, these guys actually have flying mounts? Roland's eyes widened, this is simply unreasonable, how big must the mount be to be able to carry a strong man?

But it didn't take long for him to catch two black dots from his field of vision. Looking through the goggles, I saw that the mounts under their crotches were pointed and fanged, and their whole bodies were hairless, and they could not hook up with birds at all. If I'm not mistaken...... These are two hybrid beasts!

"Descend and land as soon as possible," Roland squeezed a few words from between his teeth.

I didn't expect the devil to have the ability to pursue in the air, and the only one who could fight in the sky was Lightning. But looking at her pale face, she knew that there was no chance of winning this battle. Once they are overtaken, even if the opponent only attacks the balloon by ramming, it can kill the witches - even if the coating can resist the impact and bite of the evil beast, under the violent shaking, everyone is likely to be thrown out of the hanging basket and smashed like a stone on the surface of the sea.

And at this height of falling, the sea water is no different from the land.

By this time, the devil was getting closer and closer to the hot air balloon, and without the help of a lookout scope, Roland could already see the massive wings of the hybrid beast and the burly foe on its back.

"Be careful," Sylvie screamed again, "they're ready to throw spears!"

Hearing this warning, he suddenly remembered the encounter scene described by Ye Zi - it was in this way that the enemy took the life of Red Hitomi in an instant.

He didn't see the devil's instantly swollen arm, or even the spear that struck, and at the same time that Sylvie gave an early warning, Anna had already stretched out her hands and controlled the black fire to spread out into a thin piece, covering it in front of the hanging basket.

Then there were two loud bangs.

Anna snorted and took two steps back, the black flames shattering like glass, and the spear was only half a flaming iron rod, tumbling and falling towards the sea.

She blocked the attack with a dense curtain of black fire.

The witches all breathed a sigh of relief, but Roland was in a hurry—such an ability would be a drain on Anna's magic. When smelting steel with her, Roland had noticed that the vast amount of magic in her body would hardly dry up if it was just heated or cut, and that once it was expanded to a macroscopic level, the degree of mana exponential exponential increase when it exerted influence on the object as a dense whole. For example, if the Black Flame is used as a furnace, the outer walls that obstruct the overflow of molten steel will accelerate the consumption of mana, and even Anna will not be able to hold out for a few minutes if she wants to lift the entire Black Flame Furnace.

Obviously, the block just now made her consume a lot, and if she came twice, I was afraid that she would not even be able to maintain the heating.

The devil also seemed to be intimidated by this scene, and instead of immediately launching a follow-up attack, the hot air balloon flew from both sides, as if waiting for the next charge. For the first time, Roland had seen the enemy's hideous appearance up close—exactly like in the photographs, with beast heads, eyes covered in crimson crystals, and a cortical tube attached to their chins that went around their necks to the carapace behind them.

During this time, the witches pulled out their pistols and fired back, but with the basket constantly shaking, it was almost impossible to hit an enemy moving at high speed, and after two rounds of bullets, none of them hit the target.

Just then, the devil's arms swelled again, and this time, they chose to flank back and forth.

Anna didn't even have time to observe the enemy behind her, the black fire summoned could only obscure one side, and Roland could clearly see the devil throw his right arm at her, but he couldn't see the trajectory of the spear's shaft. Almost subconsciously, he pushed away Anna, who was facing away from him, and then his shoulder flew backwards as if he had been hit by a hammer, hitting the wall of the hanging basket.

An excruciating pain nearly tore him apart, followed by a feeling of intense dizziness, as if consciousness was moving away from him.

Roland gritted his teeth and looked sideways, only to see a huge gap in his shoulder - the ventilation hole in the hanging basket behind him was enough to show the power of the blow.

The half of the arm that was completely torn by this round of attacks was landing in the corner of the hanging basket, and the blood that kept flowing out quickly stained the clothes red.

"No!" the nightingale's heart-rending cry was the last sound he heard before he lost consciousness. (To be continued.) )