Is that all?

Hearing this, Agatha breathed a sigh of relief. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The power of the devil lies in its large number, and if it is only against a small number of mad demons, one or two high-ranking witches can clean them up.

"Do you have a way to imprison them now?"

"The new witches are just right for this," Roland recounted their abilities, "and after Ife captures the devil, the cage can be easily taken away with the balloons, and of course I'll have some shackles and shackles and stuff like that, so it's not a big problem to keep them contained." What I want to ask is, how long can the red mist carried by the devils last, and can their blood be used to make sigils after death?"

I see...... "Generally speaking, a jar of red mist can last for a day or so, and the devil will choose the number of canisters to carry depending on the task, such as three or four canisters on their mounts for surveillance and patrol missions - but that's the limit. ”

"Why?" Roland wondered.

"Leaving that strange blackstone tower, the fog will gradually wear off," she explained, "or the Quest would have been able to raise demons and chaos beasts and synthesize a lot of sigils." It's not that the three seats of the Federation have not tried to do this, such as taking the initiative to capture some of the Devil's outposts, trying to loot the small black stone tower, but the enemy will always destroy it before the rout, leaving the Holy Blessed Warrior with only a withered stone tower. ”

"Wilt?" said the other in surprise, "Can stones wither too?"

"Nobody knows what it is, but judging by the stones that came back, it's not an exaggeration to describe it as withered. The surface that was supposed to be smooth became rough and dull, and many stone chips could fall off with the help of your hand, which was 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 sigil?"

"Give me enough experimental materials, an independent laboratory, and twenty mortals as assistants," Agatha said, snapping her fingers, "The success rate of simple sigils is about eighty percent, and the advanced ones are ...... Well, you don't have any magic stones anyway. ”

"All right," he asked, hesitating, and whispering, "but what if the entrapment attracts a group of devils?"

Agatha couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Looking at how confident you were before, I thought you never worried about this problem. ”

"Ahem, I just want to make sure nothing goes wrong. ”

She said lightly, "Just take me and Miss Anna." ”

"You and ...... Anna?"

"You may not have a proper understanding of the witches in your territory, Your Majesty," Agatha sighed, "You must know that the Federation with its power throughout the Fertile Plains has only more than a hundred high-level witches, of which there are less than forty or so who are capable of being combat-type, and they constitute the high-level of the Federation and the backbone of the Holy Blessing Army. And in your Witch Alliance, there are several high-level witches, plus those strange weapons, the strength is comparable to a Holy Blessing Army team, and it is not difficult to eat a group of devils. Even if she encounters the Hell Lord, Miss Anna will be able to activate the Divine Will Sigil twice. ”

"Ah...... I almost forgot about it," Roland suddenly realized, "thanks for the suggestion." ”

"You're welcome, it's my life's wish to defeat the devil, and don't let me down, Your Majesty. ”

Agatha was about to say goodbye when the other party stopped her again.

"By the way, I still have a puzzle. ”

"What?"

"Why did you react so much to attacking the devil's camp just now?" Roland said, raising an eyebrow, "You didn't say that before...... I remember that in the beginning you not only asked to take the initiative to attack them, but also to capture the Chaos Beasts that might exist in the camp at all costs, didn't you?"

Agatha suddenly felt her cheeks burn, and she didn't need to look to know that it must be red.

She couldn't say that at that time, she felt that Roland was incapable of stopping the devil, and she was boasting about her strength, and she said that for the purpose of anger. Now I feel that the situation in the territory is very good, and as long as time is given, the strength of human beings will become stronger and stronger, and the attitude will naturally become completely different. "Yes? I don't remember saying anything like that. ”

"But you did ...... at the time"

"Ahem, Your Majesty, I feel very sleepy," she forced a yawn, "please allow me to retire first." After saying that, he left the office without looking back.

As she walked through the hallway leading to the Witches' House, a cool evening breeze blew on Agatha's face, calming her mind.

Looking at the starry sky, Wendy's words suddenly came to her mind again.

"He will one day become the King of the Grey Keep and lead us to defeat any enemy, I believe so. 」

Seeing her convinced expression at that time, Ai Gesha felt both envy and a trace of sadness in her heart, envy that they had not been overwhelmed by the cruel reality, and sad that trust could not reverse the gap in strength.

But now, she also believes a little bit.

Ife doesn't remember how she got back to her bedroom.

Her mind was full of the roar of gunfire - hundreds of people lined up in neat rows, pulling triggers on the target in front of her, and she couldn't see anything but thick white smoke, and even if her magic could sense it, she wouldn't have time to trap the bullets in her cage.

His Majesty was not lying, the power of the metal ammunition far exceeded the special bullets used by Maisie in the duel with him, and the wooden target a hundred paces away was riddled with holes, and the witch could only be beaten passively at this distance.

As for another weapon called artillery, it is even more terrifying, the range of attack is several times that of guns, and it is even necessary to use a lookout when observing the results of shooting, but the guards who led the team said that this was just the most old-fashioned field artillery, and a weapon called a 152-mm fortress gun was the real trump card of the artillery battalion.

All sorts of explosions rang in her head, until they all merged into a single thought.

"Herty Morgan deceived us. ”

Ifei muttered.

"Maybe she didn't expect that there was such a power in the world," Yu Yu's expression was complicated, obviously also shocked by the afternoon army training, "What should we do after that?"

She didn't answer, and whatever Hetty's purpose had in mind was pointless at the moment, because she knew that His Majesty couldn't afford to give the Blood Fang he wanted—Tilly Wimbledon's many auxiliary witches were obviously much more useful than the Blood Fang's battle witches.

Looking back on the past few years, she realized that her proud abilities and growth had become a joke, and there was nothing to remember but Anne.

It was a long time before she looked up, "I don't want to go back to the Blood Fang Society." ”

"......" Yu Yu nodded imperceptibly, "Me too." Then she was stunned, "You are crying?"

Only then did Ifei feel a salty taste at the corners of her mouth, and she raised her hand to wipe her cheeks, and the wet sensation came from her fingertips.

"I don't know. ”

It had been a long time since she had tasted tears.

The beast never cries.

Even if there is, it's not for yourself.

It would be nice if from the beginning, she and Anne met the League of Witches.

Ifei closed her eyes and let the salty rain spill over her heart.

Anne, forgive me.