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Most hybrids can't directly determine her location, and even fewer can climb up the rock wall to intercept her, and the flying species that "dives" down in mid-air are quite powerful, but they are like arrows that have lost their sights, and as long as they keep moving, it is difficult to pose enough threat to her.

The only ones who could "see" her were the strange beasts with their scythe-like front paws, their wriggling bodies and their abdomen piercing into the rocks like nails, allowing them to move up and down the rock face with ease. At the behest of the monsters, they converged on the roof of the cave, stopping between her and the Vigilance Eye.

These enemies were undoubtedly the first obstacles she had to break through.

The wide dome became a battlefield for Nightingale alone, a feeling of being alone for a long time.

She once walked alone in the night, seeking revenge on the nobles who had done all kinds of evil, until Wendy found the whereabouts of the Mutual Aid Society, and she was freed from that life.

However, at this time, it is completely different from the feeling of being in Silverlight City.

Although she was a human being, she did not feel tired or disgusted at all, and she was not forced or threatened, but spontaneously stepped into this dangerous competition.

The belief in protecting her companions made her heart burn like a fire.

And Nightingale was not lonely, she was wearing a special protective suit made by Soloya, a backpack containing explosives produced by Agatha, and a gun at her waist that Roland had designed with his own hands - and a message engraved on it, "To Veronica".

All of this made her feel that she was with everyone.

As her thoughts swirled, the distance between the two sides was getting shorter, and the enemy had gradually completed the encirclement, pressing her with a scythe.

There are sixteen in total.

Nightingale pulls out her pistol, pulls the safety open, and when the beast at the front is only a few steps away from her, she pulls the trigger at the same time.

The other party also pounced at that moment.

Its powerful tail and sidefoot give it terrifying explosive speed, and the blow is almost complete in the blink of an eye like a predator pounces on its prey.

It wasn't so much that the bullet was fired at it, but that it hit the bullet.

Even if it is hit, the remaining force can seriously damage the nightingale.

But the latter had already been prepared.

The moment the bullet came out, she slipped back into the fog and stepped on a rapidly receding outline—the outline of the earth.

The timing was just right.

To outsiders, it seemed as if she had suddenly sprang backwards for several meters, but in fact, it was the earth that carried her backwards.

"Bang!"

The projectile pierced straight into the scythemon's pointed head, flipping its carapace and brain like a blooming bud. The glow of magic dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the invisible body twitched to reveal its original form. The lifeless beast fell like a stone into the underground lake, but in her eyes, it soared rapidly, as if it had been sucked into the raging lake.

In this way, the nightingale uses the unpredictable lines of the fog to chase and fight the enemy above the dome. Despite their swiftness, gravity still took a toll on them, especially when she deliberately lured her opponent back and forth towards the arena where they had already fought, and the nailed rock formations were clearly no longer able to provide enough friction, forcing them to slow down and plunge their collateral feet deeper.

However, this tactic is not without flaws, because she must break out of the fog and expose herself for a short period of time when shooting, so there are more and more evil beasts surrounding her, and the threat of flying kind pounces has also increased greatly - those winged deformed monsters no longer blindly "dive", but hover closer to the dome for an opportunity, and once she shoots, they will rush in the direction around her that she may dodge, forcing her to pass through again, or use the contour line to dodge a wide range of enemy attacks.

The battle lasted less than half an hour, and the nightingale already had several scars on her body.

After all, it is not always possible to find the ideal hiding space - the change of contour line does not depend on the will of the capable person, and the misty world is also dangerous for her, so the high-intensity combat is a heavy burden for both physical and mental strength.

The most serious injury was in her ribs.

The front and back of the two flying species made her unable to avoid it for a moment, and the sharp claws tore through her coat, from her flank to her waist. Fortunately, Zoroya's coated protective suit withstood the fatal blow and kept her from being disemboweled, but its force still penetrated the coating, and the pain made her almost unable to breathe, and it took a while for her to recover.

Instead of biting each other, the manic hybrids were able to cooperate with each other to launch fierce and rapid attacks, apparently under the command of the multi-eyed demon, which strengthened the nightingale's determination to destroy it. Although I don't know why it hides in this snowy mountain, instead of going to trouble Neverwinter, once the evil beasts have a unified commander, it will definitely be a great threat to His Majesty Roland in the future.

After all ten rounds of ammunition were exhausted, there were still four scythe beasts left - in addition to those who were killed by a close shot, the other two had stumbled and fallen in the melee, and judging by the swirling and turbulent water of the lake, there was basically no possibility of climbing out of it.

Under the frenzied siege of the beasts, Nightingale had no time to change the nest, nor did she intend to do so. She tucked her pistol back into her waist, and as a wave of hybrids swarmed in, a flicker leaped behind an invisible beast and reached out to pull it into the mist.

When the scene in the field of vision became black and white in an instant, the other party was obviously a little stunned.

The mana spread from the nightingale's fingertips, dragging a series of enemies that crashed into it into the mist, and as the number of evil beasts increased, her mana consumption instantly exceeded the threshold and began to decline rapidly. And at this moment, one of the countless lines that made up the dome rolled upwards and flew towards her.

This was the moment she was waiting for—the more creatures she pulled into the mist, not only would the mana consumption rate increase exponentially, but the misty world would become more and more unstable, and those twisted lines would help her leap several meters or become a terrifying weapon.

The white line swept over, and the enemy's figure suddenly froze in place.

It was as if they had disappeared out of thin air for a very short period of time, and a "white ground" suddenly appeared above the dome, but when they reappeared, the scene had become extremely strange - the lower body of the evil beast was still in the position before it disappeared, while the upper body had been transferred to a place several meters away, as if a sharp long knife had cut them in half and carried the severed body into the air.

This scene lasted only less than a blink of an eye, and then more than a dozen severed bodies fell like hailstones, stirring up a column of water on the lake.