When Maisie joins the fray with Nightingale on board, the tide is reversed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The devil let out a roar of rage, forced to abandon his pursuit of nimble lightning, and a tumbling swoop down towards Maisie. The arm, which had not fully recovered, raised its spear again, and it quickly swelled, cracks blooming on its epidermis, and blood mist splattered out.

This time the shot was still powerful, but the spear was no longer as powerful as it had been, and at least the nightingale could catch the trajectory of the spear's shaft.

"Maisie!" she patted the behemoth beneath her, then lifted the mist and took a step forward.

"Woo-goo!" Maisie shrank sharply in size at the same time, and turned into a pigeon again.

The huge target vanished, and the spear whistled between the two of them and fell towards the sea.

And in the next moment, the nightingale that emerged from the fog returned to the back of the beastly Maisie, and the whole dodge process went smoothly.

The devil wailed in pain, and saw that his arms began to shrink inward, and at last they broke inch by inch, like branches that had been stripped of water. But its left hand was still gripping the reins, and it steered its mount straight into the two men, looking as if it wanted to end up together.

Maisie was clearly not going to do what she wanted, and just as she was about to collide, she suddenly sank and brushed shoulders with the enemy. When the balance was restored, the nightingale on his back was gone.

The latter appeared behind the devil like a ghost.

The enemy is scrambling to untie the rope that holds his body in place, and the nightingale naturally will not give the other party this chance.

She pulled the trigger as if venting her anger, and the gunshots rang out continuously.

This round of shots not only pierced the carapace behind the devil, but also through its chest. The enemy let out a series of hoarse sighs and quickly collapsed in the blood mist.

In the end, the beast that lost its owner was also killed by the lightning that rushed in, fell into the sea, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The Distant Hope slowly landed on the shore.

"What's next?" the nightingale looked anxiously at Anna, who was probably the only one who could keep her composure.

"After such a long delay, even if you count the night flights, it will take the hot air balloon to reach the town at midnight," Anna said word for word, "His Highness Roland must be carried by Lightning and Maisie and set off first." ”

"No problem!" said the beast's huge head with its mouth wide open.

"I ...... No problem, leave it to us. The little girl's expression looked a little downcast, probably because she felt that she was an explorer, but she was afraid to fight the enemy, which caused everyone to fall into trouble.

Nightingale touched her head, "No one is born good at these, and it's not your fault. ”

The witches tied the unconscious Prince to Maisie's back, and the severed hand was carried by lightning, and the two quickly took to the air and flew down the Chishui River towards the town.

"What about us?" Wendy asked, "I don't have much magic left." ”

"Keep flying, fly as far as you can. The enemy may send a second team to search, this is too close to the snowy mountains, we need to get out as soon as possible. "When it's safe to get to the ground, we'll find a hidden place to set up camp." ”

Her decision was unanimously endorsed by the remaining witches.

The Distant Lookout rose again, and there were only five people left in the gondola.

"How the hell did the devil find us?" Zoroya wondered, "The hot air balloons and baskets are painted with sky camouflage, which is difficult to discern even with a lookout at an altitude of more than two thousand meters. ”

"A giant devil," Sylvie frowned, "squatting at the top of a black spire, with a head larger than its body and countless eyes. I just glanced at it...... And all its eyes looked at me. Then hundreds of devils poured out of the ground, and the whole area seemed to boil. ”

"Is there such a monster?" said Zoroa.

"Not only that, but the two flying mounts are also very strange," Anna mused, "and the blood that comes out of their shots is not as black as ink, but dark blue—unlike the hybrid beasts that Demon Moon encounters. ”

"It's like the devil," added Zoroa, "and the first devil I saw the nightingale shoot was blue-blooded." ”

"Aren't they evil beasts?" asked Sylvie.

"I don't know...... But it's great that Maisie can be like them," Wendy lamented, "and if she hadn't saved the nightingale, we'd all be in danger." ”

"Her abilities have evolved," the nightingale suddenly spoke, "I saw in the mist that the magic in her body was no longer a whirling cyclone, but a fixed form—a pair of spread white wings. ”

Lightning hugged His Highness's arm, feeling guilty.

The devil was just hideous, not too strong in the air to deal with, and if she had left the basket in the first place and stopped the enemy, Her Highness would not have been so seriously injured.

It is an explorer's duty to stand up and protect his companions, and when exploring the fjord waters, Thunder is the first to lead everyone through one obstacle after another, whether it is facing pirates or fighting the giants of the deep sea, he has never retreated.

For the first time, Lightning realizes that he is still far from being a great explorer.

However, my father also mentioned that fear can be dissolved through cognition and familiarity, and skills can be mastered through repeated training.

She made up her mind that when His Highness had recovered from his injuries, she begged him to give her a special pistol, and asked Sister Nightingale to teach her the skills of shooting and fighting.

"How's your Highness?" muttered Maisie, her voice hoarse and muddy like the wind blowing from a stone cave compared to the pigeon's voice. ”

The little girl clenched her fists and turned and flew onto Maisie's back.

I saw that Roland's eyes were closed, his lips were pale, and his long messy gray hair looked even more lifeless. The blood on the clothes had coagulated, and the charred wounds looked horrible. She gently put her hand on the other's neck, and the faint throbbing proved that the prince was still alive, but the touch of her fingertips was frighteningly cold.

"How much more magic do you have?" Lightning estimated, "we're going to have to go full speed." ”

"Okay!"

When the two arrived at the border town, the little girl felt dizzy, and the excessive speed would not only quickly exhaust the mana, but also be a great burden on the body. She gritted her teeth and used the last of her strength to fall directly into the castle vestibule, shouting to the guards who heard the movement and rushed over with guns, "Call Miss Nanawa quickly, His Royal Highness the Prince is wounded!" (To be continued.) )