Looking at the moment when Roland was hit, Nightingale felt her heart tighten suddenly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The noisy sounds around her instantly became extremely distant, and she wanted to go over to help the other party, but found that her whole body was cold and stiff, her hands trembled slightly, and it was extremely difficult to even take a step forward at this time, except for the initial subconscious exclamation.

She was afraid that Roland would gradually lose his temperature in her arms.

She was afraid he would never wake up again.

Just thinking about this makes it difficult for the nightingale to breathe.

Ever since she had the memory, she had never been so at a loss.

It was Anna who reacted first—she crouched down and covered the entire wound with a black flame, and bursts of white smoke rose from the lightless flames, making a sizzling sound. When the black flames dissipated, Roland's severed arm was charred black.

The trickle of blood stopped.

By the way, this is the emergency measure he talked about in the first aid class, what should I do next? Wrap up the wound and quickly go to the medical center to find Nanawa...... Nightingale swallowed and glanced at the basket, no, no, Nanawa was not in a hot air balloon, but in a border town.

Gotta go back.

We have to get back as soon as possible!

She slowly turned her head to the southeast of where the town was located.

At this moment, the devil's hideous appearance with teeth and claws came into the nightingale's eyes again, and pulled her whole mind back to the hanging basket.

The panicked shouts of the witches, the sound of gunfire, and the low roars of their enemies returned to their ears, and as the coldness subsided, the chaotic thoughts in their minds finally converged into a single sentence.

If you don't defeat the devil, you can't drive back to the border town.

"Lightning!" Anna shouted anxiously, "protect the balloon landing!"

Although the little girl's face was pale, she looked at the unconscious Roland, gritted her teeth and nodded, and flew out of the hanging basket.

No, Nightingale thought, just by looking at her appearance, she knew that she could not deal with the devil. Like most witches, Lightning has no experience fighting real enemies at all.

The only one who can defeat the devil here is himself.

Nightingale took a deep breath and forced herself to put the scene of His Royal Highness's injury on the back burner for the time being. The two demons were still striking back and forth, and the arm of the spear was as thin as a piece of firewood, and it would probably take a long time to fully recover. And the other party is about 50 meters away from the hot air balloon, such a distance is simply beyond his reach - it is very easy to fall in the fog at high altitude, the higher from the ground, the fewer "lines" that flash by, if you stay on one line for a long time, when the direction and up and down change, you are likely to be torn into several pieces.

Presumably the enemy also realized that things could get tricky once the balloon landed, and a devil waved his left hand with only three fingers, shouted something, and then pulled up his mount and rushed straight towards the balloon.

The other swooped down on the lightning, its wings flapping like a falcon catching a fledgling, making her tired of dodging for a while. As Nightingale had predicted, it was difficult for Lightning to aim at the opponent and fire at him, except for relying on nimble movements to protect himself. The other witches even stopped shooting for fear of injuring the little girl by mistake.

The devil drove the mount towards the hot air balloon to bite and scratch at the airbag, but fortunately Zoroya's coating was tough enough for the hybrid beast's claws and teeth to get into. Seeing that this trick didn't work, it roared and flew into the distance for a while, as if trying to make the hot air balloon unbalanced by impact.

The nightingale has seen the best opportunity.

Unfolding the mist, when a thin line of faint glow appeared overhead, she stepped forward without hesitation, taking advantage of the moment the outline of the hot air balloon changed, and stood directly on the airbag. Although her body was parallel to the ground, she seemed to be walking on the ground, and quickly climbed to the top of the balloon.

The devil also happened to rush straight at this time.

In the black and white world, the nightingale was surprised to find that there was a sparse magical cyclone slowly spinning in the other party's body, and there was a glittering stone embedded in the thin arm.

How can they be magical?

But now is not the time to pay attention to this, the sprint distance of more than ten meters is only a short moment for her, and when the devil is about to hit the hot air balloon, the nightingale jumps out of the fog and has already appeared behind the devil.

The Giant Winged Beast's body sank sharply due to the sudden increase in the weight on its back, and the devil seemed to realize something, and turned his head sharply, only to be greeted by the roar of a twelve-millimeter caliber pistol.

"Die. ”

The bullet burst out of the envelope of flames and smoke, and with great force it penetrated the devil's head, blasting a bowl-sized hole in the back of his head. Sticky blood splattered everywhere, and a pungent fishy smell spread everywhere.

The enemy twitched and fell, and the beast deflected and passed the side of the balloon. Just as the nightingale was about to fold back to the top of the airbag, the unexpected happened. The leaning corpse pulled the reins, and the mount suddenly rolled on its side, throwing her out.

Before she could react, she was out of a safe distance where she could return on her own.

Although the hot air balloon has been lowering its altitude, it is still hundreds of meters away from the surface of the sea. Falling into a fog is no different from suicide - if you can't control your posture, you will be cut in half if you hit any thin line.

"Nightingale!"

She heard the panicked cries of her sisters, but nothing helped. Lightning is battling the devil, and Maisie is powerless to pull herself up even if she turns into a sea eagle, and she knows exactly what she will face.

The speed of the fall became faster and faster, and the nightingale looked down, and the originally vague ocean had revealed its true face, and the tumbling water and waves became more and more distinct - as if it was not her falling, but the sea speeding towards her.

The more she got to this moment, the clearer it became in her mind.

The nightingale closed her eyes, and the scene of her encounter with Roland seemed to reappear, and she sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the dagger in her hand, waiting for the gray-haired fourth prince to push the door in. The flickering fire, the door panels, and the bedroom faded away, until only the smiling faces of the other were left.

The only regret is probably that I can't accompany him to the end.

"Goo-goo-goo!"

Suddenly, there was a series of high-pitched chirps in my ears. The nightingale opened her eyes, and saw a white figure rushing straight down and pounced on her chest.

It's Maisie.

As soon as she was about to say something, the pigeon's body burst out with dazzling white light, and its body instantly swelled, and a pair of huge and friendless fleshy wings spread out from behind, and the feathers fell off one after another, and the bird's head became hideous and terrifying, looking exactly like a flying beast!

"Wow――――――――!"

Maisie let out a deafening roar, grabbed the nightingale with both paws, and threw it upwards with all her might. The latter rolled in half a circle in the air and landed straight on the broad back of the bird.

What the hell is going on? Nightingale was completely stunned.

"Whew!" Maisie turned her head and shouted again, as if to remind her of something.

This time, even if she didn't need a translator, she understood the meaning of the other party's words. It's not clear why Maisie got the way she is, but defeating the devil is the most important thing right now.

"Go!" she shouted. (To be continued.) )