When Lightning detected that a large group of people had appeared from the north gate of Falling Dragon Ridge, the group had been on the mountain for a week. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The size of the Church Emissary was about the same size as Nightingale had expected at first, with the armoured warriors of the Judgment at the front of the procession, twenty-five in all, and a long baggage procession behind them, roughly composed of believers and mercenaries, numbering about a hundred. Except for the Inquisitors, who rode on horseback, everyone else was on foot.

There were also two wagons in the emissary corps, and the Holy Emissary was undoubtedly on one of them.

The five of them quietly followed the team and headed in the direction of Chishui City.

According to the plan, when the enemy team leaves the monitoring range of the Falling Dragon Ridge watchtower and cannot quickly obtain support, it will be the moment for them to act.

The nightingale was in the fog, quietly watching the four-wheeled carriage in the middle of the procession, and through the twisted outline of the carriage, a silver magic glow could be seen.

If she were alone, she might have found an opportunity to kill the Church Emissary, but there was no guarantee that everyone would die here, and now with the help of the Sleeping Island Witch, the chances of sealing the news to the South are much higher.

Once these people are gone, by the time Hermes reacts, it will be at least next spring. And even if they wanted to find out the mystery of the disappearance of the emissary, it would be very difficult.

Nightingale doesn't like killing, but this time she decided to do so.

In order to reduce the burden on His Highness, in order to make the holy mountain of witches last forever.

She doesn't regret turning into a blade.

......

As the messengers entered a woodland, the nightingale saw black shadows in the sky from far to near.

Maisie folded her wings and swooped down with a roar, and the horses neighed in terror and fled uncontrollably, and those who witnessed this scene were stunned and overwhelmed for a moment.

The terrifying beast did not rush into the crowd to bite and trample as they imagined, but spread its wings and swept over the top of the group when it was about to land, and the wind pressure aroused made everyone almost unable to open their eyes, and one person jumped off the back of the giant beast and fell straight to the ground.

"Enemy attack!" the voice of the Judgment Samurai rang out from the messenger group.

The believers then drew their weapons as if they had just woken up from a dream and slashed at the strange foe trapped in the middle of the ranks.

In the nightingale's black and white vision, a cluster of lightless black holes wrapped the other party tightly, and ordinary witches were powerless to fight back.

However, the opponent they met was the Transcendent, Ash.

A sword flash flashed, and the believers who approached her were all cut off by the waist, like ears of wheat harvested, and suddenly fell to a piece.

Instead of using the iconic heavy sword, she uses a normal one-handed iron sword, which allows Maisie to carry an additional witch with her.

The iron sword quickly cracked and snapped in the slash, but there were many scattered blades for her to pick up - halberds, clubs, hammers, and scimitars were deadly weapons in her hands.

The blood mist splattered, the limbs scattered, and the ashes cut off the team with the strength of a single man.

The mercenaries in the rear were also unable to go to support, and they found themselves in another predicament.

Andrea's figure is like a fairy leaping through the woods, using tree trunks and branches as concealment, constantly changing her position and shooting arrows at every gap. Every time someone made a shot, someone hit the center of the eyebrow and fell to the ground.

In less than half an hour, the whole team was in disarray, and the screams, shouts, and sounds of fighting echoed through the silent forest.

Nightingale did not stop and joined the fight. She scurries through the mist, following her goal closely—she has only one enemy to deal with: the Church's Emissary, the Witch Hunter.

After the two carriages had galloped for some distance, the frightened horses finally calmed down, but instead of turning back, they left the avenue and ran in two directions into the woods.

It seems that the Holy Envoy realizes that among his enemies is the most difficult Transcendent - for most witches, the Transcendent wearing the Punishment Stone is a near-invincible opponent.

However, this move still could not escape the nightingale's tracking.

She had already determined the location of the Holy Envoy, and in the other carriage it was supposed to be a high-ranking figure such as a priest or priest.

The latter has his own lightning and Maisie to take care of.

Walking through the potholed woodland, the car jolted and almost fell apart, but the driver kept waving his whip as if someone was urging him.

Nightingale closes the distance between herself and the carriage, aiming at the four trial warriors who are following her, and pulls the trigger - to ensure a good chance of hitting, she will always move behind the enemy's back, firing only when she is in a straight line with her target, no more than ten meters apart. The Inquisitors, who heard the gunshots, immediately dispersed, but this was only a few steps away from the nightingale. The full-coverage armor is meaningless in the face of large-caliber bullets, and the warhead that passes through the armor will cause more damage to the body.

After taking out the four trial warriors, she turned her gun on the horses.

As the two galloping horses crashed to the ground, the carriage, which had lost traction, flew diagonally under the action of inertia and hit its head on the trunk of the tree, and the fragile wooden carriage was suddenly torn apart.

In the midst of the flying debris, a figure wrapped in silver light rolled out, and the nightingale did not hesitate to aim and shoot, and the light bands of magic seemed to be self-conscious, stopping the bullets one by one.

She quickly pulled away and switched into a new nest.

"Rebel!" the Messenger roared angrily, lunging towards her hiding place.

This time, however, the situation between the two was diametrically opposed.

No longer trapped in a small room, the Nightingale takes a step backwards, and the opponent has to spend more than ten steps to catch up, and the effective range of the revolver is about fifty meters, far exceeding the range of the witch's ability. The "Silver Whip" of the Holy Envoy could not reach her at all, and the bullets she fired could threaten the lives of the other party at any time.

Although the accuracy was reduced to only one or two out of five shots hitting the target at this distance, she had plenty of time to switch to a new nest and aim and fire one after another.

The silver band of light faded, and after the fifth round, one bullet hit her left shoulder, and the second pierced her abdomen. The Holy Envoy could no longer support himself, and staggered two steps and fell to the ground.

Nightingale did not rush closer to the other party, but turned back to where the carriage had fallen apart, picked up a stone of divine punishment, and walked towards the Holy Messenger - her retreat route was entirely around the carriage, in order to facilitate the search of the scene afterwards.

When she walked up to the bloodied witch, she suddenly stretched out her only right hand that could move, only to find that the silver ribbon of light had not pierced the enemy's body as expected.

"You damned devil, the gods will judge you!" she said, spitting blood from her mouth and gritting her teeth.

Nightingale turned her gun at the oracle's chest with a blank expression, "Really? I'm waiting for that day. ”

Then she pressed the trigger.

. (To be continued.) )