Chapter 294 The Devil Strikes
In the early morning, everyone packed up their camping items and set off again.
Roland also discovered a detail: Even if they slept in the wilderness, the appearance of the witches would not lose their color in the slightest, and he obviously couldn't do this. You don’t need to look in the mirror to guess that your hair must be a mess, your face lacks color due to insomnia, your skin is half-dried with sweat, and it feels slightly sticky. . It was not until he washed briefly with the drinking water in his skin bag that he relieved the discomfort.
Roland began to miss the running water system and spacious showers in the castle.
Half an hour later, according to the instructions of the lightning, the Yaowang arrived at the predetermined location - the side of the snow mountain. Hovering over the vast sea, the group could already see the scene behind the mountain.
Just as Lightning said, the back of the snow-capped mountain was shrouded in a red mist. The pressure of the mist was very low, and the closer to the ground, the more intense the color. In order to see further, Roland let the hot air balloon continue to rise, and the land at the end of his field of vision spread out little by little.
"Did you find anything?" He looked at Sylvie.
The latter shook his head, "No, the distance is too far, beyond the observation range of the real eye."
"Let's get closer after Soraya draws the scene here," Roland said.
While Soraya was drawing pictures, he also used the binoculars to observe the coastal line. Apart from the cliffs, there are rocky beaches along the coast, and there are no man-made buildings such as docks or docks. It seems that even if there are devils, they have never thought of building ships and attacking Graycastle from the sea. This observation made him slightly relieved.
As the hot air balloon slowly approached the land, Sylvie finally began to report what she saw - about ten miles away from the sea, she found a pile of buildings made of black stones, which were triangular in shape, resembling a building. minaret.
"It's just like the mirage I saw in the wilderness," Wendy couldn't help exclaiming, "This is indeed the territory of the devil!"
"But the height is obviously wrong," Soraya frowned. "The spiers in the mirage are all hundreds of feet high, and it is impossible to be covered by the red mist. They should be higher than the undulating mountains."
"Maybe what you saw was the devil's city, but this is just the devil's village?" Anna guessed.
So the devil has a complete and unique city system, belongs to the advanced evolutionary group, and is keen on expansion and killing at the same time? Roland thought to himself, please, don't be like this, "What's in those steeples?"
"Hmm... most of the steeples are empty, some seem to be filled with liquid... wait a minute," Sylvie was startled, and then dared not answer, "Hurry up, the devil has found us!"
"Discovered?" Roland raised the lookout glass and scanned his eyes, but it was still dark red, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
"They're moving," Sylvie shouted nervously. "It turned out that they were all buried in the ground before, only the tubes on their backs were exposed. Over there... some devils flew up!"
"Wendy, retreat at full speed!" Roland ordered.
The strong wind blew up quickly, and the hot air balloon that moved suddenly caused the basket to tilt, and the tight rope made a creaking sound.
However, Sylvie's warning gave everyone a chill.
"Two devils are coming towards us, and their mounts can fly!"
Hell, these guys actually have flying mounts? Roland's eyes widened. This is simply unreasonable. How big does the mount need to be to be able to carry a strong man on his back?
But it didn't take long before he caught two black dots in his field of vision. Looking through the binoculars, I saw that the mounts under their crotch had sharp beaks and fangs, and they were hairless all over, so they couldn't hook up with birds at all. If I'm not mistaken... these are actually two hybrid beasts!
"Drop the altitude and land as soon as possible," Roland squeezed out a few words through his teeth.
This is careless, I didn't expect that the devil has the ability to pursue in the air, and the only one who can fight in the sky is Lightning. But looking at her pale face, it was clear that this battle had no chance of winning. Once they are caught up, even if the opponent only uses a collision method to attack the balloon, they can kill the witches—even if the coating can resist the impact and bite of evil beasts, everyone is likely to be thrown out under violent shaking. The hanging basket, hit the sea like a stone.
And for a fall at this height, sea water is no different from land.
At this time, the devil was getting closer and closer to the hot air balloon, and Roland could already see the huge wings of the hybrid demonic beast and the burly enemy on its back without the help of a telescope.
"Watch out," Sylvie screamed again, "They're ready to throw their spears!"
Hearing this warning, he suddenly thought of the encounter scene described by Ye Zi - this is how the enemy took Chitong's life in an instant.
He didn't see the devil's inflated arm in an instant, and he didn't even see the attacking spear. At the same time as Sylvie issued an early warning, Anna had already stretched out her hands, controlling the black fire to spread into a thin piece, covering it in front of the hanging basket .
Then there were two loud bangs.
Anna snorted, and took two steps back. The black fire shattered like glass, and the spear was only half a burning iron rod, and it tumbled and fell towards the sea.
She blocked the attack with a dense curtain of black fire.
All the witches heaved a sigh of relief, only Roland was in a state of anxiety - such an ability operation method would greatly consume Anna's magic power. When he was smelting steel with her, Roland had already noticed that if it was only heated or cut, the huge magic power in her body would hardly dry up, but once it was expanded to the macroscopic level, when it exerted influence on objects as a dense whole, the magic power consumption would become doubled. For example, if the black fire is used as a furnace, the outer wall that hinders the overflow of molten steel will speed up the consumption of mana. If you want to lift the black fire furnace, even Anna can't last for a few minutes.
Apparently, the blocking just now cost her a lot of energy. If she does it twice, she might not even be able to maintain the heat.
The devil also seemed to be shocked by this scene. Instead of launching a follow-up attack immediately, it passed the hot air balloon from both sides, as if waiting for the next charge. Roland also witnessed the hideous appearance of the enemy at close range for the first time—exactly the same as in the photo, they wore evil beast headgear, their eyes were covered with red crystals, and a leather pipe was connected to the chin, which went around the neck and led to the The carapace behind.
During this period, the witches took out their pistols to fight back. However, with the hanging basket constantly shaking, it was almost impossible to hit an enemy moving at high speed. After two rounds of bullets, none of the shots hit the target.
At this moment, the devil's arms swelled up again, and this time, they chose to pinch back and forth.
Anna didn't even have time to observe the enemy behind her, the summoned black fire could only cover one side, and Roland could clearly see the devil throwing his right arm towards her, but he couldn't see the trajectory of the spear. Almost subconsciously, he pushed away Anna, whose back was facing him, and then, as if his shoulder had been hit hard by a hammer, he flew backwards and hit the wall of the hanging basket.
A burst of unbearable pain almost tore him apart, followed by a strong sense of dizziness, as if consciousness was drifting away from him.
Roland gritted his teeth and looked sideways, only to see a huge gap in his shoulder - the ventilation hole in the hanging basket behind his back is enough to illustrate the power of this blow.
And the half of the arm that was completely torn by this round of attack was falling on the corner of the hanging basket, and the blood that flowed out quickly stained the clothes red.
"No!" Nightingale's piercing cry was the last voice he heard before losing consciousness.