Chapter 295 Spreading Wings

Seeing the moment Roland was hit, Nightingale felt her heart tighten suddenly.

The noisy voices around her instantly became extremely distant. She wanted to go to help him up, but found that her whole body was cold and stiff, and her hands trembled slightly. Apart from the initial subconscious exclamation, it was extremely difficult to even take a step forward at this time.

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

She was afraid he would never wake up again.

Just thinking of this made it hard for Nightingale to breathe.

Ever since she could remember, she had never been so bewildered like this.

It was Anna who reacted first - she knelt down and covered the entire wound with a mass of black flames, bursts of white smoke suddenly rose from under the lightless flames, and at the same time made a hissing sound. When the black fire dissipated, Roland's severed arm was burned into a scorched black mass.

The trickle of blood stopped.

By the way, this is the emergency measure he taught in the first aid class. What should I do next? After wrapping up the wound, she quickly went to the hospital to find Nana... Nightingale swallowed, and glanced at the gondola. No, no, Nana was not in the hot air balloon, but in Border Town.

have to go back.

We must go back as soon as possible!

She slowly turned her head to the southeast where the town is—

At this moment, the ferocious appearance of the devil baring its teeth and claws once again caught Nightingale's eyes, pulling all her thoughts back to the hanging basket.

The panicked shouts of the witches, gunshots, and the deep roar of the enemy came back to my ears. After the cold subsided, the chaotic thoughts in my mind finally converged into one sentence.

"If you don't defeat the devil, you can't rush back to Border Town."

"Lightning!" Anna shouted anxiously, "Protect the hot air balloon from landing!"

Although the little girl looked pale, she glanced 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 could not deal with the devil. Like most witches, Lightning has absolutely no experience fighting real enemies.

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

Nightingale took a deep breath and forced herself to temporarily put the scene of His Royal Highness's injury to the back of her mind. The two devils were still attacking back and forth, and the spear-throwing arm was as thin as a piece of firewood. It might take a long time to fully recover. And the opponent is about 50 meters away from the hot air balloon, so I can't reach this distance at all-it's very easy to slip and fall when the fog spreads in the sky. Time stays on a line, and when the direction and up and down changes, you are likely to be torn into several pieces.

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

The other one swooped towards Lightning, and the monster flapping its huge wings was like a falcon catching a chick, making her tired of avoiding it for a while. Just as Nightingale expected, besides relying on flexible movements to protect himself, it was difficult for Lightning to aim and fire at the opponent. The other witches were even afraid of accidentally hurting the little girl, so they stopped shooting one after another.

The devil heading towards the hot air balloon drove the mount to aim at the airbag and bite and scratch. Fortunately, Soraya's coating was tough enough that it was difficult for the claws and teeth of the hybrid demonic beast to embed in it. Seeing that this trick was ineffective, it roared and flew away for a while, as if it wanted to knock the hot air balloon out of balance.

Nightingale has seen the best opportunity.

Unfolding the fog, when a faintly glowing thin line appeared above her head, she stepped up without hesitation, and took advantage of the moment when the outline of the hot air balloon changed, and stood directly on the airbag. Although her body was parallel to the ground, she quickly climbed to the top of the balloon as if walking on level ground.

The devil also happened to charge straight at this time.

In the black-and-white world, Nightingale was surprised to find that there was a sparse whirl of magic power slowly spinning in the opponent's body, and there was a gleaming stone embedded in that thin arm.

They actually have magical powers?

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. When the devil was about to hit the hot air balloon, Nightingale jumped out of the fog and appeared behind the devil.

Due to the sudden increase in the weight of the giant-winged evil beast, its body sank suddenly. The devil seemed to realize something and turned his head abruptly, only to be greeted by the roar of a 12mm caliber pistol.

"go to hell."

The bullet rushed out of the package of flames and gunpowder smoke, and penetrated into the devil's headgear with great momentum, and blasted a bowl-sized hole in the back of the head. Viscous blood splashed everywhere, and a pungent fishy smell spread out.

The enemy twitched and fell, and the evil beast also deflected, passing by the side of the hot air balloon. Just when Nightingale was about to turn back to the top of the airbag, an accident happened. The leaning corpse pulled the reins, and the mount suddenly rolled over, throwing her out.

Before she had time to react, she was already out of the 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 sea at this moment. Falling into the mist is tantamount to committing suicide—without controlling your stance, hitting any thin wire will cut you in half.

"nightingale!"

She heard the sisters screaming in panic, but it was all to no avail. Lightning is fighting with the devil, and Maggie is powerless to pull herself up even if she turns into a sea eagle. She is very clear about the ending she will face next.

The speed of the fall was getting faster and faster. Nightingale looked down, and the originally blurred ocean had revealed its true appearance, and the tumbling water splashes and waves became more and more clear—as if it was not she who was falling, but the sea. Speed ​​up and hit her.

At this moment, her mind became clearer.

Nightingale closed her eyes, and the scene of meeting Roland seemed to reappear before her eyes. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, playing with the dagger in her hand, waiting for the grey-haired fourth prince to open the door and enter. The swaying fire, the door panel and the bedroom gradually disappeared, and finally only the smiling face of the other party remained.

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

"Cuckoo, cluck!"

Suddenly, a series of high-pitched beeps came from my ears. Nightingale opened her eyes, only to see a white figure rushing down to her chest.

It's Maisie.

Just as she was about to say something, a dazzling white light burst out from the pigeon's body, and its figure instantly swelled up. A pair of huge wings spread from behind, feathers fell off one after another, and the bird's head became ferocious and frightening. It's exactly the same as the flying evil beast!

"Aw—————————!"

Maggie let out a deafening roar, grabbed Nightingale with both claws, and threw it upwards forcefully. The latter rolled half a circle in the air and landed straight on the broad bird's back.

What exactly is going on? Nightingale was completely stunned.

"Aww!" Maggie turned her head and yelled again, as if reminding her of something.

Even without a translator this time, she understood the meaning of the other party's words. Although it's not clear why Maggie became like this, but defeating the devil is the most important thing right now.

"Go!" she yelled.