Chapter 540 Different Moods

Is that all?

Hearing these words, Agatha breathed a sigh of relief.

The power of devils lies in their large numbers. If they only target a small number of crazy demons, one or two high-level witches can deal with them.

"Do you have a way to imprison them now?"

"The new witches are just right for this," Roland told them about their abilities. "After Ifi captures the devil, the cage can be easily taken away with the balloon. Of course, I will also prepare some shackles and so on. It’s not a big problem to control them. What I want to ask is, how long can the red mist carried by the devil last, and can their blood after death be used to make sigils?”

So that's it... Agatha has fully understood his purpose at this point, "Generally speaking, one can of red mist can last for about a day. The devil will choose the number of mist cans to carry according to different tasks, such as surveillance and patrolling. During missions, their mounts will carry three to four cans - but this is the limit."

"Why?" Roland asked curiously.

"After leaving that strange black stone tower, the mist will gradually lose its effectiveness," she explained. "Otherwise, the Quest would have been able to raise devils and chaos beasts and synthesize a large number of sigils. It's not like the three members of the Federation have never done this before. Some attempts were made, such as taking the initiative to occupy some of the devil's outposts, trying to snatch the small black stone tower, but the enemy would always destroy it before being defeated, and what was left to the Holy Blessing Warriors was just a withered stone tower."

"Wither?" the other party asked in surprise, "Can stones also wither?"

"No one knows what it is, but judging from the stones brought back, withering is not an overstatement. The surface that was supposed to be smooth has become rough and dull, and it can even fall if you hold it with your hands. Many stone fragments looked completely different from what the warriors first saw."

"I understand..." Roland pondered for a moment, "If you can really bring the devil back, can you make a magic stone sigil?"

"Give me enough experimental materials, a laboratory, and twenty mortals as assistants," Agatha said, clasping her fingers. "The success rate of simple sigils is about 80%, and the advanced ones... well, you can do it anyway." There is no related magic stone.”

"These are all fine," he hesitated and asked in a low voice, "But what if the trapping operation attracts a group of devils?"

Agatha couldn't help laughing, "Looking at how confident you were before, I thought you had never worried about this problem."

"Ahem, I just want to make sure nothing goes wrong."

She said easily, "Just take Miss Anna and me with you."

"You and...Anna?"

"You may not have a correct understanding of the witches in your territory, Your Majesty," Agatha sighed. "You must know that the federation with power spread across the entire Fertile Plain has only more than a hundred high-level witches. Among them, the ability There are less than forty of them who are fighting types. They form the top management of the alliance and the backbone of the Holy Blessing Army. And in your witch alliance, there are several high-level witches, plus those weird weapons, strength and an army. The Holy Blessed Army team is quite equal, so it is not difficult to eat a group of devils. Even if you encounter the Lord of Hell, Miss Anna can still activate the Divine Will Seal twice."

"Ah... I almost forgot about that thing," Roland suddenly realized, "Thank you for your suggestion."

"You're welcome. Defeating the devil is my lifelong wish. Don't let me down, Your Majesty."

When Agatha was about to leave, the other party stopped her again.

"By the way, I still have one thing that I don't understand."

"What?"

"Why did you have such a big reaction to the attack on the devil's camp just now?" Roland raised an eyebrow and said, "That's not what you said before... I remember that at first you not only asked to take the initiative to attack them, but also wanted to seize them regardless of sacrifice. There may be Chaos Beasts in the camp, isn’t it?”

Agatha suddenly felt her cheeks getting hot, and she knew without looking that they were definitely flushed.

She couldn't say that she felt that Roland had no ability to stop the devil and was bragging about his own strength, so she made those remarks out of spite. Now I feel that the situation in the territory is very good. As long as time is given, human beings will become stronger and stronger, and their attitudes will naturally become completely different. "Really? I don't remember saying that."

"But you did..."

"Ahem, Your Majesty, I feel very sleepy," she forcefully yawned, "Please allow me to leave first." After saying that, she left the office without looking back.

As she walked through the corridor leading to the witch's building, the cool evening breeze blew on Agatha's face, gradually calming her mood.

Looking at the sky full of stars, Wendy's words suddenly appeared in her mind.

"He will one day become the King of Graycastle and lead us to defeat any enemy. I believe so."

Seeing her confident expression at that time, Agatha felt both envy and a hint of sadness in her heart. What she envied was that they had not been overwhelmed by the cruel reality, but what was sad was that trust could not reverse the gap in strength.

But now, she also believes it a little bit.

Effie couldn't remember how she got back to the bedroom.

Her mind was filled with scenes of roaring guns - hundreds of people lined up neatly in rows, pulling the trigger on the target in front of them. She could see nothing but thick white smoke. Even if the magic power could sense it, There was no time to trap the bullet with a cage.

His Majesty did not lie. The power of metal ammunition was far greater than the special bullets Maisie used in her duel. The wooden target a hundred steps away was riddled with holes, while the witch could only be passively beaten at this distance.

As for another weapon called artillery, it is even more terrifying. Its attack range is several times that of a gun. You even need to use a lookout when observing the shooting results. However, the guard leading the team said that this is just the oldest field gun. A weapon called the 152mm fortress gun is the real trump card of the artillery battalion.

All kinds of explosions kept ringing in her head, and finally they all merged into one thought.

"Hetty Morgan deceived us."

Yifei murmured.

"It may be that she didn't expect that there is such a power in the world," Youyu looked complicated, obviously also shocked by the army training in the afternoon, "What should we do next?"

She did not answer. No matter what purpose Hetty had previously had, it was meaningless at this moment, because she knew that the Blood Fang His Majesty wanted would simply not be able to provide it - Tilly Wimbledon's many auxiliary witches obviously Much more useful than the battle witches of the Bloodfang Society.

Recalling her experiences over the past few years, she found that her proud abilities and growth had become a joke. Apart from Annie, there was nothing else worth remembering.

After a long time, she raised her head and said, "I don't want to go back to the Blood Fang Club anymore."

"..." Youyu nodded imperceptibly, "Me too." Then she was stunned, "Are you crying?"

Only then did Effie feel a salty taste at the corner of her mouth. She raised her hand to wipe her cheek, and a wet feeling came from her fingertips.

"I have no idea."

It had been a long time since she had tasted tears.

Beasts never cry.

Even if there is, it is not for myself.

It would have been nice if she and Annie had met the Witches Alliance from the beginning.

Ife closed her eyes and let the salty rain fall on her heart.

Anne, forgive me.

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