Chapter 553: Battle Results

"Jewel?" Maggie pushed back the white hair on her forehead, revealing a pair of curious big eyes.

"It's a magic stone." Agatha picked up the stone on the ground and looked at it for a while. "Although I don't know what type it is, but judging by the color, it should be a God's Stone of Retaliation of excellent quality before transformation."

"The spoils of the high-ranking devil are definitely not that bad," Ye Zi smiled, "I just didn't expect it to hide the box in its body."

"Well, if that's the case, will the other devils also have such a box?" Maggie said excitedly, "I'll look for it!"

"Be careful not to touch the jar storing the red mist!" Agatha warned.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Maggie ran over excitedly holding two black boxes, "I found it from the devil in colorful clothes!"

What Nightingale took out was still magic stones, but this time the stones looked duller and smaller in size, but there were quite a lot of them.

Agatha gathered the magic stones together and couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong?" Nightingale asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Magic stones... seem to be too many."

"Isn't it good to have too much?"

She shook her head lightly, "There are thousands of Heart Horror that the Federation has killed. If magic stones are so easy to obtain, the Quest Society would not have painstakingly tried to capture and raise Chaos Beasts. Why do they carry such How many magic stones?"

"Probably accumulated over the past four hundred years?" Nightingale showed an ugly smile, "It's like an unlucky person who finally managed to save a sum of money and decided to go home to farm after finishing this job. He was shot dead by us, and the entire inheritance is also cheap for us."

No one laughed out loud, everyone realized the meaning behind this - if a huge ethnic group has never stopped producing magic stones for four hundred years, what kind of war resources will they accumulate? Degree?

"Forget it, it's useless to think too much," Agatha broke the silence after a brief silence, "Anyway, we have no other way to go."

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The First Army finally arrived at the woodland under the guidance of lightning.

"Are you all okay!" Wendy jumped anxiously from behind the lightning, checking each sister one by one, "Anna, she..."

"Don't worry about the coma caused by the exhaustion of magic power," Nightingale comforted, "Everyone is fine."

"I've said it a long time ago," Lightning's head was already bandaged, only the thin bangs on his forehead were exposed, "But Sister Wendy kept urging me."

"This, this is... what!" Brian looked at the corpses lined up on the ground in surprise, "Are they devils?"

"That's right, the dead devil," Nightingale shrugged. "You have to ask the soldiers to bring them back. Meat, armor, clothes, and weapons must all be missing. This is His Majesty's order."

"Yes!" Upon hearing the order, Brian immediately became serious, "I will arrange for someone to handle it."

"It's a pity we couldn't catch a living devil," Agatha sighed, "The plan to make the sigil has to be postponed again."

"A living devil?" Lightning tilted his head and said, "Probably there are!"

"What?" Everyone looked at her in unison, "Where is it?"

"I'm not sure," she blinked. "If the devil can swim, it's probably alive."

...

In the afternoon, the paddle steamer left the river bank and turned back to Neverwinter.

The deck of one of the ships was crowded with curious and amazed First Corps soldiers.

"This is the enemy we will face in the future?"

"It doesn't look like much, except it's bigger."

"Hush, what nonsense are you talking about," someone yelled, "Witches who haven't seen His Majesty are all injured, you haven't seen their abilities before!"

"That's right, those guys who died must be extremely ferocious, at least much more difficult to deal with than evil beasts, even Lady Anna fell for it." Another person nodded and added, "She blocked the opening of the city wall by herself. Block the impact of the evil beasts."

This sentence was agreed by most soldiers.

"Ah... I was there that day, and Lady Anna saved my life!"

"If it wasn't for her, I would have been trampled to death by a wild boar."

"It's a pity that Miss Angel is not here, otherwise they will get better soon."

Standing at the stern of the boat, Nightingale and Agatha looked at each other, smiled and shook their heads.

Now these ordinary people have regarded witches as companions who can fight side by side. It is a new experience for both of them—one originally lived in a witch empire that treated mortals as slaves, and the other once hid in Tibet and was rejected by the people. And persecution... Although the content of the feeling is completely opposite, it is equally incredible.

"What do you think?" Nightingale asked after feeling deeply.

"Are you referring to the lost and found experimental product?" Agatha laughed. "I think it should be considered extremely lucky."

The object of the soldiers' onlookers was the drowning maniac imprisoned in an iron cage.

Just like what Lightning said, the unlucky devil was swept upright by the scorching flame waves when the hydrogen balloon exploded, and he regained consciousness after falling into the water, but his body was seriously injured, and he couldn't swim back to the shore after struggling for a long time , was finally captured by the searching Maggie—according to the latter, if it hadn't been for its loud roar, she might not have been able to notice him. Apparently, the madman regarded Maggie as a terrifying beast to rescue, but as soon as he landed, he became the witch's captive.

Considering that Iffy's magic power and physical strength had reached their limits, it might not be possible to trap the devil for too long. In the end, everyone decided to cut off the devil's limbs, and then Agatha sealed the wound with ice. In this way, the enemy can neither commit suicide nor die immediately before the red mist is exhausted.

"I didn't expect to be able to successfully complete the task after such a big change. I am indeed lucky." Nightingale curled her lips.

"By the way, why don't you take a rest?" Agatha pointed to her waist.

"It's much better after applying the herbal medicine," she waved her hand nonchalantly, "Before I met His Majesty Roland, all the pains of the Freedom Society were solved by the leaves."

"Fortunately, everyone is safe and sound," Agatha exhaled, "I was negligent in this operation."

"A high-level devil? That's not your fault." Nightingale comforted, "No one would have known that they would appear alone in this remote place."

"This is also something I don't understand... After all, they have always been hiding behind the army, never acting alone, and the number is extremely rare. During the decades of fighting with the Federation, all high-level devils who showed up will be recorded According to the record, there are less than 20 including those who died in battle." She paused, "I thought I would have to wait until the red moon came to have a chance to encounter them, but when I saw those magic stones, I suddenly became unsure. gone."

Nightingale quickly understood the meaning of her words, but as soon as she figured it out, a chill rose in her heart.

"I don't know the devil's lifespan, growth limit, promotion path and reproduction method. What have they developed in the past four hundred years?" Agatha whispered, "If the enemy can accumulate a lot of magic stones, then Can they also accumulate many high-level devils?"

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