When Maxie joined the battle with Nightingale, the situation was instantly turned around.
The Devil roared in fury, abandoning the pursuit of the nimble lightning bolt. It rolled and plunged downward, charging straight at Maxie. The arm, still not fully recovered, raised its spear again, rapidly swelling as cracks opened in its skin and a spray of blood mist erupted.
This throw was still powerful, though the spear had lost its initial might. At least the nightingale could barely follow the shaft's flight path.
"Macy!" She patted the giant beast beneath her, then spread the mist and took a step forward.
"Ooooh!" Maxie's body shrank abruptly, and she transformed back into a pigeon.
The massive target vanished abruptly, and the spear whistled past the two, plunging into the sea.
In the next instant, the nightingale emerging from the mist swiftly returned to the back of the demonized Maxie, the entire evasion moving with fluid grace.
The Devil let out a agonized wail as its arms began to contract inward, eventually snapping in half like a branch stripped of moisture. Yet its left hand remained gripping the reins, steering the mount to crash toward the two men with a ferocity that seemed to demand mutual destruction.
Maixi clearly wouldn't comply with its wishes. Just as they were about to collide, she suddenly dove down, narrowly missing the enemy. When she regained her balance, the nightingale on her back had already vanished.
The latter appeared ghostly behind Devil.
The enemy scrambled frantically to free himself from the ropes binding his body, but the Nightingale would never let him succeed.
She fired the gun in a fit of rage, and the shots rang out in succession.
The shot pierced not only the armor behind Devil but also its chest. The enemy let out a series of hoarse gasps before collapsing in a cloud of blood.
The evil beast, having lost its master, was struck down by a lightning bolt and plunged into the sea, vanishing without a trace.
The Woyang landed slowly on the coast.
"What's next?" Nightingale looked at Anna anxiously. Only she could stay calm at a time like this.
"Having delayed for so long, even with night flights, the hot air balloon won't reach the town until midnight," Anna said in a measured tone. "RolandYour Highness must be carried by Lightning and Maxie and set off first." "No problem!" the monstrous beast's enormous head bared its gaping jaws from the side.
"I... don't mind either, just leave it to us." The little girl's God-like demeanor seemed somewhat subdued, likely because she, as an explorer, feared combat with enemies, which had brought everyone into trouble.
The nightingale stroked her head. "No one is born with these skills. It's not your fault." The witches fastened Your Royal Highness, unconscious, to Maxie's back, while Lightning carried the severed hand. The pair swiftly soared into the air, flying toward the town along the Chishui River.
"What about us?" Wendy asked. "My Magic Power is running low." "Keep flying as far as you can. The enemy might send a second team to search. We're too close to the snow mountain—we need to leave quickly," Anna said. "Once we reach a safe spot, we'll find a hidden place to land and set up camp." Her decision was unanimously agreed upon by the remaining witches.
The 'Wangyao' spacecraft lifted off again, with only five people left in the space capsule.
"How did the Devil find us?" Soroya asked in confusion. "Both the hot air balloon and the basket were painted sky camouflage. At over two thousand meters, even binoculars couldn't spot them." "A colossal Devil," Sylvie frowned. "It crouched atop a black spire, its head larger than its body, covered in countless eyes. I just glanced at it... and its eyes all turned toward me. Then hundreds of Devils erupted from the ground, the entire area boiling with activity." "There's actually such a monster?" Soroya gasped.
"Not only that, but those two flying mounts were also peculiar," Anna mused. "The blood they bled after being shot wasn't jet-black, but deep blue—unlike the hybrid demons the Demon Moon encountered." "It was more like a Devil's blood," Soraya added. "I saw the first Devil Nightingale shot was dripping with blue." "Could they be demons?" Sylvie asked.
"I don't know... but it's wonderful that Maxie could transform into their forms," Wendy sighed. "If she hadn't saved the Nightingale, we would all have been in danger." "Her abilities have evolved," the Nightingale, who had been silent, suddenly spoke. "In the Mist State, I saw her Magic Power no longer as a swirling vortex, but as a fixed form—a pair of outstretched white wings."
The lightning clutched Your Highness's arm, filled with guilt.
The Devil merely appeared menacingly fierce, but her aerial power was not overwhelming. Had she left the hanging basket to intercept the enemy from the outset, Your Highness would have escaped such severe injuries.
It is an explorer's duty to step forward and protect his companions. When venturing into the fjord waters, he always leads the charge in every peril, guiding his team through one challenge after another. Whether battling pirates or confronting deep-sea giants, he never hesitates.
Lightning first realized he was still far from being an outstanding explorer.
However, the father also mentioned that fear can be dismantled through cognition and familiarity, while skills can be mastered through repeated training.
She resolved to wait until Your Highness recovered, then beg him to give her a custom-made pistol and ask Sister Nightingale to teach her shooting and combat skills.
"Your Highness, how are you doing?" Macei murmured, her voice now hoarse and muffled like wind through a stone cave, "I feel his body getting colder." The little girl clenched her fists and flew to Macei's back.
Roland's eyes were tightly shut, his lips pale, and his disheveled gray hair added to his lifeless appearance. The blood on his clothes had already coagulated, and the charred wounds were a sight to behold. She gently placed her hand on his neck, and the faint pulse indicated that Prince was still alive, though the touch of his fingertips was chillingly cold.
"How much Magic Power do you have left?" Lightning estimated the distance. "We must press on at full speed." "Alright!" When they reached Border Town, the young girl was already dizzy. The excessive speed would not only drain her Magic Power rapidly but also strain her body. She gritted her teeth, used her last strength, and landed directly in the castle courtyard. She shouted at the guards who had rushed over with guns upon hearing the commotion, "Quickly call Miss Nanawawa! Your Royal Highness is injured!"