Release that Witch - Chapter 425

[Chapter 418]

When Lightning detected a large group of people appearing from the north gate of Falling Dragon Ridge, the group had already been on the mountain for a week.

The size of the church envoys was about the same as Nightingale had expected at the beginning. The armored judge warriors walked at the front of the team, a total of twenty-five people, and behind them was a long train of baggage. It seemed that they were generally composed of believers and mercenaries. The number is around a hundred.

Except for the Judgment Army who rode horses, everyone else walked.

There were two other carriages in the legion, and the Holy Angel was undoubtedly in one of them.

The five quietly followed the team and headed towards Chishui City.

According to the plan, when the enemy team left the monitoring range of the Zhuolongling sentry tower and could not quickly get support, it was the moment for them to attack.

Nightingale was in the mist, quietly watching the four-wheeled carriage driving in the middle of the team, through the twisted outline of the carriage, one could see the silver magic power looming.

If she was the only one, she might be able to find a chance to kill the holy envoy of the church, but there is no guarantee that everyone will be buried here, and now with the assistance of the sleeping island witch, the possibility of blocking this news in the southern border is much higher .

Once these people disappeared, it would be at least the next spring when Hermes realized it.

And even if they wanted to find out the mystery of the disappearance of the messenger group, it would be very difficult.

Nightingale didn’t like to kill, but this time she decided to do it on her own initiative.

In order to lighten the burden on His Highness, and to keep the holy mountain of witches alive forever.

She doesn’t regret turning into a sharp blade.

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When the messenger group entered a woodland, Nightingale saw black shadows in the sky from far to near.

Maggie folded her wings, roared and swooped down. The horse neighed in terror and fled in all directions uncontrollably. Everyone who witnessed this scene was stunned and at a loss for a moment.

The terrifying giant beast did not rush into the crowd, bite and trample as they imagined, but spread its wings when it was about to land, and passed over the heads of the team. The giant beast jumped on its back and landed on the ground.

“Enemy attack!” The shout of the trial warrior sounded from the messenger group.

Only then did the believers draw out their weapons as if they had just woken up from a dream, and slashed at the strange enemy trapped in the middle of the team.

In Nightingale’s black and white vision, clusters of lightless black holes enveloped her tightly, making it impossible for an ordinary witch to fight back.

However, the opponent they met was the transcendent, Ashes.

A flash of sword light flashed, and all the believers who approached her were chopped off in half, like harvested ears of wheat, falling down in one piece.

She didn’t use the iconic heavy sword, but an ordinary one-handed iron sword, so that Maggie could carry an extra witch while carrying her.

The iron sword quickly cracked and broke during the slashing, but there were still many scattered weapons for her to pick up. Whether it was a halberd, club, hammer or machete, they were all deadly weapons in her hands.

Blood mist splashed, limbs flew, and Ashes cut the team down by the strength of one person.

The mercenaries in the rear were also unable to help, and they found themselves in another predicament.

Andrea’s figure is like a fairy jumping in the forest. She uses the trunks and branches as concealment, constantly changes her position, and shoots arrows at every gap.

Every time someone made a shot, someone was hit between the eyebrows and fell to the ground.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire team became chaotic, with screams, shouts and fighting sounds intertwined, echoing in the silent forest.

Nightingale didn’t stop to join the battle. She walked quickly through the mist, closely following her target. There was only one enemy she had to deal with: the Holy Angel of the Church, the witch hunter.

After the two carriages galloped for a while, the frightened horses finally calmed down, but instead of turning back, they left the road and ran into the woods in two directions.

It seemed that the envoy realized that among his enemies were extremely difficult superhumans. For most witches, superhumans wearing the God’s Stone of Retaliation were almost invincible opponents.

However, this move still could not escape Nightingale’s tracking.

She had already determined the position of the holy envoy before, and as for the person sitting in the other carriage, it should be a high-level figure such as a priest or a priest.

The latter was taken care of by Lightning and Maggie.

Walking through the potholed woodland, the car bumped to the point of falling apart, but the driver kept waving his whip, as if someone was urging him.

Nightingale narrowed the distance to the carriage, aimed at the four trial warriors around her, and pulled the trigger. In order to ensure the hit rate, she would move to the back of the enemy every time, and only fired when she was in line with the target, and the distance would not exceed ten. Meter.

The Judgment Army who heard the gunshots immediately dispersed, but this distance was only a few steps away from Nightingale.

Full-cover armor is meaningless in front of large-caliber bullets, and warheads that pass through the armor and deform and shatter will cause greater damage to the body.

After finishing off the four Judgment Warriors, she turned her gun on the horse.

As the two galloping horses crashed to the ground, the carriage lost its traction and flew obliquely under the action of inertia, hitting a tree trunk with its head, and the fragile wooden carriage was instantly torn apart.

Among the flying debris, a figure wrapped in silver light tumbled out, UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com Nightingale aimed and shot without hesitation, the light band made of magic power seemed to have self-awareness, blocking the bullets one by one Down.

She quickly distanced herself and replaced with a new cylinder.

“Traitor!” The envoy roared angrily, rushing towards her hiding place.

But this time the situation they were in was completely opposite.

No longer confined to a small room, Nightingale takes a step backwards, and the opponent will spend more than ten steps to catch up. The effective range of the revolver is about 50 meters, which is far beyond the range of the witch’s ability.

The Holy Envoy’s “Silver Whip” couldn’t touch her at all, but the bullets she fired could threaten the opponent’s life at any time.

Although shooting at this distance, the hit rate was reduced to only one or two out of five rounds hitting the target, but she had plenty of time to replace the new cylinder and aim and fire one after another.

The silvery light faded, and after the fifth round, a bullet hit her left shoulder and a second pierced her abdomen.

The envoy could no longer support himself, and fell to the ground after staggering two steps.

Nightingale didn’t rush to get close to the other party, but turned back to where the carriage fell apart, picked up a God’s Stone of Retaliation, and then walked towards the envoy. Her retreat route was completely around the carriage, in order to facilitate the search of the scene afterwards.

When he walked to the side of the blood-stained witch, the other party suddenly stretched out his only movable right hand to her, but found that the silver light belt did not penetrate the enemy’s body as expected.

“You damn devil, the gods will judge you!” She spat out blood and said through gritted teeth.

Nightingale pointed her gun at the holy envoy’s chest with a blank face, “Really? I’m waiting for that day.”

Then she pressed the trigger.

(To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.) 16-11-13 11:19:44

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