According to the route previously found, the Nightinge saw it crossed the three-story roof and fell directly into the dungeon where the Marquis was held.

Speer Passy heard the noise, raised his head, and couldn’t help but stare and stare, “Where did you get in?”

She made a silent gesture, limped out of the iron door, and two guards stood in the aisle, watching to see if the church was dressed as a believer.She took a step back of the mist and pulled out the dagger and quickly slit their throats—they didn’t expect anyone to attack from the prison until she died.

Returning to prison, the Nightingings had the opportunity to check on their injuries.

I saw that the windshields made by Soroya had been cut off a crack, and the blood on the calf was more than blood, and the wound was almost deep in the nails, probably the magic whip of the enemy pierced the trousers and feet from the side, and at the same time took away a piece of skin, but fortunately it did not hurt the bone.If it is not the toughness of the coated pants, the blow will probably hurt more.

“You’re hurt,” Speer frowned.

"It's not a big problem, we'll have to get out of here, and you're going to be a corpse without leaving," the Nightingale did not tell the Marquis of the Lady about the Angel's intention to take her to Helmmes, and it seemed to her that it was no different from death, perhaps worse. "They did not know that you were a witch until they caught you, and that all this was a plot led by the Church, but the position of the Lord of the Dragon Ridge."

“Then my brother...”

"Nine out of ten have become the puppets of the church, time is tight, I will go to the road and explain to you," the nightingale used the gauze to tie the wound tightly above the wound, "where is the lock of God's punishment?" 」

The Marquis pointed to her neck, "starting only with a chain tied to her feet, and then they replaced it with this."

Hell, the nightingale's heart suddenly sank, only to see the other side's neck tied with a thick thumb of the metal ring - this god's lock is to stuff several gods into the iron ring, and then with special tools together, relying on personal strength is extremely difficult to untie.

“Do you remember which room the locking tool was in?”

“In the cell at the entrance, they took me to the lock on that place.”

Apparently, when the Holy Spirit discovered her true identity, she was replaced with the most secure locks, which could trap almost all witches except the transcendent.

If you want to take Speer away, you must first take this thing off, or you can't pull her into the fog.

"Let's go to the first cell," the Nightinge made the decision, "and you'll come with me."

With the sting of her leg, she returned to the fallen guard again, took the key, and opened the prison door.

At this moment, a crisp bell rang at the top of the tower, and the rapid bell echoed in the silent building, as if beating in her heart.

“It’s the church’s alarm,” Speer said.

"Sooner or later they will come," cried the Nightinge, "and only if they move faster than the enemy will they have a chance to survive."

The alarm sounded at this time helped her in a sense, and the believers stationed in the basement heard the bells and all gathered to the only exit of the prison, which undoubtedly gave the Nightingale the opportunity to run out.

She descended from the mist, pulled the trigger at the men, and several bullets penetrated her body after hitting the first target, and went straight into the body of the second person, splashing a large ponton of blood.The stone of divine punishment they wear is the most striking target in the black and white world, facing the ghostly nightingale, these people holding long swords and shields, but do not know where to cut.After the two rounds of shooting, there was no longer a living guard in the prison.

But she knew that this was only the lowest-ranking believer in the church, and that the heavily armed judgmental army would soon arrive here, and that it would be difficult to escape if it was not possible to lift the stone of divine punishment by then.

“Come here!”She soon found the locker—a iron utensil erected by the wall, two rusty calipers sticking forward, and at first glance looked like a terrible.

Speer put his neck on the clamp, the nightingue pulled on the iron thrombary, and then shook the handle.Under the action of the belt, the caliper is separated to the two sides, and the lock of God's punishment opens a gap.

At the same time, the sound of the armour of the trial army also appeared at the door of the dungeon.

“They are there!”Someone shouted.

“Shoot – shoot!”

“Go away!”The nightingale pulled up Sper into the mist, but a clump of lightless black holes shot straight at her, tearing the mist to pieces instantly.

There is a stone of God’s punishment!The Nightingale felt a cold sweat on its forehead, and after leaving the veil, the figure of the two was completely exposed to the trial samurai - it had to be said that the training of these people was very different from the ordinary believers, and they only shot in the first round, and they were generally shooting in the direction of the passage, before and after, so that the demonic effect of the stone could block the road, and only half of them participated in the first attack.

The other half was waiting for the moment when the witch appeared.

With a clear goal, the second wave of saving is instantaneous.

Hearing the hum of the string behind him, the Nightingale pulled the Marquis to herself, and shouted, "Lower!"

The tingling of the heart came from behind, she did not know that she had been shot a few arrows, the pain spread like a flame, but the footsteps did not stop for a moment.

Around the corner of the cell, the nightingale felt a salty smell in her mouth, probably the pain just now that made her bite her lips, "Are you all right?"

"I... I'm all right," said the Marquis, somewhat staggered, "you, you, you just blocked the crosshairs for me?"

"You're not saved by shooting, but I don't have to be anything to do when I shoot."The nightingale reached out and touched it behind her back, and sure enough, there was no arrow that shot through Soroa's windshield - although the back was like being burned, as long as it did not penetrate the body, it was also a piece of bruise at most, and more importantly, it would not let the powder of the stone penetrate into its own body.

The trial samurai hurried to this side, they probably did not expect that the two people could block the second wave of archery without a shield, and the stop shooting just now made the two sides have opened a distance.

Freed from the restraints of the stone of divine punishment, the Nightingale seized Spell, unfolded the mist, rushed straight up along the fluctuating lines, through the floor slabs and the earthen layers to the high tower, and then touched a bamboo tube from his pocket and pulled down the fuse.

The dazzling red light burst out of the bamboo tube, straight into the sky, and then exploded into a circle of dense points of light, like countless stars in the sky.

I remember when His Highness gave this to himself, he also nagging a cloud arrow, thousands of horses to meet, now she does not need thousands of horses, only hope that Maisie can see this signal.

Soon, the huge shadow fell from the sky, Maisie and her strength landed beside the tower, and the burly body directly crushed the wall, and the flapping air of the wings blew away the surrounding fog.

“This... what is this?”Speer Parsi couldn’t help but stare into his eyes.

"My companion," said the Nightingale, who had the lightning help to fix the Marquis on Maisie, and himself had used his last strength to climb up to her back, and patted her rough body, "take off."

“Hang-oh-oh-” Maisie roared toward the chasing trial army, then waved her wings and vacated, carrying the two men as he climbed rapidly, and soon disappeared into the night sky.

(Unfinished.)