When the lightning detected a large group of people from the north gate of the falling Longling, a group of people had been on the mountain for a week.

The size of the church messengers was about the same as that expected at the beginning of the nightingale, and the samurai in armor walked in the front of the procession, a total of twenty-five people, and behind it was a long heavy team, and the costumes were roughly composed of believers and mercenaries, with a total number of about 100 people.Everyone else was walking except the judges who rode horses.

There were two carriages in the messengers' regiment, and the Holy One was undoubtedly in one of them.

The five men quietly followed the team and headed for the Red Water City.

According to the plan, when the enemy team left the surveillance range of the pendant Longling sentry tower and could not quickly obtain support, it was the moment for them to do it.

The Nightingou was in the mist, quietly looking at the four-wheeled carriage in the middle of the procession, and through the twisted carriage outline, he could see the magic of silver looming.

If she were alone, she might find an opportunity to kill the Church's e-mail, but there was no guarantee that everyone would be buried there, and now with the help of the Sleeping Island Witch, it was much more likely that the news would be blocked in the South.

Once these people lost track, until Hermes reacted, at least in the spring of next year.And even if they want to find out the mystery of the disappearance of the messenger group, it is very difficult.

The Nightinge doesn’t like killing, but this time she decided to do it.

In order to ease the burden on His Highness, in order to make the holy mountain of the witch last.

She has no regrets about turning into a blade.

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As the messengers entered a forest, the Nightinge saw a black shadow from far and near in the sky.

Maisie closed her wings, roared down, and the horses suddenly uttered a panicked hissing and fled uncontrollably, and the people who witnessed the scene were stunned and overwhelmed for a moment.

The horrifying behemoth did not rush into the crowd to bite and trample as they had imagined, but spread its wings when it was about to fall, and the wind pressure provoked made everyone almost open their eyes, and one jumped down from the back of the beast and fell straight to the ground.

“The enemy attack!”There was a shout from the samurai.

The believers pulled out their weapons like a dream and cut them down to the strange enemy trapped in the middle of the line.

In the black and white line of sight of the nightinge, a cloudless black hole wraps each other tightly, and instead of ordinary witches, there is no power to fight back.

However, the opponents they meet are the extraordinary, the ashes.

A sword flashed, and the believers who were close to her were cut off, like a harvested ear of wheat, and suddenly fell down.

Instead of using the iconic épée, she was an ordinary one-handed iron sword, so that Maisie could carry another witch while carrying her.

The iron sword was quickly broken in the chopping, but there were many scattered blades around her to pick up—whether long jabs, sticks, hammers, or machetes—were deadly weapons in her hands.

The blood mist sputtered, the limbs flew apart, and the ash was cut off by the power of one person.

The mercenaries in the back were also unable to support, and they found themselves in another dilemma.

Andrea's figure is like a goblin in the forest, she uses trunks and branches as a concealment, constantly changing her position, while using each gap to shoot arrows.Every time someone shoots, someone is in the center of the eyebrows, falling to the ground.

Less than half an hour later, the whole procession became a mess, and the screams, the cries and the cries of the fighting were intertwined, reverberating in the silent forest.

The Nightingue did not stop to join the battle, and she walked quickly through the fog, following her own goal—she had only one enemy to deal with: the Church’s edict, the Witch Hunter.

After the two carriages had run for some time, the frightened horses finally calmed down, but instead of turning back, they left the avenue and into the woods in two directions.

It seems that the saint realized that there are extremely difficult transcendent people in his enemies - for most witches, the transcendent who wears the stone of divine punishment is almost invincible.

However, this move still cannot escape the Nightingei's tracking.

She had previously determined the position of the saint, and as for the other carriage it was supposed to be a high-ranking figure such as a priest or a priest.

The latter had its own lightning and mashy to take care of.

Walking through the potholes of woodland, the car was about to scatter, but the coachman still kept waving his whip, as if someone was pushing him hard.

The Nightingale drew closer to the carriage, aimed at the four trial samurai who followed it, and pulled the trigger - in order to ensure the hit rate, she would move behind the enemy every time, and fire in a straight line with the target, no more than ten meters apart.The trial army, which had heard the gunfire, dispersed at once, but it was only a few steps away from the nighting-on-the-gored.Full-covered armor makes no sense in front of large-calibre bullets, and the broken warhead through the armor will bring more damage to the body.

After solving the four samurai trials, she pointed her gun at the horse.

As the two horses fell to the ground, the lost carriage slanted out under the inertia and hit the tree trunk, and the fragile wooden carriages suddenly fell apart.

Among the flying debris, a silver-curved figure rolled out, the nightinge did not hesitate to aim and shoot, and the magic-forming light belt seemed to be self-aware, stopping the bullets one by one.

She quickly distanced herself and replaced her with a new bomb nest.

“The rebels!”The angel shouted indignation and rushed to the place where she was hiding.

This time, the situation between the two is quite the opposite.

No longer limited by the narrow room, the nightinge takes a step back, the other side will spend more than ten steps to catch up, and the effective range of the revolver is about 50 meters, far more than the scope of the witch's ability.The Holy Spirit’s “silver whip” simply could not reach her, and the bullet she fired could threaten each other’s lives at any time.

Although shooting at this distance, the hit rate dropped to only one or two of five rounds to hit the target, she had plenty of time to replace the new bomb nest and keep aiming at the fire.

The silver ribbon gradually dimmed, and after the fifth round of shooting, one bullet hit her left shoulder and the second bullet ran through her abdomen.The Holy Spirit was no longer able to support it and shook two steps to the ground.

The Nightingale did not hurry to approach the other, but folded back to the position of the carriage, picked up a stone of divine punishment, and walked to the Holy emplars - her retreat route revolved entirely around the carriage, in order to facilitate the search of the scene afterwards.

When he walked over to the blood-stained witch, the other party suddenly extended her only right hand, but found that the silver light belt did not penetrate the enemy's body as imagined.

“You damned devil, God will judge you!”She spit out blood and gritted her teeth.

The nightingemen pointed the muzzle of the gun at the saint’s chest without expression, “Is it?”I'm waiting for that day."

Then she pressed the pull.

(Unfinished.)