Chapter 416 (2/2)

However, she knew that these were the lowest-rank followers and that an armed Judgement Army was headed their way soon. If she couldn’t take off the God’s Stone of Retaliation before their arrival, it would be very difficult to escape.

“Come here!” She quickly spotted the locking device—a metal instrument resting against the wall with two rusty clamps stretching outwards, resembling a terrifying torture device.

Spear pressed her neck against the clamps, and Nightingale fastened the device onto her and furiously turned its handle. With the help of the pulleys, the clamps pulled in opposite directions and created an opening in the God’s Locket of Retribution.

At the same time, the sound of the Judgement Army’s armor rattled near the cell door.

“That’s them right there!” Someone yelled.

“Take aim—shoot!”

“Let’s go!” Nightingale brought Spear into the Mist, but small black holes shot towards her and tore her Mist apart.

There were God’s Stones of Retaliation on the bolts! Nightingale felt a cold sweat break on her forehead as she and the Marquess became completely visible to the Judgement Warriors—it was clear to see that these men were trained very differently from regular followers. They shot their first round of bolts all throughout the passageway to close off their exit, and only half of the men participated in the first attack.

Meanwhile, the other half waited for the witches to expose themselves.

After spotting their target, the second wave of arrows flew towards them.

Nightingale heard the buzzing of arrows behind her and pulled the Marquess in front of her body, yelling. “Duck!”

A searing pain spread like fire through her back as she was hit by countless arrows, but she didn’t stop running.

As they rounded a corner, Nightingale tasted blood in her mouth, probably from biting her lip in pain before. “Are you OK?”

“I’m… I’m fine,” the Marquess said blankly. “Did, did you just block the bolts for me?”

“If you were shot, you would be gone for, but I might make it.” Nightingale reached behind her and found that none of the arrows had pierced through Soraya’s windbreaker—although her back hurt like it was on fire, there were only bruises, and no stone powder had entered her body.

The Judgement Warriors hurried towards them. They probably did not expect the two witches to survive the second wave of bolts without a shield, so they were a considerable distance away.

After escaping the binds of the God’s Stone of Retaliation, Nightingale grabbed Spear and entered her Mist. She rushed upwards through the floorboards and soil to the outside of the tower, took a bamboo tube from her bag, and pulled the string on its end.

A blinding red light shot out of the tube into the sky and exploded into a shower of sparks that looked like stars dotting the sky.

When His Highness gave this to her, he kept boasting about how one flare would summon a thousand troops to her aid. Right now, she didn’t need a thousand troops and only prayed that Maggie could see her signal.

Soon, a giant shadow descended from the sky as Maggie landed next to the tower, her large body crushing its walls and her wings fanning away the fog around them.

“What… what is that?” Spear Passi stared in awe.

“That’s my friend.” Nightingale had Lightning fastened the Marquess onto Maggie, used the last of her strength to crawl onto her back, patted her body, and said, “Let’s fly.”

“Aooooo… aoooo… ” Maggie roared at the incoming Judgement Warriors, flapped her wings, took off, and disappeared into the night with the two witches.