Fifth Chapter 535. The Protector's Gun

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Roland finished arranging the duel and returned to the castle at dusk. (Quality #……Net)

"Is Maggie really okay?" As soon as he stepped into the office, Nightingale appeared from behind him.

"She's been practicing shooting with Lightning all along, and Lightning is a disciple you personally taught. What's there to worry about?" Roland reassured her, "The last time we explored the demon camp, she dared to transform into a beast and pounce on the demon, which proves she doesn't lack courage. The only problem is whether she will shoot her own kind."

Maggie was more frightened than hurt at the time. Iffi certainly didn't intend to be ruthless, but this attitude of extreme contempt for non-combat witches was simply a time bomb in the team. If she wasn't given a profound lesson to correct her ways, Roland wouldn't dare take her out to capture demons.

And the best way to teach her was to have Maggie personally defeat Iffi.

There was no doubt that the weapon that could exceed the limit of her ability and allow the auxiliary witch to have the power to fight was the gun – in order to avoid accidental deaths, Roland specifically asked Soraya to make a batch of rubber bullets. The metal bullet head was replaced with layers of coating, gradually softening from the inside to the outside. These bullets could not penetrate the human body, but their power should not be underestimated. The huge kinetic energy would be completely transferred to the human body as the bullet deformed, and the resulting severe pain was enough to make the target lose the ability to resist. Therefore, it was also called a disabling bullet.

"...I'll go see her again," Nightingale said, as if she couldn't rest assured, and disappeared into the mist.

Roland gently exhaled. When Iffi attacked Maggie, he clearly heard the click of the sniper rifle being uncocked beside him. If the other party hadn't released Maggie as ordered, he would have had to call Nana Waugh over.

In addition, it could be seen from the post-event comfort that Maggie was quite afraid of the Bloodfang witches, which meant that they had done similar things on Sleeping Island. Thinking of the former Harrah of the Co-Assistance Society, and then Evelyn and Candlelight's initial feelings of inferiority when they first arrived here, and even the Witches' Union more than four hundred years ago, this idea that combat witches were more noble was undoubtedly not a sudden occurrence. It could be said that in the face of external pressure, those who had the ability to fight would inevitably have a greater say. Unfortunately, the power of gunpowder and artillery was enough to erase the gap brought about by ability... He thought, if he could correct these two people, Tilly would trust him even more.

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"Don't worry too much, just aim at that guy and empty the magazine in one breath, make her cry and beg for mercy, understand!" Lightning shouted loudly, "Even if it's a normal bullet, Nana Waugh is watching from behind, let alone the coating bullet head made by Soraya, it's not enough to hit her a few more times to relieve your anger!"

"Um..." Maggie leaned against the head of the bed, her hair covering her cheeks, "I know."

"You don't know!" Lightning brushed aside her long white hair, "Now you're not even thinking about beating her up, right? If you let her go this time, I'll never take you on adventures again – explorers don't need cowards!"

Maggie looked hesitant, "I'm not..."

"She's not a coward," another voice sounded from behind them, "A timid person can't fight demons, not to mention she saved my life."

Nightingale came out of the mist, walked to the bed, and flicked Lightning's forehead hard, "How can you talk like that!"

The little girl hugged her forehead and pouted, "I'm just afraid she'll back down at the last minute."

She sighed and took Maggie's hand, "Listen carefully, this competition is not simply a matter between you and her… His Majesty arranged this to make the Bloodfang witches realize their mistakes and change their attitude towards other witches. Remember Evelyn and Candlelight, there are many witches with similar experiences on Sleeping Island, right? If you can teach the other party a lesson, in a sense, you are also helping them."

Nightingale paused, "So, you are not fighting for yourself alone, but fighting to protect everyone, just like when you fought against the

demon last time."

"Um..." Maggie blinked her eyes and nodded gently.

"By the way, His Majesty Roland also said that if you win this time, ice cream and peppered barbecue will be supplied unlimitedly for a week, prepared just for you alone."

"Goo!" Her eyes lit up instantly.

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The next day, in addition to the guards responsible for clearing the field, there were more than a dozen witches gathered on the grass outside the city wall. They gathered around Roland, and their cheers for Maggie were almost one-sidedly loud.

"I won't cheer for you," You Yu yawned, "Anyway, you can't hear me."

"No need." Iffi slowly walked to the center of the circled area, coldly looking at Maggie, whose body was covered by her long hair, and sneered in her heart. If the person with the most support could win, the Church would have unified the entire continent long ago. "It's still too late to admit defeat now… otherwise, it's not good to let His Majesty down."

"I won't lose, goo!"

She couldn't help but be slightly stunned. When did this guy dare to speak to her in such a definite tone? "Is that so? Then you should be prepared to be locked in a cage and fall from the sky and eat mud."

"You can't lock me up," Maggie raised her head and said, "The only person who can catch me in the sky is Lightning!"

With the sound of the whistle starting the duel, Iffi stopped talking nonsense and rushed straight towards the other party – she knew very well that even if Maggie was wearing a God's Stone of Retaliation, she couldn't possibly win against her, who had received fighting training. His Majesty Roland was wrong about one thing, combat witches did not simply rely on their abilities to fight. Leaving aside their abilities, their bodies were also deadly weapons. Utilizing the characteristics of physical fitness and recovery ability surpassing ordinary people, witches could often endure more bloody and harsh training. Even if the opponent was a fully armed knight, she was confident that she could take down the opponent within ten breaths.

And Maggie transformed into a small blue bird, quickly spread its wings and flew into the sky.

"Is this your way of fighting?" Iffi stretched out her arms in the direction she was escaping, but the bursting magic did not capture the target, "This is a duel, where can you escape to?"

"Chirp——chirp——" The bird rose higher and higher, and soon disappeared, leaving only a string of crisp chirps.

Iffi frowned and looked up at the sky. Suddenly, she saw a faint shadow appearing in the direction where the sun was rising.

Using light to hide her figure and launch unexpected attacks? Iffi couldn't help but sneer, the idea was good, but unfortunately, her ability didn't need to directly see the target. Even if she was blindfolded, any target entering the range of ten steps would be sensed by magic – this was the branch ability she awakened when she came of age.

Moreover, what harm could a fist-sized blue bird do to her? If she wanted to decide the winner, the other party would definitely transform into that hideous behemoth again!

Just as she was waiting, a cloud covered the sun, and the earth instantly darkened. At that moment, Iffi saw the little bird descending from the sky.

Poor thing, it seems like even luck is not on your side!

She didn't hesitate to stretch out her hands and grab towards the other party – the victory was decided!

But nothing happened… Magic surrounded her front, but she didn't feel Maggie directly crashing in.

Maggie stopped abruptly twenty steps away from her!

Then, to Iffi's surprise, she transformed back into human form in mid-air and pulled out a silver short rod from her waist pocket.

She... is she crazy?

Losing the bird's wings, Maggie didn't fall straight to the ground. She saw her long white hair rising upwards, spreading out like wings, holding her slowly falling, and at the same time, the short rod spewed out a spark and a loud noise!

Iffi felt something entering her magic range, but it was definitely not Maggie herself, and it was not a bow or a stone – she didn't even have time to release the cage, and she felt her abdomen being smashed by an iron hammer. Then came her thighs and calves… Explosions sounded continuously, dirt splashed on the ground, and the intense

pain made her unable to make any sound, and her broken feet were unable to support her body.

Iffi fell to the ground, covering her stomach and curling up into a ball, and her consciousness became blurred.

Vaguely, she saw a white figure falling in front of her, using her last strength to raise her trembling hand, but the magic no longer responded to her summons.

"You lost, goo."

This was the last word Iffi heard before she fainted.