When Lightning detected a large contingent of people emerging from the north gate of Fallen Dragon Ridge, the group had already been waiting in the hills for a week.

The scale of the Church envoy was roughly as Nightingale had initially anticipated. Armored Judgment Warriors led the formation, numbering twenty-five in total. They were followed by a long baggage train, seemingly composed of believers and mercenaries, totaling around a hundred. Aside from the Judgment Army on horseback, everyone else was on foot.

The envoy also included two carriages, and undoubtedly the Holy Envoy was in one of them.

The five of them quietly trailed the group, heading towards Redwater City.

According to the plan, the moment to strike would be when the enemy party left the surveillance range of the Fallen Dragon Ridge watchtower and couldn't quickly obtain reinforcements.

Nightingale, shrouded in mist, quietly observed the four-wheeled carriage traveling in the middle of the formation. Through the distorted outline of the carriage, she could see the faint glimmer of silver magic.

If she were alone, she might have found an opportunity to kill the Church's Holy Envoy, but she couldn't guarantee that everyone would perish. Now, with the assistance of the Sleeping Island witches, the chances of containing this news within the Southern Territory were much higher.

Once these people disappeared, it would be at least next spring before Hermes realized it. And even if they wanted to investigate the mystery of the envoy's disappearance, it would be extremely difficult.

Nightingale didn't like killing, but this time she had actively decided to do it.

To alleviate some of the burden on His Highness, to ensure the longevity of the witches' sacred mountain.

She did not regret becoming a blade.

…

As the envoy entered a forest, Nightingale saw a black shadow approaching from the sky.

Maggie retracted her wings and swooped down with a roar. The horses immediately emitted terrified neighs, scattering uncontrollably. Those who witnessed this scene were stunned, unsure of what to do.

The terrifying beast, however, did not charge into the crowd to bite and trample as they had imagined. Instead, it spread its wings just before landing and flew over the formation, the wind pressure generated almost blinding everyone. A person jumped from the back of the beast, landing directly on the ground.

"Enemy attack!" a Judgment Warrior shouted within the envoy.

The believers then awoke as if from a dream, drawing their weapons and hacking at the strange enemy in the center of the formation.

In Nightingale's black and white vision, clusters of lightless black holes completely enveloped the opponents. An ordinary witch would have no chance to fight back.

However, they had encountered an Extraordinary, Ash.

A flash of sword light, and the believers who approached her were cut in half at the waist, like harvested wheat, collapsing in swathes.

She wasn't using her signature greatsword, but a common single-handed iron sword. This way, Maggie could carry an additional witch while carrying her.

The iron sword quickly cracked and broke in the carnage, but there were many scattered weapons around for her to pick up – whether it was a halberd, a staff, a hammer, or a scimitar, they were all deadly weapons in her hands.

Blood mist splattered, limbs flew, and Ash, single-handedly, cut the formation in half.

The mercenaries in the rear were also unable to provide support, finding themselves in another predicament.

Andrea's figure was like an elf leaping through the woods. She used tree trunks and branches as cover, constantly changing her position, while using every opening to shoot arrows. Each shot struck someone between the eyebrows, and they fell to the ground.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire formation became a chaotic mess, screams, shouts, and the sounds of fighting intertwined, echoing through the silent forest.

Nightingale did not stop to join the battle. She moved quickly through the mist, closely following her target - the only enemy she wanted to deal with: the Church's Holy Envoy, the witch hunter.

After galloping for a while, the frightened horses finally calmed down, but they did not turn back. Instead, they left the main road and plunged into the woods in two different directions.

It seemed the Holy Envoy realized that his enemies included extremely troublesome Extraordinary - for most witches, an Extraordinary wielding God's Stone of Retribution was nearly invincible.

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

She had already pinpointed the Holy Envoy's location, and the other carriage likely contained high-ranking figures such as priests or clerics.

Lightning and Maggie would take care of the latter.

Traveling through the potholed forest, the carriage rattled as if it were about to fall apart, but the coachman continued to whip the horses, as if someone was urging him on.

Nightingale closed the distance with the carriage, aiming at the four Judgment Warriors following nearby and pulling the trigger – to ensure accuracy, she would move behind the enemy each time, in a straight line with the target, with a distance of no more than ten meters. The Judgment Army, hearing the gunshot, immediately scattered, but this distance was only a few steps away in front of Nightingale. Full plate armor was meaningless against large-caliber bullets. The deformed and shattered warhead passing through the armor would instead cause greater damage to the body.

After taking care of the four Judgment Warriors, she aimed the gun at the horses.

As the two galloping horses crashed to the ground, the carriage, losing traction, flew out diagonally under inertia, slamming into a tree trunk. The fragile wooden carriage instantly shattered into pieces.

In the flying debris, a figure enveloped in silver light rolled out. Nightingale didn't hesitate to aim and fire, the magic-constructed light band, as if possessing self-awareness, intercepted each bullet that was fired.

She quickly moved back, reloading a new cylinder.

"Traitor!" the Holy Envoy roared in anger, charging straight at her hiding place.

But this time, the situation they were in was completely reversed.

No longer confined by a small room, Nightingale took a step back, and the opponent would have to spend more than ten steps to catch up, while the effective range of the revolver was about fifty meters, far exceeding the range of the witch's abilities. 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 reduced the hit rate to only one or two out of five bullets hitting the target, she had plenty of time to reload a new cylinder, continuously aiming and firing.

The silver light band gradually dimmed. After the fifth round of shooting, one bullet hit her left shoulder, and the second bullet pierced her abdomen. The Holy Envoy could no longer support herself, staggering a few steps before falling to the ground.

Nightingale didn't rush to approach the opponent, but instead returned to the shattered position of the carriage, picked up a God's Stone of Retribution, and then walked towards the Holy Envoy – her retreat route was completely around the carriage, to facilitate the search of the scene afterwards.

When she walked to the blood-soaked witch, the other party suddenly stretched out her only movable right hand, only to find that the silver light band did not pierce the enemy's body as imagined.

"You damned devil, God will judge you!" she said through clenched teeth, spitting blood.

Nightingale expressionlessly aimed the gun at the Holy Envoy's chest, "Is that so? I'll be waiting for that day."

Then she pulled the trigger.