High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 1478: Chapter 222: Target, Wusa

The invisibility cloak provided by Jiang Yu was quite large, but it was still not enough to completely hide the figures of two adult witches, so they stood very close to each other under the cloak and moved very cautiously.

Although Zheng Qing felt they were far away from the Protecting Legal Formation and those brown-outlined creatures in the oak forest would definitely not find them, after hearing the witch’s soft nagging, he followed her advice, minimized his movements, and moved even closer to the witch.

As their bodies touched more, the initial awkwardness slowly faded away.

Zheng Qing was finally able to chat with Jiang Yu in a slightly more natural state.

”Wow,” the young cost-student sighed lightly, trying to make small talk, ”Did you see that mushroom cloud just now? It was so beautiful...”

”I feel like you used an excessive amount of Explosion charms.” The witch made a candid comment.

”Safety first, safety first.” The warlock half-seriously and half-boastfully tapped the Grey Cloth Bag hanging by his side, ”When you are out and about, safety is the most important, besides, these consumables can be drawn anytime, anywhere.”

As he spoke, the tail of the Black Cat behind him swung left and right involuntarily, as if echoing his cheerful mood. The tip of the tail brushed against Jiang Yu, and the witch struggled to suppress the urge to pull the Black Cat’s tail, the pair of furry cat ears in her hair trembling slightly from the effort.

”We’re moving a bit slow.” She tugged at the vine in her hand, urging the Gouzi to run faster, and elbowed the warlock beside her, ”...You’re too close.”

Zheng Qing’s clean face instantly turned red.

Outside the invisibility cloak, in front of the vine bridles, there seemed to be chuckling among the Furry Beans, the young cost-student feeling embarrassed and annoyed, shook the ’bridle’ hard, and whispered:

”Run steadily... stay further away from the river!”

The ribbon-like small river beside the warlock and witches flowed slowly backwards, its surface sparkling, with no sign of life. When the small river wound around several continuous hills and flowed to the end, Zheng Qing’s view suddenly opened up.

The ribbon-like small river merged into a wide blue river.

It seemed as though someone had cut out a section of the sky above their heads and tossed it onto this wildland; blue sky, white clouds, sunlight, mixed together, flowing in the river channel.

On both sides of the blue river, roads crossed back and forth, dotted with small fields, occasionally embellished with wispy smoke, fences, and cottages. It’s like stepping from wilderness into the civilized world in an instant.

A bit further.

On the opposite side of the blue river, a dark small city could vaguely be seen.

The five Furry Beans joyfully barked, rushing directly towards the direction of that small city.

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Nikita stood on the edge of a deep pit.

Dressed in a brand-new robe and little leather shoes, ’Zhuzhu’ sat not far from the Female Demon on a tree stump, stepping on several soft and plump Zuges underneath, and leaning on a few strong Zuges behind her, looking up through the gaps in the tree leaves at the dappled sunlight, comfortably squinting her eyes.

This is the site of ruins supposed by Jiang Yu after the explosion of the Protecting Legal Formation.

Though termed as ruins, hardly any trace was left here — a violent explosion had almost leveled this small hill, followed by the enraged Shatak birds spitting on these ruins under the leadership of their shrill screams.

The saliva of the Shatak compared to the most ancient Green Dragon, mixed with various toxic and corrosive liquids. Already devastated by the explosion, and further subjected to the baptism of the Shatak bird’s saliva, thus, when Nikita arrived from the depths of the Enchanted Forest, all that laid before her was a huge pit exuding a pungent odor, depths reaching several meters.

In such ruins, not to speak of distinguishing traces of magic once used, restoring its original appearance was an almost impossible task.

The Female Demon stared at the deep pit expressionlessly, silent for a long while.

The flock of Shatak birds still circled above the oak forest, casting a deep shadow. However, the leader of the flock, the biggest Shatak, was not among its community.

It lay prostrate below the slope, wings spread wide, its massive horse-like head almost burrowing into the earth, the two remaining limbs, shortened to about a meter, strangely angled backwards, the wounds not yet fully healed, green blood soaking the rough and coarse stony ground.

But this Big Bird showed no signs of its previous irritability.

It simply spread its wings, trembling all over, silently waiting for the Female Demon’s judgement.

”Mistake is the worst word in this world.”

The Female Demon gazed at the deep pit, her tone indifferent as she commented, ”A momentary lapse can cause prolonged pain and tragedy... Perhaps you think a broken leg is very painful, but believe me, there are many things in this world that are more tragic than breaking both legs.”

The head of the Shatak sunk even lower, its body trembling more intensely.

The Female Demon suddenly felt a wave of disinterest.

She shook her wrist, letting the mini Three-headed Black Flood Dragon coiled around it fall to the ground, casually commanded: ”Your dinner.”

After departing from Nikita’s wrist, the Black Flood Dragon grew upon facing the wind, quickly transitioning from the thickness of chopsticks to that of a teacup, then to that of a bowl, and then a bucket. By the time it landed, its body was thicker than the thickest old oak in the oak forest.

There were no fights, no screams, and no struggles.

As if an eerie wind blew from the deepest abyss, the Black Flood Dragon’s left and right heads seized the Shatak leader’s wings, and its central head clamped onto its neck; with a single tug, it tore apart this creature resembling a small whale.

Green blood fell like raindrops, splashing between the scorched leaves and upheaved soil, marking the edge of the oak forest with a chilling color.

Nikita’s gaze shifted from the deep pit to her feet.

Beneath her feet, several aged Zu Ges crouched, time had taken away the gloss from their fur and their boldness, but it had bestowed them with ample wisdom.

Unlike that ugly Big Bird, underneath whose large skull, the volume of its grey matter was not even as large as a fist of Zu Ge.

”It’s your turn now.”

”I hope you can say something useful.” The Female Demon twirled her fingers around her dangling long hair and casually kicked away the nearest Zu Ge with her foot, watching its brown body trace a beautiful arc in mid-air, her mood finally improving slightly, ”...Otherwise, I’ll feed all of you to Black Cat for supper.”

The Three-headed Black Flood Dragon turned its head back, opened its mouth, and tried to show a submissive smile.

The green blood running down its fangs and corners of the mouth made this smile particularly ferocious, utterly unpersuasive.