Chapter 549 (1/2)

Chapter 549: Agatha’s Decision

Translator: TransN Editor: TransN

Lightning flew to the bottom of the balloon, found the powder sac affixed to the airbag and pulled out the fuse. Upon seeing the white smoke exiting the powder sac, she immediately flew straight towards the sea.

It was a simple self-destruct device. Once the enemies began following the balloon, the decoys must destroy the “Farsight” to avoid an embarrassing situation where the demons became too occupied by the novel device instead of chasing the witches.

There was a loud explosion just as Lightning touched sea. With a flash, the sky lit up.

Lightning looked up and saw the airbag puff up and become a huge red fireball with a bright orange color in the middle with dark red smoke rolling on the edges. The flames, like the setting sun, stayed ablaze for quite a long time.

She watched a demon come too close to the roaring flames. It flipped over and set itself on fire before falling to the sea with its mount.

The other four demons, who fled from the smoke below, sprang up toward Lightning.

Until now, everything had been going as planned.

The demons were not that clever after all.

Lightning raised the corner of her mouth and flew close to the sea towards the forest.

The plan was to lead them to the depth of the woods where Leaf could control everything.

Everything was ready in the hunting ground, and Leaf was waiting quietly for the demons to fall into the trap.

The dense branches, vines and saw grass would inevitably be a nightmare for the enemies

—if they could dream.

…

Sylvie used the Eye of Magic to search the ambush area. The woods under Leaf’s control glowed green. From the sky, it was like a flask had embedded in the earth with its mouth facing toward the Swirling Sea while its neck remained several kilometers away.

Despite feeling dizzy, she scanned the inner part of every tree. The numerous details swarming around her head caused great pain. Sylvie finally found Agatha who hid in a large tree close to the mouth of the flask.

“Why did you come here?” The trunk cracked open as Maggie fell to the earth. Agatha poked out her head and asked, “Was the plan for enticing demons unsuccessful?”

“No, it worked. Five demons followed.” She jumped down from the mount’s back and lifted the white-haired little girl who had returned to her human form. Sylvie hid in the tree hastily. “But three of them are different!”

“What’s the difference?”

Sylvie detailed the odd demons she had seen and found Agatha in shock.

Her heart sank. “Are they difficult to deal with?”

Agatha took a long time to recollect herself and then said with an anxious look. “The demons with ropes are Fearsome Demons, they are horrible killers to common people. But witches don’t need to fear them, as long as we avoid looking them in the eye. Underneath their charred face hides the real eyes of Fearsome Demons.”

“I see,” Sylvie muttered. In ancient witches’ stories, their enemies would be terrified immediately by these demons and then they would feel afraid, timid, confused and desperate. A mortal troop of around 100 men could often be routed by only three or four fearsome demons. Most people were too fearful to think. They just knelt down in tremor waiting to be slain. Even if the God’s Stone of Retaliation could weaken this effect greatly, it could not remove such feelings completely. The demons seemed to be born with this ability to control people’s emotions, and no obvious fluctuation of their magic power could be perceived.

“What about the Armored Demon? It can fly alone, is it the Lord of Hell?”