Chapter 553 (1/2)

Chapter 553: The Trophy

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“Gems? Coo!” Maggie parted the white hair covering her forehead to reveal her curious eyes.

“They’re Magic Stones,” said Agatha. She picked the stones up to take a closer look and added, “I’ve no idea what kinds of Magic Stones they are, but judging from their color, they must be high-quality God’s Stones of Retaliation before being changed into Magic Stones by the Chaos Beast.”

“The trophy we get from a Senior Demon must be something good,” Leaf said while smiling. “I’m just surprised that it hid the box inside its body.”

“Oh, you remind me. Are there boxes like this one in the other dead demons’ bodies? Coo! I’ll go and check!” Maggie said excitedly.

“Watch out for the tanks restoring the Red Mist!” Agatha warned.

In less than ten minutes, Maggie came back with two black boxes in her hands and said, “I found them in the demons wearing colorful clothes.”

Nightingale pulled some Magic Stones out from the two boxes though they were dimmer and smaller than the stones of the first box.

Agatha gathered all the Magic Stones together and then could not help but frown.

“Is there anything wrong?” asked Nightingale.

“It seems that there are too many Magic Stones,” Agatha answered.

“Isn’t it a happy thing for you to get so many of them?” asked Nightingale.

Agatha shook her head slightly and explained, “The Union killed thousands of Fearsome Demons, but it was still hard to collect Magic Stones. That’s why the Quest Society did everything to capture and raise Chaos Beasts. Why do they carry so many Magic Stones?”

“Maybe that’s their savings, accumulated in over 400 years? It’s just like an unlucky guy who pooled all his savings, hoping to start a peaceful life in his hometown, but got killed and robbed by us on the way.” Nightingale suggested with a strained smile.

However, no one laughed. All of them knew clearly that if the numerous demons had been producing Magic Stones in the past 400 years, they now must have an incredible amount of war resources.

To break the dead silence, Agatha said, “Well, it’s no use thinking too much. After all, we have to fight against them anyway. There’re no two ways about it.”

…

Guided by Lightning, the First Army finally arrived at the woods.

“Are you alright?” Wendy hurriedly jumped off Lightning’s back to check the witches one by one. “Anna…”

“Don’t worry. She just fainted because of magic power exhaustion.” Nightingale comforted Wendy. “Everybody is alright.”

“I’ve told her, but she just kept rushing me,” said Lightning. Her head had been wrapped up, and only several wisps of hair could be seen on her forehead.

“Wh-What are these? Are they demons?” Brian asked in shock, looking at the bodies put in a row on the ground.

“Yes, dead demons. You have to tell your soldiers to bring them back, including their remains, armors, clothes and weapons. None of those things should be left behind. That’s His Majesty’s order.” Nightingale shrugged and said.

“Yes! I’ll take care of this.” Brian’s face suddenly hardened, hearing the order.

“What a pity! We didn’t catch a demon alive. The plan to make Sigils has to be postponed again.” Agatha said with a sigh.

“A living demon? There’s probably one.” Lightning tilted her head and said.

“What? Where?” All the people simultaneously turned to look at Lightning.