High School of Demon Hunting-Chapter 1501 - 245: Terrible Good News

Nikita did not choose to conflict with the city of Wusa or the Wusa Temple, bringing a sigh of relief to everyone present.

Be it the three-headed Elder Zu Ge or the old cat.

The Three-headed Black Flood Dragon had once again transformed into a black bracelet, hanging back on Nikita’s wrist. However, compared to before, the bracelet’s clasp showed slight damage, and its luster had also diminished significantly.

Even though it was a Black Flood Dragon whose tier almost matched that of a Big Wizard, and Nikita had already weakened the power of the Fu Bullet, directly enduring the Blood Symbol Bullet still inflicted tremendous damage on the Black Flood Dragon.

Zhuzhu followed behind the Female Demon, walking towards the outside of the tavern, stealing glances at the black bracelet on her wrist, thinking to herself what a pity. If that bracelet were hers, she certainly would not have met such danger—had she been in charge, she definitely would not have entered this magical mini-city alone, leaving her ’army’ outside the city.

But in front of Nikita, she would never admit it.

"We shouldn’t have wasted so much breath on them," the little Female Demon complained with a sigh of relief, murmuring softly, "...If we had let Hei out to bite them to death right from the start, they definitely wouldn’t have been able to escape."

Nikita walked in front of Zhuzhu, lowering her head to glance at her semi-transparent palm, sighing lightly.

Overusing magic power had greatly diminished her presence in Dreamland. She didn’t dare to imagine the consequences if she had been hit head-on by that Blood Symbol Bullet.

However, the frustration following the standoff only intensified her interest in capturing Zheng Qing.

"Picking the fruit right when it ripens and eating it immediately is indeed the best way to ensure its freshness," the Female Demon pushed open the butterfly door, strolled out of Minis Tavern, onto the empty street, her voice rustling between the blue stone slabs and the wooden window ridges, "...But if you want the food to taste richer, it needs seasoning, it needs to be cellared, it needs fermentation... Language and thought are the best seasonings in this process. And cellaring or fermentation both require time."

"But the timing of those temple Priests’ arrival was just too coincidental!" Zhuzhu read the room, glancing at Nikita’s face while indignant on her behalf, grumbling: "They didn’t come sooner or later, but precisely when those little ones were escaping..."

From inside the tavern behind, came the unpleasant cough of that old cat.

Zhuzhu had no intention of tiptoeing around it.

On the contrary, Nikita showed not the slightest dissatisfaction, she did not look angry or disheartened at all, but simply raised her head, her expression subtly shifting to the sky flowing with Dreamland’s hues, and quietly replied, "Under Destiny, there are no coincidences. In other words, either they were lucky, or the Wusa Temple’s timing was providential, because Destiny had arranged it so..."

Zhuzhu had never realized her companion’s belief in destiny was this severe.

"Destiny, that bitch meddles way too much," the little Female Demon grumbled discontentedly.

"Order and Chaos have never had a clear boundary," Nikita simply thought of the essence of Wizards and Demons, and then had a moment of enlightenment, "So when Destiny intervenes in one part, the other will be affected accordingly, we should have known this from the start... Where do you think they’ll Escape to?"

Zhuzhu stood at the street corner, watching the silhouette of Wusa, growing increasingly blurry in the twilight, with a flicker of red light in her eyes.

"Any direction is possible," the little Female Demon looked carefully in all directions, ultimately coming to a dispiriting conclusion, "Unless that Elder from the Wusa Temple offers some hints, it is simply impossible to find those little ones in such a vast Dreamland."

Nikita’s red pupils looked towards the horizon where the orange Sun sat, and then she suddenly smiled gently.

"At the end of August last year, it was the first time I met Zheng Qing," she said to the little female demon reminiscently: "His clumsiness and sweetness left a very profound impression on me. Today is the second time I am facing him, and perhaps it’s due to the absence of that sweet scent, so I feel his clumsiness even more acutely."

"Clumsy...ness?" Zhuzhu blinked, obviously not grasping the deep meaning of the word.

"Yes, clumsiness." Nikita smiled slightly: "Perhaps we do not know the direction of their escape, but following that silly little guy’s thought process, we can guess where he wants to go."

The little female demon blinked and suddenly showed a hint of realization, raising a finger to point at herself.

"He will come to find me!"

Nikita patted the little demon girl’s head: "To be precise, he wants to find the owner of this face you’re wearing, and also to capture your true form when you are not wearing this face."

"This is really bad good news." Zhuzhu spat on the ground: "So, are we going back to the Enchanted Forest? If that little girl is still alive."

"She will be alive." Nikita turned around and walked toward the outskirts of Wusa City, her voice sounding somewhat indifferent in the twilight: "She has struggled for so long, even willing to drink poison to survive; she won’t die that easily. Just like all that you and I have been through..."

On the streets of Wusa City.

The slanting sunlight became softer, stretching the shadows of the two female demons longer and longer.

The sky flowed with dream-like colors, reflecting in the city, which also seemed more magnificent.

The colors on the stone walls brushed with white lime changed in the sun, from pink to a mysteriously enticing purplish-red. The orange-yellow lights began to appear one by one behind the wooden lattice windows, reflecting the figures moving within.

From the direction of the Wusa Temple, melodious bell chimes resonated, cleansing the streets that had buzzed all day.

In this moment of tranquility.

A few streets away from the female demons.

The young wizards of the Absolution Hunting Team were swiftly escaping in the direction away from Wusa.

Below them was a swirling white mist; the Cloud Sliding Talisman had dematerialized their legs, using such talismans could reduce the chances of being tracked to the greatest extent.

Around them, they were adorned with various colored talismans, which glowed faintly in the afterglow of the setting sun. The wisps of smoke produced when the talismans were consumed interwove with the white clouds beneath them, making the silhouettes of these young hunters increasingly indistinct.

Just as Nikita was wary of Zheng Qing’s Blood Symbol Bullet and ultimately failed to prevent the Absolution Hunting Team from leaving, these young wizards from the First University also felt the immense pressure from Nikita and the Three-Headed Black Flood Dragon, and were not able to deal with the Faceless Demon. freёnovelkiss.com

"However, thanks to the intervention of the Wusa Temple, we have a chance to regroup." Xin Fat Man fiddled with the watch on his wrist, his skin’s blue hue still not fully recovered, showing a tinge of grey-white: "... Perhaps afterward we should thank Elder Atar."

"If he really wanted to help, he should have slapped those two fairies to death!" Zhang Ji Xin shook the reins and turned his head, answering irritably: "Instead of pretending to play peacemaker!"