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The forest was full of ancient trees and tangle of branches, with only a muddy trail winding its way into the depths of the forest. Scattered sunlight shone through the dense canopy, dispelling the darkness in the woods and adding a touch of brightness to the only trail.
At this moment, on the path, a girl in white was running in a panic.
It had rained yesterday, and the already narrow path had become extremely muddy. She stumbled as she ran, and her white nun's uniform, which represented holiness, was covered in mud. Even one of her boots had been lost, but it still couldn't hide her beautiful figure and her pure and innocent aura.
Because of exhaustion, her face turned pale, but she still tightly grasped the silver cross hanging on the long chain around her neck, and prayed with a trembling voice: "Merciful and great God of Light, please show your grace and save us~"
"Katherina, hurry! Run!" A young warrior suddenly rushed up from behind, pulled her forward, and ran away with a look of grief and anger on his pale face. "That damn God of Light is already dead, what's the point of praying?"
He looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. He held a long steel sword in his hand and wore well-made leather armor. With his sturdy figure, he looked quite capable in combat.
Unfortunately, he had been hit by an arrow in the back, and the arrow feathers trembled as he ran. There was a cut on his abdomen, and he only had time to wrap it with cloth. Blood continued to ooze out of the wound, which was shocking.
Behind the two men, several soldiers armed with spears or bows and arrows were chasing them quickly.
These soldiers were wearing sturdy leather armor, and the weapons in their hands were shining coldly. They looked at the two men as if they were lambs to be slaughtered, with ferocious and murderous eyes.
They walked briskly on the muddy path, and soon they were getting closer and closer.
"Great God of Light, please bestow your grace and save us~" The girl in white had despair in her eyes and heart, but she still refused to give up, and prayed softly while panting.
To this day, she actually no longer has any hope that the God of Light is still alive, but now that she is at the end of her rope, this is the only straw she can grasp.
Unfortunately, like every time before, her prayers went unanswered.
There was a hint of despair in her blue eyes.
Could it be that the God of Light has really fallen? Could it be that they are really destined to die here today
Suddenly.
Katherina slipped and fell heavily.
The fall was extremely severe and she landed heavily on the ground. She rolled twice before stopping when she hit a tree root nearby. She was shaking with pain and couldn't even stand up.
"Oops!"
The young soldier's face suddenly changed.
He quickly reached out to grab Catherine, lifted her up with great effort, and wanted to continue running with her.
However, even though he reacted quickly, he was still a step too late. In the blink of an eye, the soldiers had already caught up with them and surrounded them like wolves and tigers.
They are all private soldiers directly under Baron Gunderyar.
"Hahaha~ Girl, you're quite a runner, aren't you? Keep running~"
The bearded leader let out a strange laugh and approached the two men step by step with a shiny spear in hand. The spear was still stained with scarlet blood, which made people feel cold.