Run!" A shadow guard dragged Angelina through the woods in a hurry. The guard's left arm was empty except for a broken sleeve that was still dripping with blood. The black tights on his back had also been split open by a knife that ran across his entire shoulder. The flesh inside was visible to the naked eye, and the wound was so deep that the bone could be seen. Fresh blood soaked the guard's clothes.
Angelina ran quickly with the help of the shadow guard, disregarding her image. Her long hair that was once tied up was now scattered, and there were many scratches on her sleeves. Fortunately, she didn't suffer any injuries, but perhaps it was deliberately done by the pursuers. Angelina's snow-white boots had been worn out at this time. Although they were made by the best tailor in the royal capital, this pair of boots had reached the end of their useful life. As for the princess's long dress, there was no need to mention it. It was torn, dirty, sweaty and other factors. At first glance, this dress that looked like a work of art now looked like a linen blouse worn by an ordinary village girl. Not bad, a blouse. The princess's clothes had nothing to do with a long dress.
Of the two remaining shadow guards, only the survivor who had lost an arm and was seriously injured was left.
There was a red light behind them, and no one knew how many Blood Red people were still chasing them in the dark. Among them, the most conspicuous was Leit, who was clad in armour and had taken off his mask. At this time, Leit's eyes flashed with a scarlet light and he smiled cruelly. A shallow scratch on the left side of Leit's face slowly oozed blood, which made Angelina, who was running in front of him, look even more horrified. Leit was still holding a broken arm in his hand, which was still bleeding. It seemed that it had been torn off not long ago.
The scratch on Leit's face was given by the shadow guard jarl, Lane. That guy was indeed worthy of being the jarl of the Faustian shadow guards. He really had some tricks up his sleeve. Under the circumstances where Leit was crushing his strength, he still managed to resist Leit with all his might. He had a stance of exchanging blows with Leit, and Leit didn't want to get into a fight with him. Fortunately, he wasn't the only one here. The Shadow Guard Captain, who had already unleashed all of his life force and potential, was left to Kashir to deal with. Even though Ryan, who was weaker than Kashir, used a secret technique to force out his potential and consumed his life force, Kashir was still able to deal with him easily. He didn't even need Kashir to do anything. All he needed to do was restrain Clayon. After a period of time, when Clayon's life force was exhausted, he could easily take Clayon's head.
As for the stronger Wright, he chased after the three kittens that had taken advantage of the chaos to escape. Along the way, Leit had already dealt with a shadow guard. Just now, he had torn off the left arm of the remaining shadow guard. Although Leit was proficient in the scimitar and used it to cut more smoothly, it was unknown if it was because he had been on the battlefield for too long, but Leit's mentality had already become somewhat abnormal. He preferred to torture and kill his enemies, watching them scream miserably and helplessly, letting them die in fear. As for the target of their mission, he didn't dare to touch him. If he was injured, it would be difficult to explain himself. So, Angelina wasn't injured at this time.
The remaining shadow guards were already running as fast as they could. They even forcefully used a secret technique taught by the shadow guards that only low-rank Knechts could use. However, Leit, whose footsteps were as ethereal as a ghost, still followed them at a moderate pace, like a bloody reaper harvesting lives. Although the injured shadow guard had gone through a lot of willpower training in the shadow guard, he couldn't help but feel despair at this time. The invincible, terrifying crimson armoured man reminded him of the days when he had just joined the shadow guard and the days when he was trained like a devil by his instructor. That memory was etched in the depths of his heart, a memory that was unforgettable.
Perhaps it was the pain of his left arm being torn, or the fear of Leit, or the memories of the painstakingly unforgettable past. The shadow guard who was running with the princess suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed, "Ah!!!" He pushed Angelina forward, pulled out a signal device from his waist that was given to him by Sir Lane when they were escaping, and fired it into the sky. He then turned around and rushed towards Leit.
"Run, Princess! Run in the direction where the flare was fired! "The shadow guard roared.
Princess Angelina was pushed nearly 20 metres away by the shadow guard. After falling to the ground, she did not stop or look back. Instead, she ran in the direction where the flare was fired. It was a stored magic missile, a beginner-level magic trick. However, to engrave it on a bamboo tube flare, at least a low-rank or even a mid-rank Lehrling could do it. Princess Angelina was no stranger to it.
"Oh! You've broken through? " Leit grinned. He was quite surprised by this miracle that rarely happened on the battlefield. The Faustian shadow guard in front of him had obviously broken through to a low-rank Knecht in a desperate situation. This was also the reason why he had the ability to turn back and attack after running for such a long time. However, a low-rank Knecht was still an ant in front of Leit. Not to mention, it was a piece of trash that had lost an arm and was seriously injured.
Leit's left hand drew from his waist and a blood-red scimitar appeared in his hand. Leit swung the scimitar beautifully and looked at the shadow guard who was rushing towards him excitedly, as if he was looking at a dessert that had suddenly appeared. "You guys continue chasing. Remember, don't hurt anyone!" Leit said to the people around him. The Blood Red soldiers under him were more than enough to deal with a girl who did not have the strength to truss a chicken.
The shadow guard's death made Princess Angelina's heart wrench. She remembered that Sir Lane had done the same thing. In order to protect her, he was determined to die facing another equally powerful crimson armoured man. There were also the shadow guards who had protected her not long ago, the maids who had grown up with her, and so on. Princess Angelina wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and continued to run forward. The Blood Red soldiers behind her followed closely. With their speed, they could catch up with Princess Angelina at any time.
In this moment of crisis, Princess Angelina remembered what her teacher had once said: "All magic has a practical use, be it for research or for fighting. A good caster must use the magic they know perfectly for themselves." Princess Angelina only knew three minor spells at present. Lighten, which she used to assist her teacher in pouring beakers in the laboratory, could make large beakers lighter; Illuminate, which was used to light the alcohol lamp on the alchemy table, or sometimes for illumination at night; and Cleanse, which was used to clean the body. Although Princess Angelina's clothes were torn and dirty these two days, her body was still as smooth as jade. This was because she had secretly used Cleanse on herself once when she was resting.
"Lighten." Angelina chanted the spell silently. This was a trick she had used countless times before. She used it to operate the instruments in experiments, but this was the first time she used it on her body. I hope it works. Angelina prayed for it. Fortunately, Angelina's running speed was indeed faster. Although she was still not as strong as the Blood Red soldiers with impetus, at least she could run a little longer and fight for a little longer.
The light of the white magic missile cut through the night. The light comparable to the stars and the faint elemental fluctuations attracted the attention of all the surrounding creatures. Princess Angelina had never thought that the launch of a magic missile at night would be so beautiful.
Sir Lane, whose body was stiff and face was covered in blood, also saw the light on the horizon not far away. All the blood vessels in Sir Lane's body were damaged to varying degrees after using the secret technique. His aorta had burst, and the blood on his face was spurted out from the blood vessels in Sir Lane's shoulder. At this time, Lane's body had lost almost a third of its blood. His blood vessels began to stiffen due to the lack of blood nourishment. His muscles were necrotic and stiff under the dual stimulation of the secret spell and impetus. Lane, who was in the prime of his life, seemed to have aged a lot at this moment. The moment he saw the light in the sky, Sir Lane's expression was desolate and lonely. But soon, Sir Lane's expression became firm and persistent.
Kashir looked at the change in Lane's expression in front of him. He also knew his opponent's decision and sighed. He planned to give this' knight 'a dignified death.
Sir Ryan stimulated the little remaining Combat Energy in his body. With a hoarse voice, he took heavy steps and pounced on Kashir. Kashir remained motionless in his blood-red armor. His expression remained unchanged under his mask as he watched the Shadow Guard Captain charge at him. Just as the two of them were about to meet, Kashir pushed out his spear. After the spear pierced through Lionheart's throat, he quickly pulled it out. Lionheart spat out a faint arrow of blood. Lionheart struggled to hold on and staggered two steps before collapsing to the ground.
Locke and Solon were barbecuing a pheasant sent by the soldiers by the campfire. It was dinner time at this time, so the soldiers around them sat together in twos and threes to eat their dinner. Solon didn't mind sitting together and chatting with a group of platoon jarls. They were either talking about the interesting stories of the nobles or the prosperity of Bideslane. The group of uncouth men were fascinated by Solon's stories. Solon had only come to the barracks after the bloody battle in Gordon Heights. Before that, he had stayed in Bideslane for a long time, so he was very familiar with it.
Locke was also listening absent-mindedly. He had heard the things that Solon was talking about more than once after getting familiar with him. Back then, he was the one who begged Solon to tell him about it. Like other platoon jarls, commoners generally yearned for a level that they couldn't reach. But when he actually came into contact with it, he realized that it was actually not the case. When he was still a squad jarl, he was already curious about the platoon jarls having dinner with the baron. Now, it wasn't the first time he had eaten with the baron at the same table. Everyone ate normally and talked about things. His impression of the baron was less serious than before, and he was more intimate with him.
There were many dark clouds tonight, which covered the moon that was supposed to shine. Only some stars in the corners were unwilling to be left out, twinkling to show their existence. A meteor streaked across the mountains in the distance, attracting Locke's attention. However, the roast chicken in his hand was almost done. Locke quickly spun it to make the fire more uniform. After a few years of military life in the wilderness, every soldier had developed a good barbecue technique.
Wait, a meteor streaked across the mountains? Locke suddenly looked up. On the horizon, after exhausting all of its energy, the ray of light dissipated into the horizon.
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