God Level Civilization

In the forest, the ground is covered with ancient trees with twisted branches and vines.
The only path available to navigate through the forest is a muddy one that leads to its depths.
The dense canopy filters occasional sunlight, which adds a touch of brightness to the lone path.

At this moment, a young woman in white is running frantically along the muddy path.
Yesterday’s rain has turned the already narrow path into a muddy mess.
Due to her frantic running, she stumbles and falls, causing her pure white nun’s habit to become.
Additionally, one of her boots goes missing in the process.
Despite this, the woman’s beauty and pure aura remain unmistakable.

Note: A nun’s habit is a distinctive religious garment that is traditionally worn by nuns as a symbol of their religious vocation and devotion to God.
It typically consists of a long, loose-fitting tunic or dress that is worn over a white undergarment, and a veil that covers the head and shoulders.
The color and style of the habit may vary depending on the religious order and its traditions.

Despite her exhaustion, she clings tightly to a silver cross hanging from a long chain around her neck, tremblingly praying, “Oh, merciful and great God of Light, please bestow your divine grace and save us.”

“Catherine, hurry up and run!” A young warrior suddenly rushes up from behind, grabs her, and runs forward.
His face is pale with a look of grief and anger.
“That goddamn God of Light has been dead for a long time.
What’s the use of praying?”

He looks no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, carrying a finely crafted steel longsword and wearing well-made leather armor that complements his sturdy figure.
Unfortunately, an arrow is already lodged in his back, and the feather quivers lightly as he runs.
His abdomen is also cut open, only hastily bandaged with cloth, and the wound continues to bleed, a ghastly sight.

Several soldiers with long spears or bows and arrows are following them closely behind.

These soldiers are wearing sturdy leather armor and holding weapons that gleam with a cold light.
They look at the two like lambs to be slaughtered, their eyes glowing with ferocity.

They move quickly on the muddy path, catching up with the two in no time.

“Great God of Light, please bestow your divine grace and save us!” The white-clad girl is desperate, but she still refuses to give up, gasping and praying softly.

By now, she has little hope that the God of Light is still alive, but at this moment of crisis, it is the only straw she can cling to for survival.

Unfortunately, as with every previous time, her prayers go unanswered.

A hint of despair flashes through her deep blue eyes.

Has the God of Light really fallen? Are they really destined to die here today?

Suddenly, Catherine slips and falls heavily.

She falls hard, tumbling twice before hitting a nearby tree root and coming to a stop.
The pain shakes her whole body, and she can’t even stand up.

“Oh no!”

The young warrior’s face turned pale instantly.
He quickly reached out and grabbed Catherine, struggling to lift her up, intending to continue running with her.

However, even though he had reacted quickly, he was still one step too late.
In the blink of an eye, the soldiers had caught up to them, surrounding them like wolves.

They were all directly under the command of Baron Gruberg, his personal guards.

“Hahaha, little girl, aren’t you good at running? Keep running!” The bearded leader laughed strangely, brandishing his sharp, gleaming spear and advancing towards them step by step.
The spear was stained with crimson blood, sending chills down their spines.

“Get out of the way!” The young warrior’s heart tightened as he immediately grabbed Catherine and shielded her behind him, brandishing his sword and shouting angrily at the bearded man, “Catherine is a nun, a servant of the god of light.
How dare you, blaspheme her!”

Although he no longer believed in the god of light, he couldn’t afford to think too much at this moment and decided to bluff his way through.

“Blaspheme?” The bearded man was taken aback for a moment, then laughed arrogantly as if he had heard a joke.
“Idiot! The emperor has publicly announced the fall of the god of light, and a nationwide order has been issued to exterminate the temple of light.
You still believe in that nonsense god of light, how ridiculous!”

“That’s impossible.
Father Luke listened to the will of the god of light more than a year ago!” Catherine’s face turned pale, struggling like a desperate mother lion, “The great Lord of Light, how could he fall?!”

One year ago, Wu Hui had not yet inherited the position of the God of Light

“Father Luke?” The bearded man sneered, “Are you talking about the madman who dared to spread heretical teachings in the holy city? Hahaha, if the god of light was still alive, why didn’t he show any miracles when that madman was judged in the holy city square half a year ago?”

Catherine’s face turned even paler at his words, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Although she had heard bad rumors before, she could not believe it.
She never imagined that it was all true.
Father Luke, he really…died a martyr.

Catherine tightly held the silver cross that Father Luke had entrusted to her before he left, tears falling like raindrops, dripping down her tender white cheeks.

“Hahaha, little nun, give up! If that so-called god of light were still alive, how could he allow us to destroy the temple of light and the monastery without any consequences? He would have already punished us with a miracle.” The bearded man laughed strangely,

“I advise you to give up resistance and have some fun with us brothers.
When we’re done playing, we might spare your life,” he said.

“Shut up!!”

The young warrior endured and endured, but finally couldn’t take it anymore.
He roared and charged forward, thrusting his sword fiercely towards the bearded man’s face.
“Catherine, don’t waste time with them, go! I’ll cover your retreat!”

His swordsmanship was impressive, clearly the result of systematic instruction and long-term training.
With lightning speed and ferocity, he forced the bearded man to step back.

Unfortunately, his injuries were too severe, and he was outnumbered.
Even though he temporarily drove the bearded man back, he was unable to pursue the advantage due to his weakened state.
In a blink of an eye, he was once again surrounded.

Under the combined attack of several soldiers, he suffered two new wounds in a short amount of time.
His clothes were drenched in blood, turning crimson all over.

“Merciful and great God, are you really going to abandon your people?”

Watching the young warrior’s bloody battle, Catherine’s eyes were filled with tears, and her blue eyes were filled with deep despair.

At this point, even if she could escape, what difference would it make? Everywhere outside was being searched by soldiers for so-called “remnants of the light”.
She was just a helpless little nun with no protection.
Even if she managed to escape the soldiers’ pursuit, she might not even be able to get out of this forest, where beasts roamed freely.

Was there really no hope left?

Catherine bit her lower lip, and the delicate petals were bitten until they bled.
However, she didn’t seem to feel the pain.
She still tightly held the silver cross in her hand, even with her knuckles turning white.

One last time.

Let her try one last time.

If it didn’t work, it didn’t matter.
She could die today like Father Luke did, and become a martyr.

At this thought, she suddenly felt a surge of courage in her heart, and her eyes became incredibly determined.
She closed her eyes tightly, held the silver cross in both hands, and sang a hopeful hymn through her tears.

“Great Lord of Light, you are the only star in the eternal night, guiding your lost children towards the light.
I praise you, the great Lord of Light…”

Her ethereal voice drifted through the dim forest.

The threads of sunlight shone through the trees and fell upon Catherine’s muddy and disheveled body and face.
Despite her appearance, she exuded a faint sense of sanctity in this moment.

Unknowingly, she stood up straight, and even her voice no longer trembled.
It had become firm and unwavering.

“Catherine!”

Young warrior Landen watched this scene with bloodshot eyes, feeling sad and hopeless.

He wished Catherine could leave him and escape alone in this situation, but he knew deep down that Catherine was not that kind of person.

Even among the many nuns in the monastery, Catherine was the purest.
She was always gentle and determined, and even Father Luke praised her as a good candidate for becoming a noble nun.

How could someone like her abandon herself in despair?

“Ah~” Landen sighed, knowing that they were all going to die here this time.
His eyes showed a desperate determination.

“Hahaha~ what a foolish nun.
She’s about to die, yet she’s still singing hymns,” said the stubble-bearded man as he pushed Landen away with a gun, looking at the two of them with a mocking expression.
“Since your god of light is so great, come on, show us a miracle.
That bullshit light…”

However, before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly froze in place.

Because at that moment, the white silver cross pendant in Catherine’s hand suddenly burst into a dazzling white light that blinded everyone’s eyes.