Chapter 74: The Ambushed Assassins, Colin: It Was Nothing More Than the Angel’s Test

Colin’s expression was grave.

He could feel that the very heart of this city was being gnawed away by invisible worms.

Not only the citizens’ flesh—but also order, and hope!

The two quickened their pace.

They walked toward the towering lord’s castle in the center of the city.

“As long as we can see Baroness Erica, I believe there’s still a chance to turn this around!”

Daniels said as he walked.

“Baroness Erica has managed Lemon Port so well—she’s a woman of courage and vision.”

“She should understand that only by eradicating the plague can Lemon Port survive!”

Colin nodded.

Yet the unease in his heart grew heavier and heavier.

After hurrying for some time, the outline of the castle became clearly visible.

Just as they were passing through a relatively secluded stone alley—a sudden set of footsteps filled with murderous intent—sounded abruptly from both directions, front and back.

At the entrance and the end of the alley, seven or eight figures had appeared at some unknown time!

They wore plain coarse clothing, but their eyes were sharp, and their movements agile.

Each held a dagger in a reverse grip, silently sealing off all escape routes.

The man in the lead had a ferocious centipede-shaped scar across his face.

His cold gaze locked firmly onto Colin and Daniels.

“You two, where do you think you’re going?”

The centipede-faced man’s voice was hoarse, carrying a mocking, murderous tone.

Daniels instantly drew his greatsword, shielding Colin behind him.

His burly figure erupted with the killing aura of a seasoned warrior. “Who are you people?!”

Colin’s heart gave a jolt.

He immediately realized that someone must have leaked the news of his ability to cure the plague!

Which had brought the assassins down upon them!

But the enemies had come far too quickly!

It seemed… the other side already held absolute control within Lemon Port!

The centipede-faced man licked his lips, revealing a cruel smile.

“We’re the ones here to send you where you belong.”

“The problem of Lemon Port doesn’t need outsiders meddling—especially not some damn Priest of Holy Light!!”

Before the last word had even fallen, the assassins from both ends of the alley lunged forward simultaneously!

The clash of blades resounded sharply in the narrow stone alley.

Daniels’ palms went numb; his greatsword nearly slipped from his grasp.

He gasped heavily, his back pressed against the damp, cold wall, cold sweat soaking through his inner shirt.

After only a few exchanges, he understood how dire the situation was!

These seven or eight assassins in coarse clothes had eyes as cold as blades.

Their movements were crisp, their coordination seamless—they were no mere thugs!

At the very least, they were all at the level of Second-tier Elite Knights!

And the centipede-faced leader, when they had just clashed head-on, had shaken Daniels’ arm numb with a single blow!

Undoubtedly, a Third-tier Earth Knight—equal to Daniels in his prime!

What was worse—

the opponents were well-rested and brimming with killing intent, clearly prepared for this ambush.

While he and Colin—after leading a group of Refugees across mountains and rivers for over a week,

had barely eaten or slept properly. It was a miracle they could still fight at half strength…

“Damn it!” Daniels cursed under his breath.

He sidestepped a stabbing dagger, swinging his greatsword horizontally to drive back another attacker attempting a sneak strike.

But the centipede-faced man didn’t give him a moment to breathe.

His dagger darted out like a venomous serpent, thrusting straight at Daniels’ exposed ribs.

Daniels barely managed to parry, but pain flared in his arm.

Shrrrip!

His leather armor was torn open, and blood quickly seeped out.

“Brother Daniels!”

Colin’s anxious voice came from behind.

He had been shielded by Daniels the entire time.

Seeing his companion wounded, he hurriedly pulled out a divine scroll he had prepared back in Oak Town.

“Step aside!”

Hearing this, Daniels instantly took a step back.

Almost at the same moment,

Colin tore the scroll open with force.

The parchment dissolved into specks of golden light.

Above the alley, the previously gray sky suddenly lit up with several fine streaks of silver-white lightning.

They crackled and hissed, striking down precisely upon the assassins’ heads!

“Ugh—ahhh!”

“Damn it! A magician too?!”

The assassins clearly hadn’t expected that.

Their bodies stiffened under the electric shock, movements sluggish.

Their hair stood on end, and the air filled with the smell of burnt flesh.

Taking advantage of the brief opening—

Daniels grabbed Colin by the arm. “Go!”

The two turned and sprinted toward the other end of the alley.

The effect of that Divine Art scroll was quite good.

Unfortunately, the enemies were living humans, not undead creatures afraid of Holy Light.

This type of lightning, infused with the power of light, had greater paralysis than killing force.

At best, it made them tremble for a few moments—after recovering, they would still be able to fight.

Sure enough, they had barely run a dozen steps when curses from the centipede-faced man and the sound of disordered footsteps came from behind.

The pursuers were closing in again!

Colin was, after all, a Priest specializing in support.

His physical strength was nowhere near that of Daniels, a Knight hardened by years of training and battle.

After running some distance,

Colin began to pant heavily, his steps slowing down.

He was about to fall behind.

“Colin!” Daniels turned his head to look.

His heart sank—he was about to stop and pull Colin along.

But in that brief pause, a shadow suddenly flickered forward like a ghost.

A cold blade silently pressed against Colin’s neck.

“Run, why’d you stop? Hmm?”

The centipede-faced man’s mocking voice sounded in Colin’s ear.

Colin froze in place, not daring to move.

He could feel the icy chill of the blade pressed against his skin.

Daniels stopped as well, eyes bloodshot.

He pointed his greatsword at the centipede-faced man and roared, “Let him go!”

“Don’t mind me!” Colin suddenly shouted. “Go find Baroness Erica!”

“Tell her there are traitors inside Lemon Port too!”

Hearing that, the veins on Daniels’ sword hand bulged, his heart torn in conflict.

To abandon a companion and run—it was the greatest disgrace for a Knight!

But Colin was right.

The message had to be delivered—it concerned the very survival of Lemon Port!

Seeing his hesitation, Colin stared at him.

A strange, almost fanatical calm appeared on his face. “Trust me, Brother Daniels!”

“By the Holy Light, the Angel shall protect me!!”

Those words struck Daniels like a bolt of lightning!

Yes—who was Colin?

He was the Priest personally chosen by the Angel, the bearer of divine grace!

How many miracles had come forth through him along this journey?

At such a time, what else should he do but place his faith in that belief?

Thinking that, Daniels gritted his teeth hard and suddenly turned around.

Like a wounded beast, he charged down another narrow alley.

The remaining assassins chased after him.

But soon they returned empty-handed.

Their quarry was also familiar with the layout of Lemon Port, and with the advantage of the terrain, he had managed to shake them off.

The centipede-faced man snorted coldly. “No matter—a stray dog like that can’t stir up much trouble.”

“Besides, our true target is this honorable Priest~!”

He leaned close to Colin, grinning viciously. “Still waiting for your angel’s protection?”

“Heh, I’ll send you to meet your angel right now!”

As he spoke, he raised his dagger high, about to strike.

Colin closed his eyes, his lips moving silently.

He prayed without fear—his expression filled with nothing but devotion and trust.

The dagger sliced down through the air!

But stopped—just an inch from Colin’s throat.

The grin on the centipede-faced man’s face froze.

Replaced by irritation and helplessness.

He pulled the dagger back with a curse of frustration.

“Lucky little bastard.”

His eyes flickered coldly. “Orders from above—the knight can die, but you… you must live.”

“Your life still has its uses!”

He waved a hand. “Tie him up and take him away! Careful—don’t kill him!”

Two assassins stepped forward immediately.

They bound Colin’s hands tightly behind his back with oil-soaked bull tendons.

Then shoved him, leading him deeper into the alley.

Colin opened his eyes slightly.

He glanced toward the direction where Daniels had disappeared and murmured in his heart,

“May the Holy Light guide your path, my friend.”

“As for me… O Angel, Your servant shall face every trial with peace in his heart.”

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