A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 142

As the prayers echoed, Garrett Nordmark's entire body shivered. Who was that person flying in the sky? What kind of person could fly like that?

An advanced spellcaster? A high-ranking priest?

Even teachers couldn't fly! The person soaring in mid-air, the voice of prayer spreading for miles, how strong were they? Level ten? Eleven? Or even higher?

Or perhaps, did they use some magical item to assist them? If that person was coming after them

"Bernard, do you know their level?" Garrett whispered. Though far away, he was afraid the other person might hear, instinctively lowering his voice. Bernard shook his head in a low, muffled voice: "I don't know. We'll find out when we face them."

Too late to fight! Garrett touched his pouch and then the mana pearl around his neck, yet he felt no sense of security. God, Buddha, Nature, please don't let them be discovered! Fear attracts what you fear. The prayers ended, and the sphere in the person's hand suddenly radiated a brilliant light, illuminating everything within ten miles. Garrett and his group, initially concealed in the darkness, were now completely exposed by this bright light.

"To the east!" The voice of the praying person echoed once again, a gentle and clear tone, but the words sent shivers down Garrett's spine: "Sly heretics, enemies of the Holy Fleet, clinging to the mountain wall, fleeing to the east!"

The white light on the sphere went from scattering to condensing, forming a dazzling light beam that firmly locked onto Garrett and his companions. The light spots on the ground were the size of houses, visible even to the pursuing team several miles away, revealing the direction of the enemy.

Garrett felt a chill all over. Reflexively, he shouted, "To the right! Run along the mountain wall! We'll be safe if we turn inside the mountain wall!"

Such powerful divine magic, it can't move arbitrarily! If that light sphere could float outward continuously, keeping the light beam above us, I would acknowledge defeat! Garrett thought fiercely. Without him reminding, the team had already turned, running along the mountainside, striving to escape to the east. Suddenly, a scream rang out as the fifth-level shield warrior, York, tumbled to the ground with his horse!

"York!" Captain Barnes exclaimed. The shield warrior rolled a few times, struggling to get up, and immediately checked his mountjust one glance made him grimace, "Captain, the horse won't make it!"

These mounts had suffered tonight. No proper food, no rest, dozens of miles of back-and-forth in the dead of night, and now, after a short rest, they had to carry their owners again, running for their lives.

Not even the donkeys from the production team would dare such hardship.

Among the shield warriors, York was the most robust, with the heaviest equipment, and his mount bore the greatest burden, collapsing first. As his horse fell, the warhorses in the team neighed, and several more were on the verge of collapse.

To make matters worse, the sound of hooves, as dense as a torrential rain, signaled that the pursuers had caught up from behind.

"It's not working, Captain!" York, holding a steel shield, gritted his teeth, stood up, and looked into the distance with a pale face: "Captain, my horse is done for!"

"Keep moving!" Garrett and the mage Daniel exclaimed simultaneously. The two looked at each other, and Garrett continued to shout: "Keep going forward! Find a place where the white light can't reach, and we'll set up an ambush to take down the pursuers!"

The team continued to run with all their might. York was momentarily discouraged but was awakened by a few words and soon rallied. The physical strength of a fifth-level knight was already formidable. Running with thunderous footsteps, he was no slower than anyone else.

However, Garrett's mount was also showing signs of fatigue. Barbarian Bernard decisively jumped down from his horse, picking up Garrett effortlessly.

Lying on the back of the barbarian, Garrett strained to turn his head and observe the rear. With a sweeping glance, he confirmed the composition of the pursuers, then sighed with relief: Thank goodness, there's no big shot who can fly.

As for the others... well... "How many people are behind us? Are they knights?" Captain Barnes shouted while running. Garrett strained his neck: "Ten people! I don't know if they're knights, but they're all wearing black armor, carrying big swords! There's a golden thunder pattern on their clothes, and there's something very strange... very strange..."

He struggled to find words to describe it. The mage Daniel had already turned around and, with just one glance, was utterly shocked: "The Judges of the Tribunal!"

"Run!" Everyone shouted in unison. Garrett began to search his pouch: What magical items did Linde give him before coming out? Which one could turn the tide? Which one had enough range for an attack?

The ring of resistance to cold and heat... useless! The ring of purifying water... no use! The radiant talisman... this one only provides defense, no offense!

The pendant of controlling undead... useless right now, even if there were corpses, he wouldn't have time to deal with them! The ring of corpse explosion... this one is good! Find an opportunity to blast them!

Fortunately, the mountainous terrain finally started to curve inward, and the sphere hanging high in the air indeed couldn't move. The sound of hooves gradually faded into the darkness, and Garrett finally breathed a sigh of relief: This is the first time I've truly felt that the shelter of darkness can be so comforting.

God bless, may the people behind also slow down! He looked around, trying to find favorable terrain, preparing to set up an ambush. Well, the mountain path ahead is quite narrow; I could probably stretch a few tripwires. Further ahead, there's a bend; we could dig some pits behind it, if there's enough time.

Oh, if only there were a cliff, we could directly trap them...

Garrett picked and chose, constantly brainstorming, but none of the terrains satisfied him. Before he could make up his mind, among the pursuers behind, a uniform roar erupted: "For the glory of the Radiant Lord!"

In the midst of the roar, the black-armored knights unsheathed their large swords, advancing uniformly. Garrett happened to turn his head to look, only to see the bright white light bursting out from the tips of their swords, illuminating the entire mountain hollow!

"#$%^!" Garrett swallowed a curse, urgently closing his eyes, tears streaming down from the irritation. How does it even come with its own illumination? With the light, many cunning tricks would no longer work!

Luckily, Bernard was carrying him on his back. If Garrett were running on his own, a moment of eye irritation might have caused him to stumble! Yet, the pursuers had more than just illumination. While Garrett jostled on the barbarian's back, he suddenly heard a twang. Immediately after, Bernard lunged forward, almost falling to the ground. Arrows whizzed by, and the dual-blade warrior beside Captain Barnes let out a heart-wrenching cry, shouting: "They have strong bows! Powerful bows!"

"Don't shoot him!" Someone shouted from behind to stop them. Just as Garrett breathed a sigh of relief, that somewhat sinister voice continued: "The heretic priest in the front! The mage! Stop! The Radiant Lord is a tolerant and benevolent god. As long as you are willing to convert, I, Gordon Menewa, in the name of the Tribunal, guarantee your safety!"

I believe you as much as I believe in ghosts! Suppressing the urge to turn around and curse loudly, Garrett clenched the Corpse Explosion ring tightly. He poked Bernard, signaling the barbarian to carry him to Captain Barnes, whispering: "After we pass the bend up ahead, kill two horses!"

"Block them in front?" Bernard asked.

"Yes!" Garrett raised his fist, showing the ring to the captain. "Given by the necromancer!"

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