Catherine is fourteen years old. Although she is not very beautiful, she has the unique vigor and vitality of a girl of this age.
Her red curly hair is messy and scattered, like a blazing flame; she has a slightly baby-fat face, emerald green almond eyes, long and upturned eyelashes, and a pair of small dimples. In addition, she loves to laugh, and she always looks innocent.
Carefree.
As the only daughter of a farmer in Oak Town, a small town in the southern part of the Essar Empire, Catherine grew up under the love of her parents and never had to worry about anything.
Apart from arithmetic classes at school, she had almost no worries.
But today is a day off, so she doesn't need to do arithmetic.
At this moment, she was squatting next to her wheat field, holding a half-eaten piece of bread in her hand, while staring at a skinny tabby cat hidden in the bushes.
"Meow, meow," her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, the corners of her mouth raised, trying to imitate the meow of a cat, "it's time to eat! This is my lunch today, and I left half of it for you to try."
The thin tabby cat glanced at her, still seeming a little wary.
"Meow, don't be afraid," Catherine simply hugged her knees and sat directly on the ground, "You know, I won't hurt you. After all... we are old acquaintances, right?"
The spotted cat hesitated for a moment, and finally walked out slowly and came to Catherine's side.
Today, this cat is not at all as light and agile as a cat should be. Instead, it is clumsy and sluggish, like an old woman who accidentally twisted her leg.
"So good."
As Catherine spoke, she stretched out her hand, ruffled the cat's fur into a henhouse, and then patiently straightened it out.
Then, she took out gauze, medicine and scissors from her pocket, and began to bandage the cat's wound attentively.
"How many times have I told you not to step on the mousetrap in my backyard," she said softly. "Look, you have injured yourself again, making it impossible for you to catch mice. You have lost so much weight."
Duo. Oh, you are such a stupid cat."
The tabby cat meowed, and the alcohol poured on the wound made it feel painful, but it did not resist.
However, at this moment, Catherine suddenly heard a loud "bang" not far away, which almost startled her.
The spotted cat also shook its tail in fear.
Catherine raised her head and vaguely saw a huge object falling from the sky and landing squarely in her wheat field.
Under the scorching sun, waves of golden waves rolled over the wheat fields.
After recovering from the fright, a strong curiosity arose in Catherine's heart, making her very eager to know what strange things happened in the wheat field, which caused such a big movement.
But she was in no hurry to leave.
Still sitting on the ground, she patiently applied medicine to the spotted cat and bandaged the wound with gauze. Then she picked up the hem of her skirt and stood up slowly.
At this time, there was a lot of mud on her skirt, but she didn't even notice it.
"Meow, you must be careful in the future, and don't touch the mousetrap again!" She warned the spotted cat several times. When the cat showed an impatient look, she smiled and hummed a tune.
, jumping up and down towards the wheat field.
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At this moment, Allen was lying quietly in the golden wheat field, under the scorching sun, greedily sucking in the power of faith.
Although he fell from a high altitude into a wheat field a few minutes ago and suffered a lot of pain all over his body, the strange thing is that not only did he not have any wounds on his body, he didn't even have any bruises.
Moreover, with the passage of time and the influx of faith, he could clearly feel that the pain in his body was disappearing bit by bit like an ebbing tide.
This surprised him.
He always thought that the effect of the black crystal stone was only to greatly increase his mental strength.
Could it be that black crystal stones also have the effect of strengthening the body?
Or...this body has something special about it before it merges with the godhead?
With doubts, Allen began to search for answers in the memory of the original owner of the body.
He found that although the original owner of the body was like other people of the same age, often climbing high and low, and being naughty and mischievous, he had never really suffered any injuries, and had almost never been sick since he was a child.
Moreover, he still clearly remembers a word that the God of Darkness said in the forbidden book area of the library.
"Vessel of the Godhead".
A bold conjecture vaguely emerged in his mind.
But this was not the most pressing issue. Allen did not continue to think about it.
He began to think carefully about his next plan.
To be honest, when his power of faith was exhausted and he encountered an extremely accidental event such as the rupture of the space channel, he even had the mood to close his eyes and wait for death.
At that time, he felt that the power of the goddess of light was far beyond his imagination, and she was definitely not something he could match.
His various actions against the goddess of light were undoubtedly like moths flying into the flames, ridiculous and futile.
However, when he arrived in this new plane and felt the power of faith again, his pessimistic mood gradually disappeared and he became calm again.
He began to try to analyze the current situation.
First of all, he thought of the mysterious man who rescued him from the gap in the plane. Although due to some inexplicable evil, Allen could not remember his face, nor could he think of his name and identity, but he could
I'm pretty sure that person must be very powerful.
Not only can he build a rainbow bridge in the gap between the planes, but he can also withstand the power of the goddess of light. Obviously, he is much more powerful than the average legendary mage, and he may even be a mysterious and powerful existence with godhead.
Allen didn't know what the person's purpose was for rescuing him, and whether the other person had seen through his true identity.
But it is obvious that the other party and the goddess of light are definitely not in the same group.
Although Allen himself is only a weak first-level magician, he has always been good at taking advantage of the situation. He was able to scheme against Archbishop Aknelga before, largely because he borrowed the mage tower.
The power of Earl William, the royal family, and even the Church of Light itself.
As long as the goddess of light has an evenly matched enemy, and as long as he is given enough time, he believes that he can grow up in the cracks and finally defeat this seemingly invincible and powerful enemy.
Thinking this way, Allen regained his confidence a little bit.
Based on his observations, he knew that the goddess of light was only wrapping the periphery of the plane crystal wall with her divine power, eating away at the plane crystal wall bit by bit, but had not invaded the "Ellen York plane".
After all, all creatures in this plane, including Allen himself, are still alive and well, and none of the blazing light has been burned to ashes.
What he needs to do now is to return alive before the goddess of light completely engulfs this plane.
If you have the energy to spare, try to save the world named after yourself.
"Alas, poor Isabella," he sighed softly, "if I read it correctly, she probably couldn't escape the damn space turbulence!"
Thinking of this, Allen clenched his fists and prepared to stand up.
However, at this moment, he heard a burst of brisk footsteps and the happy singing of a girl not far away.
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