Eboynes.
On the boundless land, someone was running at full speed. It was a slender figure. She rushed forward at a constant speed, and the wind pulled her two ponytails of different colors behind her head. The gray and black ponytails pointed straight backwards.
Catherine's eyes were calm, and there was no expression on her face. She was like an emotionless puppet.
At this moment, a figure descended from the sky. It was humanoid, armored, but had a crocodile-like head. It was a monarch, but judging from the strength of his aura, it was only a lower rank. Catherine didn't stop. Light surged in her hand, as if the spear from the Nether River was already in her hand.
The monarch pounced on him.
Two figures quickly intersected on the ground.
Catherine continued forward.
The monarch stood rooted to the spot and looked at an inconspicuous wound on his chest. However, all of his Origin Energy and vitality quickly surged out of the wound and he fell to the ground and died.
There seemed to be an endless path in front of her, and from time to time, one or two obstructions would jump out. However, none of this could change her direction.
She drew a straight line between herself and Twilight Hill. What she was doing now was just running along it.
It was very similar to that time.
It seemed that because the mechanical running was too boring, her brain automatically became active, and some memories from a long time ago secretly jumped out.
The same land, the same movement and ambush, but Catherine was only eleven years old at that time, and her identity was not a Federation general. She was just a trainee. That was after she was taken away from the king snake's nest by Russen. At that time, she was as silent as she was now, and she was regarded as a freak in the same training class. No one wanted to approach such a cold wood like her, except for a boy.
He would always watch her from afar, perhaps during training, perhaps during meals, or perhaps on the way back to the barracks. She saw everything in her eyes, but she didn't respond at all. The two of them were like two parallel lines that would never intersect, until that day.
That day was the graduation assessment.
The Death Spreading Legion was notoriously unconventional in the Federation. Russen used extremely old training methods for this legion, and every year, people died in the recruit camp of the Death Spreading Legion. The highest death rate was during the graduation assessment.
In other legions, the graduation assessment was just a simulation that didn't harm lives.
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Training. But in Death Spreading, it was a real battle. Every training camp had a limit on the number of people who could graduate. Only those who could reach the finish line alive could graduate. That's right, it was just a possibility. Reaching the finish line alive was only one of the requirements for graduation. The assessment used a sequential elimination system. Every time a student reached the finish line, the number of graduates would be reduced by one. In other words, if you reached the finish line after using up all the spots, you would only be killed.
In the spread of death, if you can't reach the end in time, even if you can survive, you are still trash. This required every student to not only be cruel to their classmates, but also to themselves. Only then would they be able to reach the finish line before the quota was used up.
The quota is different every time. Sometimes it's more, sometimes it's less, so you don't have to count on the quota from the previous time. As for the number of slots, that would only be known on the day of the examination.
Of course, the recruit training for the spread of death would not start from this kind of death camp. This kind of devil training camp was only set up to cultivate middle and high-level generals. In other words, to be able to graduate from this death camp, one's military rank would not be low in the future.
On that day, the death camp that Catherine was in welcomed the graduation assessment. There were only nine places for this term. The fewer the spots, the higher the military rank that the graduates would be able to obtain. Therefore, these young boys and girls were both afraid and excited. Except for Catherine, she always had a straight face, neither smiling nor crying.
On the night before the graduation assessment, the boy finally couldn't stop her when she returned to the barracks. He rubbed his head and said, "My name is Jesse."
Catherine glanced at him, then walked around him and went on. Jesse shouted from behind, "Catherine, I like you!"
At that moment, even Catherine was stunned. The people around them cast strange gazes at the boy. Catherine turned around and looked at him. The boy grinned and said, "Although you're always cold, I can see from your eyes that you also desire to be closer to others. Therefore, I'm willing to be with you because I like you. "
Catherine didn't respond and turned around to leave.
Then, it was the next day.
That day, they were sent to a canyon and entered from the southern entrance. This vast canyon was their stage. There were no restrictions on the assessment, and students could use any means. There was only one condition for graduation, and that was to reach the northern exit of the canyon before the quota was used up.
To a large extent, the method used in the Death Camp was the same as that used in the Death Arena, and even Russen knew that.
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He admitted that he had copied the model of the Death Arena to select outstanding cadres. However, unlike the Death Arena, the Death Camp had more winning spots, and students could choose their favorite equipment to fight. There were no restrictions on everything. You could even be armed to the teeth if you could move flexibly like that.
That day, Catherine only chose a spear. Apart from that, she didn't bring anything else, not even armor, and just carried a spear into the canyon. The students were randomly placed in any location in the canyon, and it would depend on their luck whether they would meet other students. Catherine's luck was very bad. She was placed in the same position as the other two girls. Almost as soon as they landed, the three of them started fighting.
Among them, a short-haired girl used a two-gear magic energy rifle, while the other used a two-gear magic energy saber. In contrast, Catherine's alloy spear, which was well-made but didn't have any additional abilities, looked shabby. Thus, the two girls with magic energy weapons regarded each other as their greatest enemies, and Catherine, who used ordinary weapons, was ranked last on the list.
Although the three of them saw each other and immediately went forward, the two girls with magic energy weapons quickly fought each other. Catherine took the opportunity to leave, but she didn't stay far from the battlefield. Instead, she found a hidden place to hide. The two girls quickly decided the winner. The short-haired girl won by a fluke, but her stomach was cut by the other party. Just as she was wrapping herself up with the first aid medicine, an alloy spear pierced through her back.
Catherine took away all the water the two girls had on them. She didn't take anything else, even the magic energy weapons were left where they were. She only took water and quickly left.
Then, as if she was running on the land of Eboynes, she advanced towards the north of the canyon at a constant speed. Catherine carefully calculated her physical strength, maintaining a balance between supplies and consumption. When night fell, she saw him.
That boy, Hugh.
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