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Captain Edmund pretended to swing his sword at Elvira, but just as the sword was about to touch her body, he suddenly jumped back and pulled a few meters away. This move was beyond Elvira's expectations. Her scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of surprise. Then, she sneered: "Want to escape? Not that easy!" With a flutter of black wings, Elvira chased Edmund like a black lightning. At the same time, several sharp dark energies shot out from her fingertips, with a sharp whistling sound, cutting through the night sky and heading straight for Edmund's back. Captain Edmund felt the strong wind coming from behind, and did not dare to neglect it. He turned around and swung his sword to block. The sound of metal collisions echoed in the silent woods, and sparks flew. Captain Edmund successfully blocked most of the energy, but there was still a ray of energy that brushed his left arm, leaving a deep wound that could be seen to the bone. Blood gushed out instantly, staining his sleeves red. Captain Edmund gritted his teeth, groaned, and endured the severe pain. He continued to run towards the Holy City without looking back. His steps staggered, but his speed did not slow down at all. He knew that he had to rush back to the Holy City as soon as possible to pass on the message, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Avella chased him relentlessly, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, constantly launching attacks, each move was fatal. Captain Edmund fought and retreated, using the surrounding trees as cover to barely avoid Avella's attack. The dense branches scraped his clothes, leaving scratches, and also blocked Avella's sight, giving him a chance to breathe.

The moonlight fell through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground, reflecting the forest like a maze. Captain Edmund shuttled through it, his figure appearing and disappearing, like an experienced hunter, dealing with prey. Every time he dodged and blocked, he was carefully calculated to minimize the damage.

Elvira roared angrily, and she was obviously impatient with Captain Edmund's stubborn resistance. Black energy jumped on her fingertips, like tiny venomous snakes, ready to give Edmund a fatal blow at any time. Captain Edmund felt Elvira's killing intention and became more anxious. He glanced in the direction of the Holy City, gritted his teeth, and sped up. He knew that he couldn't fall here, he had to survive and pass the message. Finally, the wall of the Holy City appeared in Captain Edmund's sight. He was delighted and his steps were a little faster. Elvira also realized that Captain Edmund was about to arrive in the Holy City, and her attack became more crazy. She spread her wings and swept over like a black storm. "Want to escape back to the Holy City? Dream on!" Elvira's voice was sharp and piercing, like the cry of a night owl, echoing in the silent night sky. Captain Edmund ignored Elvira's shouting, and he used up his last strength to rush towards the Holy City. The guards on the city wall also found Captain Edmund, and they immediately opened the city gate to welcome Captain Edmund in. Captain Edmund staggered into the holy city, and the city gate closed heavily behind him. He looked back and saw Elvira hovering outside the city wall, staring at him with scarlet eyes, full of anger and unwillingness. Captain Edmund took a deep breath, and he knew he was safe for the time being. He forced himself to walk to the high priest's residence and reported the situation to the high priest in detail. After listening to Captain Edmund's report, the high priest looked solemn and frowned. He reached out to feel Captain Edmund's pulse, and his face became even uglier. "Your injuries are very serious." The high priest said in a deep voice, "I will arrange for someone to treat you immediately." Captain Edmund shook his head, his voice weak and powerless: "It's too late, high priest, I... I'm almost dying..." The high priest sighed, and a trace of grief flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his shaking hands and gently stroked Captain Edmund's cheek, his tone full of reluctance: "Child, you have worked hard..." Captain Edmund forced a smile, his eyes gradually blurred, and his consciousness began to blur. "I can... I can do my last bit for the Holy City... I... I have no regrets in death..." His voice became lower and lower, and finally, he stopped breathing completely. His body collapsed on the ground, his eyes closed, with a peaceful smile on his face. The holy moonlight poured in through the window, shining on his body, as if covering him with a layer of holy light. The high priest slowly closed his eyes, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks. He gently stroked Captain Edmund's cheek and whispered: "Child, rest in peace..." "The Holy City... Guard..." Captain Edmund's hands fell weakly to the ground. The guards of the Holy City quickly surrounded them. One of the guard captains half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand to feel Captain Edmund's breath, then stood up and shook his head to the high priest with a gloomy look.

The high priest took a deep breath and tried to control his emotions. He slowly stood up and ordered the guard captain in a trembling voice: "Immediately place Captain Edmund's body and bury him properly."

The guard captain bowed his head and replied: "Yes, high priest." He then directed the other guards to carefully carry Captain Edmund's body out. The high priest stood quietly in place, watching their backs as they left, his eyes full of grief and helplessness. The moonlight shone in through the window, reflecting on his old face, showing a heavy look.

The high priest was the only one left in the room. He walked to the window, looked at the quiet Holy City outside the window, and sighed deeply. The news of Captain Edmund's death was like a thunder, exploding in his heart. He felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Elvira's strength far exceeded their expectations, which made him full of worries about the future of the Holy City.

"Elvira..." The high priest whispered the name, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes. She tightly grasped the scepter in her hand, and her knuckles turned white. The holy stone inlaid on the scepter emitted a faint golden light, as if responding to her. A gust of night wind blew, and the curtains fluttered gently, making a rustling sound, as if whispering something.