Chapter 117: The Dungeon

Just as everyone left the small town, a large group of cavalrymen full of Killing Intent charged in.

Just as Hu Feng expected, checkpoints were set up on the road one after another, strictly checking the identities of pedestrians. It was not too bad for those entering the city, but those leaving had to produce detailed proof of identity. Anyone without proof or who could not explain themselves clearly, whether male or female , was detained on the spot. Almost at the same time, the Settlements within a hundred miles received a notice from Graham City to search for the murderer who assassinated Abbas.

Taking a large detour, the group finally arrived outside Graham City at noon.

Huge, magnificent, and heavily guarded…

From a distance, the tall city walls gave off a strong sense of oppression, with large groups of soldiers standing at the gates. Compared to Cold Moon City, this castle was even larger. Besides the watchtowers, Magic Towers that pierced the clouds stood erect on the city walls. Intense Magic fluctuations filled every corner of the city; no one dared to doubt the lethality of these Magic Towers.

“Lord Hu Feng, what do we do next?”

Seeing that Hu Feng’s calculations were almost entirely accurate, Commander Randolph admired this Divine Official greatly and asked for advice in a low voice.

Looking at the soldiers inspecting not far away, Hu Feng pressed down on the Ghost King Cloak on his head. “Enter the city. After dark, we will go to the Monastery in the city and stay there. After this storm passes, we will find a chance to leave here.”

This storm had only just begun. Right now, Graham City was not inspecting people entering the city very strictly; they allowed entry but not exit. When they fail to find the murderer everywhere, perhaps a round of even stricter inspections will begin, focusing on searching hotels of all sizes and foreign strangers. For Hu Feng and the others, the Monastery in the city was the only shelter.

The power of the Divine Court in the Wasteland was far less than outside the Wasteland, but every Monastery represented the will of the Divine Court, and no one dared to enter and inspect easily. An ordinary Faith-guarding Knight might be dispensable to a Monastery, but a future Saintess would definitely be sheltered with all their strength.

Under Hu Feng’s leadership, the group relaxed their tense faces and followed the people queuing to enter the city naturally, walking forward slowly. The inspecting soldiers had cold expressions and asked questions harshly. Fortunately, they did not suspect anything in the end and waved them away. Once they mixed into the city, it was different; there were no inspecting soldiers on the road anymore, so they were at least temporarily safe. The group entered a seemingly ordinary teahouse, preparing to stay there until night before quietly heading to the Monastery in the city.

“Purgatory City advances one!”

“War Soul Hall four six!”

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In the hall, a tense game of Grand Board Nation-Destroying Chess was being played, attracting a large crowd of onlookers. The two chess players looked as if they were facing a great enemy; every move they made was careful, and they didn’t even dare to breathe loudly. The weather was cold, and others were shivering even while wrapped in heavy coats, but cold sweat dripped down these players’ faces.

Ever since the battle at Saintess Peak and witnessing the grand gesture of the Divine Court, Hu Feng had become much more indifferent to this kind of seemingly tense and exciting Grand Board Nation-Destroying Chess. He took a sip of jasmine tea, leaned against the railing on the second floor, and watched the intense battle below indifferently.

The chess players used the chess pieces in their hands as knives, pressing forward step by step, fighting inseparably on the board. The powerful Divine Court was completely different; it used the whole world as a chess board. Every castle, every force, and even every person was a chess piece in the hands of the Divine Court, laying out a grand chess game that no one knew about in advance. By the time the chess pieces on the board realized it, it was already too late!

This was the true Grand Board Chess, the true grand gesture!

As a powerful Lich King, a City Lord who possessed two castles, Lich Castle and Blackwater City, what Hu Feng longed for was exactly this kind of grand gesture from the Divine Court. To go from an ignorant chess piece to a chess player above all living beings.

“Lord, do you know how to play chess too?”

Randolph walked up to Hu Feng with a smile on his face. The more he interacted with him, the more he felt that Hu Feng, this Divine Official, was not simple.

At the beginning, he thought it was all the arrangement of the dying Grand Elder of the Monastery in Cold Moon City, and that Hu Feng was just a small Divine Official used as a cover for the Nun Cinia. Slowly, he discovered some unusual small details about Hu Feng that ordinary people would hardly notice.

When the Necromancer suddenly attacked, he did not come out to help kill the enemy, but he did not hide in fear either; he just sat quietly in the carriage as if nothing had happened. During the battle at Gulan Town, after waking up, the evil Elder Aurora had vanished without a trace; according to Nun Bella, he was scared away by a treasure on Nun Cinia, but thinking carefully, there seemed to be many doubts. The great disaster of killing Abbas also seemed a bit wrong, but he couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong for a moment.

“Life is a game of chess, and everyone is a chess piece. It’s just that some people know what they are doing, while others do not.” Hu Feng smiled faintly.

On the Wasteland, the weak were prey to the strong. As his Cultivation improved, his pursuit of power became stronger and stronger. For him, only cultivating to the Divine Domain Peak was the most important thing; everything else was like passing clouds.

“Well said, life is a game of chess. Good, good!”

Before Randolph could answer, a young man in black walked out of the private room next door, applauding loudly. He had a full forehead and a high nose bridge, and his stature was a head taller than the tall Randolph. He walked with a dragon’s gait and a tiger’s step, carrying the pressure of a superior. Behind him was a large group of guards, and their armor was engraved with a Black Eagle spreading its wings. “I wonder how I should address this Lord? Since we are both chess pieces, why don’t we play a game of Grand Board Nation-Destroying Chess for fun?”

The Morgan Family?

Looking at the badges on the armor of the guards behind the man in black, Hu Feng’s heart moved, and he quickly understood their identities.

Entering the city this time, the goal was to sabotage the plan of the Morgan Family to prevent them from joining forces with Graham City against his ally Weinberg, which would cut off the only window Blackwater City currently had to the outside world. Unexpectedly, shortly after entering the city, he encountered an envoy from the Morgan Family here; it truly required no effort at all.

“Hu Feng. May I ask how I should address you, Lord?”

Hu Feng smiled, but secretly calculated whether to make a move now and kill all these Morgan Family guys directly. After pondering for a moment, he gave up on this impulse.

The seemingly polite guy in front of him actually gave him a feeling of being unfathomable. He could not sense his Magic Power fluctuations, and he could not even lock onto his Soul Fluctuation. It was as if what stood before him was not his real body, but a nihilistic Thought Incarnation. This aura was somewhat similar to the Thought Incarnations of top Strongers like the Peerless Saintess of the Divine Court and the Old Ancestor Bone Demon.

Demi-god Stronger!

Hu Feng’s face remained calm, but he was secretly shocked. After feeling carefully, he became more and more certain that the young man in front of him had already broken through the bottleneck of the Peak of the Holy Step. If he made a rash move, even without the drag of Cinia and Bella behind him, he would definitely not be an opponent with his current strength.

“Redelson!”

Seeing that Hu Feng was not interested, the man in black did not insist. He turned and left under the escort of numerous guards. Watching his figure disappear into the crowd, Hu Feng finally let out a slow breath.

When he made a move in Sand City and killed Elder Thrace of the Morgan Family, the latter, before dying, asked a guard to go back and find Redelson for revenge. At that time, he didn’t think much of it. Now, he realized how terrifying this guy named Redelson was. An ancient family that once ruled the entire continent was indeed not simple.

“Let’s go!”

Hu Feng did not dare to neglect and quickly led everyone away.

Originally, he thought there wouldn’t be much difficulty in sabotaging the Morgan Family’s plan this time, but now, he felt a heavy pressure. The fact that Redelson, known as the top genius of the Morgan Family, appeared in person showed how much importance the Morgan Family attached to Graham City this time. It seemed they were determined to control the entire Wasteland.

Finding a place to rest, the group quietly went to the Monastery in the city after night fell.

Compared to the Monastery in Cold Moon City, the scale of this Monastery was more than twice as large. It was as quiet and beautiful as a garden, with holy Angel Statues visible everywhere. The energy fluctuations emitted by the Holy Bead on the Crystal High Tower were vast and surging, making people feel as if they had stepped into a holy land like the Bright Summit.

After carefully checking Randolph’s Glory Knight token, the Faith-guarding Knight guarding the gate respectfully waved them through, allowing the group who had been nervous to finally breathe a sigh of relief. Led by a Nun, they came to a quiet Side Hall, where the Grand Elder of the Monastery, wearing a white robe, had been waiting for a long time.

Unlike the Grand Elders of the Monasteries in Gulan Town and Cold Moon City, the Grand Elder before them was surprisingly young, with no wrinkles on her face. If not for the introduction by the leading Nun, one would have thought she was just an ordinary Nun in the Monastery at first glance. Only that faint aura of a superior, which seemed to be innate, made her different.

As soon as he stepped into the Monastery, Hu Feng stood low-key behind Randolph, restraining the energy fluctuations in his body. Seeing that he had no intention of stepping forward, Randolph took a step forward and briefly explained the origins of their group to the young and beautiful Grand Elder, emphasizing Cinia’s identity as a Candidate Saintess. Of course, the matter of killing Abbas outside the city was naturally not foolishly mentioned.

“Oh, so you are Knights from Glory Castle. You set out from Cold Moon City to escort this Candidate Saintess back to Glory Castle?”

The Grand Elder in the white robe had a plain expression, showing no joy or anger. There was neither the imagined enthusiasm nor refusal, as if she was naturally cold. Under the spotless white robe, her curvaceous figure was faintly visible. Compared to ordinary inexperienced Nuns, she had a touch of maturity and an elusive charm.

Not right!

The surroundings seemed fine, and everything was normal, but looking at the Grand Elder’s expression, Hu Feng suddenly felt a sense of danger. Just as he was about to quietly tug on Randolph’s clothes to signal him to be careful, the latter honestly answered yes to the Grand Elder’s question.

“Good, very good. I have been waiting for you for a long time!”

The Grand Elder smiled and clapped her hands gently. “Someone, arrest all these Heretics and throw them into the dungeon!”

Before the Grand Elder finished speaking, a large group of soldiers holding strong crossbows suddenly surged from the darkness, their expressions cold. They were not wearing the common heavy armor, but rare rattan armor engraved with complex Magic Arrays, which completely covered their Killing Intent and energy fluctuations. They appeared silently like Ghosts. The sharp crossbow arrows were pitch black, obviously coated with deadly poison, just waiting for the Grand Elder’s order to fire thousands of arrows at once.

Heretics?

Hu Feng and Randolph looked at each other, their hearts sinking lower and lower.