Chapter 118: Overlord

Almost every Vine Armor Soldier had cultivated to the realm of a high-rank Swordsman, and there was no lack of experts at the Grand Swordsman realm among them. Their strength was power ful.

The gap between the two sides was simply too great. Even if they rushed forward to fight for their lives, it would be meaningless. After glancing at each other for a few moments, the Knights had no choice but to helplessly put down the weapons in their hands. Doubt filled their hearts; they had not expected to enter the city safely after a scare, only to step into a terrible trap within the Monastery, which they thought was absolutely safe.

To successfully complete the Saintess development plan, his true identity and strength could not be exposed. Hu Feng kept a low profile and allowed a Vine Armor Knight to tie him up, quietly waiting to see how things would develop.

“You… are the real murderer who killed Abbas?”

Seeing Randolph and the others surrender, the Grand Elder in a white robe smiled coldly, his eyes staring at the terrified Saliel. His right hand shook gently, unfurling a portrait. With a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, it was vivid and lifelike, highlighting the facial features of Saliel, who had a triangular face.

Murderer?

Everyone felt bitter in their hearts. Although they were mentally prepared, they did not expect to be caught so quickly. What was even more unexpected was that the incident would happen within the Monastery.

Unlike the uneasy Knights, Hu Feng remained calm and watched coldly from the sidelines. He quickly discovered a familiar figure behind the Vine Armor Warriors—Pollard, the owner of the tavern. With this key witness, it was no wonder they were recognized so quickly. But what he could not understand was, even if Pollard wanted to report them, he should have gone to the City Lord’s Mansion. How could he appear here? Even if the matter was exposed, how could the Monastery cooperate so abnormally with the City Lord’s Mansion’s actions, and even frame them with the baseless crime of being a Heretic?

“No… no, Lord Elder, I didn’t kill Abbas. It was… he ran into me himself!”

Hu Feng calculated calmly in secret, but Saliel, standing beside him, was sweating profusely under the Grand Elder’s glare, his teeth chattering. Heaven knows, he really did not do it; he just drew his longsword along with the other Knights to put on a show. No one expected that Abbas would run into them himself; there was not even time to dodge.

“Hahaha, he ran into you himself?”

The Grand Elder laughed loudly, as if he had heard a huge joke. Then, his expression changed, and he ordered that Saliel, the main murderer, be kept behind, while the others were all thrown into the dungeon. The look he gave Saliel was icy cold with a hint of disdain. Anyone could make up excuses, but to say such a thing, this triangular-faced man was simply too stupid.

“Lord Elder, please spare me, spare me…”

Seeing that he was the only one left behind, Saliel became even more terrified. He knelt down and begged loudly for mercy. Unfortunately, no matter how loud he shouted, it was useless. His limbs were firmly pressed to the ground by several cold-faced Vine Armor Warriors. Beside him stood two burly men whose arms were thicker than his thighs. Each held a heavy wooden stick, which looked even more frightening than a savage’s club. A heavy stick smashed down viciously, and Saliel immediately let out a shrill scream. It felt as if his entire butt had been smashed open.

After passing through many checkpoints, everyone was escorted to the last level of the dungeon.

The entire dungeon was divided into three levels. The further down they went, the dimmer the light became. In the turbid air, a heavy smell of blood lingered, carrying a strong stench. Inside the cages on both sides of the road, there were blood-dripping Demon Hunters, and Heretics tied to Burning Stakes, burnt red all over. Some were motionless like stone statues, as if they had been dead for a long time, while others let out inhuman screams, the wounds on their bodies shocking to behold.

“Something is wrong, there is a problem with this Monastery!”

The further inside he went, the more wrong Hu Feng felt.

Many Monasteries had similar dungeons, but a dungeon of such a scale and with such cruel torture clearly crossed the line and violated the laws of the Divine Court. When catching evil Heretics, the most common punishment of the Divine Court was to tie them to a Burning Stake and burn them to death, purifying their bodies and souls. They would never easily inflict so much torture.

After escorting Hu Feng and the others to the last level, locking them up separately with Magic Shackles, the soldiers quickly left. Once the heavy door was closed, the damp cell became almost completely dark.

“Lord, now, what should we do?”

Randolph asked Hu Feng, who was locked in the cell next to him. His voice revealed an uncontrollable panic and fear. Even though he had seen a lot of the world, he was still confused and did not know how to save himself and his group. He tried hard to struggle, only to find that everything was in vain; he could not break free from the restraints of the Magic Shackles at all. Wearing a pair of shackles like this, probably even a Sword Saint or a Holy Step Magician would be unable to escape.

Even Randolph, the Commander, was like this, so there was no need to mention the other Knights; everyone was terrified. Only the Nun Cinia was as calm as always, sitting on the ground and praying softly. Her expression was dignified, holy, and peaceful, as if she was not in a dungeon, but in the holy and bright Saintess Hall.

“Calm down, endure, wait!”

Hu Feng looked calm. He sat cross-legged on the ground and slowly flipped through the Twelve Bibles, speaking slowly: “Brave Knights, please believe that God is with us. No matter how great the pain or how great the difficulty, it will pass!”

The Magic Shackles, carved with Runes, suppressed the power within the Knights, making them even more terrified and uneasy. But for Hu Feng, there was no effect at all. With a gentle shake of his immense power, he directly destroyed the Magic Arrays superimposed on the Magic Shackles. Let alone being locked on the third underground level, even if he was locked on the eighteenth level, he could leave easily as long as he used the Great Teleportation Technique.

After flipping through it many times, slowly, the damage this Twelve Bibles caused him became smaller and smaller. Every time he read it carefully, he gained a little more understanding in his heart. The scriptures transcribed by the Grand Missionary O’Brien gave a feeling of holiness, light, and piety when read the first time, but when savored carefully, there was a trace of lingering sadness between the lines.

“Who exactly is this Grand Missionary?”

The deeper he pondered this Twelve Bibles, the more curious Hu Feng became about O’Brien, the legendary Grand Missionary. He closed his eyes, touched the scriptures on the book with his fingertips, and used his Soul to sense the meaning contained within. Many times, people were often easily confused by the surface of things; the more common things were, the easier they were to ignore, unlike some blind people who were easily touched by common things.

Cultivation was the same principle.

When the power in the body accumulated to the limit, swallowing even more power would not be enough to break through the bottleneck. At this time, what was needed was an understanding of the heart. It required long calculation and thinking, and an enlightenment found after searching hundreds of times.

More than an hour later, Saliel was also escorted to the dungeon. But unlike the others, he did not walk in; he was dragged in by his feet like a dead dog. After throwing him into a cell, the Vine Armor Warriors did not even bother to lock Magic Shackles on him. They closed the cell door and turned to leave. With a ‘bang’, the dungeon became dark again.

“Yes… I admit it, I killed him, I killed him…”

Saliel was covered in blood. He had been tortured to the point of dying, but after being thrown into the dungeon, his mouth kept mumbling. His body was empty, without a trace of Dou Qi fluctuation. He had turned from a powerful Glory Knight into a useless person. The law of the jungle ruled the Wasteland; without certain strength, one could not stand at all. For a cultivator, having their power destroyed was undoubtedly more painful than being killed.

Ruthless enough!

Hu Feng felt a chill in his heart, realizing further that there was something wrong with this Monastery.

At midnight, after everyone had fallen asleep, he began to act. With a thought, his figure suddenly disappeared. A faint Death Aura dissipated with the wind in the blink of an eye, not waking the sleeping Knights, but causing an old man in the depths of the dungeon to raise his head abruptly and let out a cold, cackling laugh. His upper body was naked, a huge Flying Dragon carved on his chest, and his limbs were nailed to a Burning Stake with triangular spikes covered in Runes. The power in his body was being drained away endlessly by the huge Magic Array beneath his feet.

Relying on his powerful teleportation spell, Hu Feng quickly circled inside the Monastery. Surprisingly, he could not find the figure of the Grand Elder. Following a faint sensation, he finally arrived at the heavily guarded City Lord’s Mansion.

Soul Tracking!

For a Lich King who was skilled in Soul control, tracking an enemy’s figure based on their Soul Fluctuation was effortless.

“In the middle of the night, a Nun Elder actually appeared at the City Lord’s Mansion?”

Standing in a small grove of trees, looking at the figure looming inside the main hall, Hu Feng shook his head in doubt. His figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, he appeared directly outside a window of the main hall. Sure enough, he saw the slender and light figure of the Monastery’s Grand Elder. Surprisingly, this young and beautiful Grand Elder was only wearing a thin Nun robe at this time, with nothing underneath. She was crawling enchantingly in front of a burly middle-aged man like a Female Slave. Not far away, sat several sturdy men, the leader of whom was Redelson, whom he had met once during the day.

The City Lord of Graham City?

Hu Feng’s thoughts moved like lightning, and he quickly understood the identity of the middle-aged man. Although he had long known that this Nun Elder was not right, he never expected that she would develop to this extent with the City Lord of Graham City. This woman looked cold and holy on the surface, but unexpectedly, she was so dissolute in private.

“Lord Quentin, have you considered the matter we discussed last time?”

Dressed in black, Redelson spoke slowly. He looked at City Lord Quentin sitting above, turning a blind eye to the Grand Elder’s sexy body and teasing manner. He paused, then continued: “Our Morgan Family’s Prince Arthas has returned from the Daqingshan Graveyard. He has cultivated to the Demi-god Peak and may step into the true Divine Domain Realm at any time. At that time, under his leadership, the powerful Bourbon army will sweep across the entire Sunset Wasteland and unify the Dallas Continent again. Joining our Bourbon Alliance now means you will be an Overlord in the future, otherwise…”

“Are you threatening me?”

City Lord Quentin looked down coldly and smiled, his hands rubbing the Grand Elder’s firm chest forcefully. “However, I have seen your Prince Arthas; he is indeed a big shot who does great things. It is not impossible for our Graham City to join the Bourbon Alliance, but the surrounding forces like Cold Moon City and Sand City are not that easy to deal with. I heard that Sand City’s City Lord Weinberg has allied with a mysterious person named Blackwater. Last time, they captured Cold Moon City together with him. With such a powerful Stronger hiding in the dark, we City Lords haven’t been able to sleep peacefully these days.”

“Blackwater?”

Redelson understood City Lord Quentin’s condition and smiled disdainfully. As one of the four personal guards beside Prince Arthas, a top Stronger in the eyes of others was not even trash in his eyes. “No problem, leave this Blackwater to me. In addition, to support your expansion, we can provide a large number of weapons and equipment, and even send elite Black Eagle Warriors to help.”

“Good, it’s a deal. I will wait for your good news, Lord!” A cold light flashed in the eyes of the burly City Lord Quentin, and he made a prompt decision.

He had long wanted to destroy the surrounding castles like Cold Moon City and Sand City and become a true Overlord of a region. Cooperating with the Morgan Family could be said to be getting what each needed, and they hit it off immediately. Although there were not small risks, and he might face hostility or even siege from surrounding castles in the short term, the long-term benefits were impossible to refuse. As long as he survived the most difficult moment, he would be the true Overlord of this land!

“Then I will not disturb your rest, Lord!”

Looking at the Grand Elder in front of Quentin, whose eyes were blurred and face flushed, Redelson smiled faintly and led his guards to turn and leave.