Chapter 121: Grand Puppet Technique

Under the guidance of the Vine Armored Samurai, Hu Feng arrived at the Saintess Hall. The Grand Elder, dressed in white robes as if untainted by dust, had been waiting for a long time. She waved her hand, and the Vine Armored Samurais and the Nuns all retreated.

“To refine a puppet to this extent, it seems Quentin’s Grand Puppet Technique is indeed not simple!”

Hu Feng restrained his doubts and carefully studied the Grand Elder’s demeanor and expressions. The more he looked, the more amazed he became.

After breaking through to the Second Step of the Great Magician, his Grand Puppet Technique had become vastly superior. He had refined many power ful Twelfth Step Dark Knights into War Puppets that only knew how to kill. However, refining a human into a puppet like the Grand Elder, who appeared almost flawless, still held considerable difficulty.

If his disciple Quentin’s Grand Puppet Technique was already this powerful, it was hard to imagine how far Igula, the Puppet Ancestor, had cultivated. If Igula broke through his bottleneck and became a God Step Puppeteer, he might become the most formidable Great Demon Head in the Wasteland, killing people invisibly.

After a long while, the Grand Elder in white broke the silence first. Her expression was calm, as if everything was under her control. She looked at Hu Feng faintly. “Lord Hu Feng, do you know why I called you here today?”

“I don’t know!”

Hu Feng’s words were concise, with no extra nonsense. He remained calm and responded to changes with consistency.

“The bait you sent out has all died. Before they died, we obtained the confession we needed. Now, it can be confirmed that Lord Abbas was killed by you.” The Grand Elder’s tone was cold. She paused, then her tone shifted, and she continued, “However, after investigation, it is clear that you did not intentionally murder Lord Abbas. The main culprit is only Saliel. Therefore… after careful consideration, Saliel the culprit will stay, and the rest of you can leave tonight.”

So they could leave just like that?

Hu Feng was greatly surprised. Originally, he had thought the Grand Elder called him in for harsh interrogation. He did not expect to hear such news. His only son and many followers were dead. City Lord Quentin would not let his group off so easily. The only explanation was that there were unknown reasons or some terrifying conspiracy.

After thinking it over carefully, Hu Feng quickly ruled out the explanation of pressure from the Divine Court.

Within a thousand miles of Graham City, everything was under the control of City Lord Quentin. Even the Grand Elder of the Monastery had become his puppet female slave. It was impossible for the news to reach Glory Castle so quickly. Even if the Divine Court learned of the news, it would not react so fast. The most likely possibility was that the sinister guy Quentin had used the puppet Grand Elder of the Nuns to set up a huge conspiracy.

Thinking about the matter that Puppet Ancestor Igula needed a large number of Nuns, Hu Feng became more and more certain of his guess.

“Lord Hu Feng, as a Divine Official, can you tell Pamela what true faith is?” Before Hu Feng could answer, the Nun Elder threw out a new question. It made Hu Feng secretly wonder if he had exposed his true identity and strength, and if the other party was deliberately testing him.

“In my opinion, faith is a principle. Adhering to one’s faith is adhering to one’s principle!”

Hu Feng was cautious. While speaking, he stared into the Grand Elder’s eyes, hoping to detect her true purpose. Unfortunately, he got nothing. The Grand Elder with a cold face was like an iceberg, showing no emotional fluctuations at all.

“Good, very good!”

The Grand Elder named Pamela clapped her hands as she spoke. Several burly Vine Armored Samurais rushed in and escorted Hu Feng back to the big prison. Watching his retreating figure, the Grand Elder’s eyes flashed with an imperceptible cold light before quickly returning to their icy state. With the support of a maid, she left the lifeless, icy Saintess Hall with stiff steps.

After returning to the big prison, Hu Feng sat cross-legged on the ground and calculated carefully. Originally, he had made a plan to eradicate the roots. After being tested by the Nun Grand Elder, he had to consider the changes in the situation and act more cautiously.

One day passed quickly.

For hundreds of years, nothing had changed. No one noticed that the Grand Formation imprisoning Maurice, the Flying Dragon City Lord, had gradually lost its effectiveness. No one knew that an unprecedented storm was approaching. Under the cover of night, endless Flying Dragons swarmed over like a dense cloud, getting closer and closer to the peaceful Graham City.

With the help of the Ghost King Cloak and the Great Teleportation Technique, Hu Feng once again silently infiltrated the City Lord’s Mansion.

Just like last night, the Nun Grand Elder named Pamela was prostrated before City Lord Quentin in a thin robe. The latter sat cross-legged on the ground, with a Soul Refining Flask engraved with Runes placed in front of him; Eight Nuns whose hands were tied behind their backs sat around, watching the scene before them in terror.

“Holy and beautiful Nuns, do not be afraid. In the next moment, you will become my Female Slaves, the most devout and crazy Female Slaves.”

Looking at the eight beautiful Nuns around him, Quentin laughed loudly and made a mysterious hand seal. After muttering a few spells, eight faint smokes suddenly emerged from the Soul Refining Flask in front of him. They were colorless and odorless, seeping into the Nuns’ eyebrows and foreheads. In an instant, the terrified Nuns shuddered and instantly lost their self-awareness.

“Hahaha, Grand Puppet Demon God. With this Ancient Demon God Avatar, I am a true Puppet Demon King!”

Watching the eight Nuns at his mercy, Quentin laughed loudly. A massive Demon God Phantom appeared behind him. Compared to the Puppet Demon God Phantom condensed in Hu Feng’s body, its aura was more pure and massive. It seemed to be cast from cold, hard dark iron, and a cold, stiff aura rushed towards him. Inhaling even a wisp made his limbs stiffen, as if he were to turn into a puppet without emotional fluctuations.

Powerful!

Hu Feng held his breath and remained motionless, lurking outside the window. In one night, Quentin’s strength had increased dramatically. It seemed that the Soul Refining Flask sent by the Black-clad Samurai Bogans last night was indeed extraordinary for the cultivation of Grand Puppet Technique.

“If I devour Quentin’s Origin Power, how far will my Grand Puppet Technique develop?”

Carefully sensing the energy contained in the Grand Puppet Demon God Phantom behind Quentin, Hu Feng’s gaze grew hotter. Killing and plundering have always been the fastest shortcuts in Cultivation. Such an opportunity should never be missed the moment it arises. The more powerful Quentin’s Grand Puppet Technique is, the better.

Roar…

Just as the lustful Quentin was about to take action and blaspheme the eight Nuns at once, a low and powerful roaring sound suddenly came from the horizon, accompanied by a “whoosh” sound like a wind sweeping away the clouds. The sound grew louder and closer, rolling towards Graham City like a hurricane. Soon, earth-shattering screams and frantic alarms came from outside.

“Close the city gates, close the city gates, activate the Magic Tower, quickly!”

“Flying Dragons, all Flying Dragons, oh my god…”

The sudden Flying Dragon army instantly threw the entire Graham City into unprecedented panic.

Seeing the powerful Twelfth Step Flying Dragons pressing down like a sky-covering cloud, black and dense without end, many soldiers abandoned the idea of resisting. Disregarding the stern reprimands of their Commander, they instinctively turned and ran for their lives. The tall Magic Towers inside the castle did not have time to activate before they were forcibly smashed down by the massive Flying Dragons one after another. A huge dragon claw would flap, tearing armored soldiers into fragments. It took great effort to concentrate power and kill the few Flying Dragons that dove down first, but in the blink of an eye, dozens, then hundreds, dived ferociously together.

Under the surprise attack of the Flying Dragon army, Graham’s seemingly powerful defense was instantly torn apart.

“My Lord, it’s bad, it’s bad!”

A messenger rushed in with a pale face, crashing open the door. “My Lord, great disaster. Countless Flying Dragons have killed in. The soldiers can’t hold out. There are fierce Flying Dragon Knights rushing in everywhere, and the soldiers don’t have time to react!”

Flying Dragon Legion?

Quentin’s face changed. He quickly remembered the Flying Dragon City Lord imprisoned deep in the Monastery prison. To keep people in the dark, he had specially imprisoned Maurice, the Flying Dragon City Lord, in the monastery’s dungeon, far from the prisons of Graham City. In the first few years, he was constantly worried that news might leak and feared revenge from Flying Dragon City. After dozens of peaceful years, he had finally relaxed. He never expected that after exactly eight hundred years, Flying Dragon City would suddenly attack.

“Who leaked the news?”

Thinking of the terror of Flying Dragon City Lord Maurice, Quentin was both surprised and angry. He stood up suddenly and kicked the Nun Grand Elder Pamela, who was prostrated in front of him, away. “Quick, immediately ask Lord Redelson of the Morgan Family for help. Send out the elite Graham Team. Get all the Family Elders who are currently in seclusion. Go to the Monastery and kill Maurice!”

Although he was puzzled in his heart, it was obviously not the time to investigate the reasons now. Quentin made a quick decision and issued a series of commands, focusing on decisively seeking help from the newly allied Morgan Family. The Twelfth Step Flying Dragons were still secondary. The key point was that if the powerful demon head Maurice escaped and rushed out of the Monastery prison, the consequences would be disastrous.

While speaking, Quentin drew a sharp large knife, preparing to go to the Monastery himself to kill Maurice, to avoid too many delays. Unexpectedly, the more you worry, the more it happens. Before he could set off, a deafening roar suddenly came from the direction of the Monastery, accompanied by a loud “boom.” An incomparable pressure and violent aura then spread to every corner of the castle.

The Flying Dragon City Lord, who had been imprisoned for exactly eight hundred years, had finally broken free. The towering anger and hatred made Quentin involuntarily shudder.

From the day he imprisoned Flying Dragon City Lord Maurice, he knew he had planted a high-power timed bomb nearby. However, the temptation to refine a Demi-god Puppet was too great. Ignoring the opposition of the family elders, he forcibly imprisoned Maurice and sealed off all related news. He never expected that what was destined to come had finally come!

“Let’s go!”

Quentin ordered with a deep voice. Drops of false sweat appeared on his palm as he walked forward in big strides. He hoped to gather enough power to kill Maurice before his injuries recovered.

“Let’s go. Is it still in time to leave now?”

In the darkness, a cold voice that made Quentin’s heart jump suddenly came out. Hu Feng, who had been hiding in the darkness and patiently waiting for the right opportunity, finally struck.