Chapter 124: Puppet Bomb

“Help kill a Demi-god Stronger?”

Redelson smiled coldly, “Lord Quentin, the formal alliance agreement hasn’t been signed yet, and the entire Graham City is about to turn into ruins. Without an elite, massive army, and without a castle with a huge population, what do you have to join our Bourbon Alliance?”

The law of the jungle reigned in the Wasteland; no one would sympathize with the weak. Redelson came this time to rope in a power ful ally and pull him onto the Morgan Family’s chariot, not to do charity. If Quentin was powerless to turn the tide and unable to drive out the raging Flying Dragon army, he would absolutely not make a move. A castle turned into ruins held no qualification worth wooing.

“You…”

Under Hu Feng’s control, Quentin pretended to look both shocked and furious. He stood up abruptly and walked forward a few steps without leaving a trace. His steps were a bit stiff, but they didn’t attract anyone’s attention, “Lord Redelson, yes, that’s right, our Graham City has suffered unprecedented heavy damage right now. But even if the entire castle is destroyed into ruins, as long as I, Quentin, am still here, it can be quickly rebuilt. My master, Igula, will soon break through the bottleneck and become a God Step Puppeteer. With his help, whether it’s Cold Moon City, Sand City, or Fallen Leaf City… all will fall into my hands. Within a radius of ten thousand li, or even further, it will all be my territory. By then, if you come to Graham City again, I’m afraid…”

Watching the faint black mist spread to every corner of the hall, Hu Feng, who was hiding in the dark, smiled coldly. He used Quentin, this puppet, to delay time as much as possible, directing him to slowly move closer to Redelson.

“What… you are the disciple of the Puppet Ancestor Igula?”

Sure enough, Redelson was taken aback.

Although he had never dealt with Igula, known as the Puppet Ancestor, after wandering in the Wasteland for so many years, he had heard the fierce reputation of this Grand Puppeteer more than once. If he really broke through the bottleneck and became a God Step Puppeteer, perhaps in the blink of an eye, everyone in the castle would turn into his puppets, and he would become a most terrifying Demi-god Stronger.

Although Graham City had decent strength, it was far from reaching the point where he, a Demi-god Stronger, would personally come to win them over. Originally, he still had some doubts and dissatisfaction about this mission. Now, hearing Quentin say this, he couldn’t help but recall the instructions of His Highness Prince Arthas before departure, and suddenly realized.

So it turned out that what His Highness the Prince really wanted to win over was not Quentin, this small City Lord, but the powerful Puppet Ancestor Igula standing behind him!

A God Step Puppeteer, if he could win over such a top-notch strongman, it would be better than winning over a hundred castles like Graham City. With such a strongman sitting in charge, whether attacking or defending, victory would be certain!

“Lord Quentin, in that case, you come with us. I will personally protect you as you leave here. Graham City is finished, but as you said, as long as you are alive, there is still a chance!”

After pondering for a moment, Redelson made up his mind decisively.

Under the ravage of the Flying Dragon army, Graham City was completely done for, even if they, these dozen or so people, joined in, it would be of no help. Moreover, Maurice, the Flying Dragon City Lord, had extraordinary strength, and he wasn’t sure he could defeat him. The best way was to take Quentin, this City Lord in distress, back to Thunder City and let His Highness Prince Arthas deal with it personally.

“Alright, Lord Redelson, then I’ll trouble you, let’s go together!”

Quentin sighed and accelerated imperceptibly towards Redelson and his group, his face looking gloomy, pretending to be helpless. Seeing him nod in agreement, Redelson breathed a sigh of relief. If Quentin, this guy, refused to leave and wanted to live or die with Graham City, that would really be quite troublesome. Just as he was about to say a few words of comfort, suddenly, he felt something was wrong, and his eyebrows raised.

Quentin, who walked over, looked sorrowful, but his eyes were ice-cold, with a touch of anger, resentment, and unwillingness. At the same time, most of the dozen or so guards beside him had become dull-looking at some point, their eyelids getting heavier and heavier, as if they were about to fall asleep on the spot. In the air, wisps of strange aura rippled, and unknowingly, their limbs felt numb and stiff as if they were in an ice cave.

Not good!

Redelson was shocked and just as he was about to strike, Quentin, a few steps away, suddenly pushed hard with his tiptoes and rushed over like a moth to a flame. Mysterious Runes appeared on his body, his body suddenly expanded, contracted, and then expanded again… after repeating this rapidly several times, it suddenly exploded, setting off a wave of air that shot straight into the sky.

What was the concept of a Holy Step Stronger self-destructing?

Redelson couldn’t imagine.

In an instant, he only felt an unparalleled force sweep over him, his body felt like it was struck by a hammer, and also like a rolling mountain ran over his chest. Of the accompanying attendants, three Sword Saint strongmen were shaken away, vomiting blood, suffering heavy injuries. The rest of the attendants were blown to pieces on the spot, and blood flowed like a river.

Now!

At the instant he manipulated Quentin to self-destruct, Hu Feng, who had been hiding in the darkness, struck decisively. His figure swayed, and he appeared in front of Redelson. Using the sky-full of smoke and dust as cover, he stabbed his sword straight into his chest.

Puff…

The sharp Death Oak pierced into Redelson’s body as wished, but after piercing a small section, no matter how hard Hu Feng tried, he could not pierce another half an inch. Redelson’s body was as hard as black iron. After the strike succeeded, not only could he not pierce in, but for a moment, he couldn’t even pull it out.

“Courting death!”

After a muffled grunt, Redelson’s fist suddenly appeared in front of Hu Feng. The fierce fist wind made it hard to keep one’s eyes open, like a knife cutting. With infinite strength, just one punch smashed Hu Feng, who had no time to dodge, away. The tiger’s mouth went numb, and in an instant, he couldn’t even lift the Death Oak in his hand, and the bones all over his body felt like they were falling apart, with cracks the size of hairs appearing. Before he could even catch his breath, a huge fist appeared in front of his eyes again.

This punch had no technique or magical power, only pure strength. But with just this ordinary punch, nothing could block it, making Hu Feng smell the scent of death!

For Redelson, his fist was his sharpest weapon. Hard as iron and possessing infinite strength, whether it was heavy armor or a big mountain in front of him, he would smash it all into pieces with one punch. The dominance of a Demi-god Stronger was displayed vividly.

“Titan Puppet Formation!”

Just as the terrifying fist was about to smash onto his chest, Hu Feng’s figure suddenly disappeared and appeared behind a Titan Giant. He formed a mysterious hand seal with his hand and directed eight huge Titan Puppets to pounce on Redelson. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, almost simultaneously, eight fierce Wind Blades were sent out, carrying a piercing sound of breaking through the air.

“Who are you?”

Rushing out from the sky-full of dust, looking at Hu Feng not far away, Redelson’s face was cold, turning a blind eye to the Wind Blades approaching him. Ding, ding, a few sounds, the sharp Wind Blades were shaken away, leaving no trace on his body. Except for the sharp Death Oak, he was simply invulnerable!

“Blackwater!”

Hu Feng had the Ghost King Cloak on his head and spread his huge Dark Wings, his whole body shrouded in the cold Dark Mist. Looking at Redelson, this perverted killing machine, he took a deep breath.

A Demi-god Stronger was indeed a Demi-god Stronger, many times stronger than a Sword Saint. With his current strength, even if he set a trap and launched a sneak attack, he could hardly gain any advantage. This was still under the premise that the other party had inhaled the black mist of the Soul Refining Flask and could not display his full strength. After devouring the power of the Fifteenth Step Minotaur King, his own strength was already strong enough, but compared with this perverted guy Redelson, the difference was unknown many times!

“You are Blackwater?”

Redelson raised his eyebrows, took a cold step forward, and a muffled sound like thunder came from his body. His already well-developed muscles bulged high, and veins were exposed under his dark skin. In the blink of an eye, his whole body grew a size larger. With a gentle crush of his tiptoe, the entire hall creaked, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground, walls, and roof, “Hahaha, good, just in time to punch you to death. Those who dare to oppose our Prince Arthas, no matter who they are, no matter how far they hide, have only one way to die!”

After understanding Hu Feng’s identity, Redelson, who was injured on his left shoulder, laughed loudly, and his figure suddenly lunged forward. One punch, a simple punch, almost simultaneously smashed onto all the Titans. Dong, dong, a few muffled sounds, and the eight Fourteenth Step Titan Giants crashed down, covered in cracks. A cold wind blew, and they turned into tiny particles of dust and disappeared.

Titan Giants, standing at the top of the biological chain like Angels. An ordinary Demon Hunter with one Titan War Pet would be enough to look down on everyone. But in front of Redelson, this powerful pervert, they were vulnerable!

“Go!”

Hu Feng’s face changed greatly, and he subconsciously bowed and retreated backward, avoiding the fist that suddenly appeared in front of him. Then he accelerated into a dive, grabbed the Soul Refining Flask placed in the darkness, flapped his huge Dark Wings, turned around, and left.

This sneak attack could be said to be a complete failure. Although he had all the advantages of time and place, it was still of no avail.

In the face of absolute power, all traps, conspiracies, and defenses were futile. This famous saying widely circulated in the Wasteland was verified on Redelson, this violent machine!

“You can’t escape, chase!”

Looking at Hu Feng who was quickly moving away, Redelson led the remaining three attendants with Sword Saint strength and chased closely, skimming across the ground like a cheetah. Rushing out of the City Lord’s Mansion filled with thick smoke, crossing the city gate where blood flowed like a river, stepping onto the vast Wasteland, and heading all the way east. Looking from high altitude, a spectacular Grand Canyon lay across in the distance, and wisps of sulfur scent rippled in the air.

The stronger Redelson was, the more determined Hu Feng was to kill him first.

Although this trap did not kill him with one strike, he finally managed to stab him with a sword, dripping with blood. The wound left by the Death Oak could not stop bleeding or heal in a short time. The tighter Redelson chased in his rage, the more blood would flow from his body. Even if he was really an iron man, he would inevitably become weak after losing too much blood, and that would be his death time!

Hoo…

After crossing a high mountain, Hu Feng looked back at Redelson and his group who were chasing relentlessly, and smiled coldly. He deliberately slowed down to keep a certain distance from the pursuers and headed straight for the Sulfur Cave deep in the Grand Canyon, following the scent in the air. Back in the dungeon, after hearing the experience of Maurice, the Flying Dragon City Lord, exploring the Sulfur Cave back then, he had already decided on the way to deal with Redelson.