Chapter 87: Temple of Terror

Hiss…

A gust of Yin wind swept past, blowing a strand of long hair from Hu Feng’s head. His brow was nearly pierced by an invisible weapon . Before he could even catch his breath, three streams of Yin wind curled in from three different directions. His throat stung as a fatal wound was slit open. At the same time, his heart and abdomen also suffered a Fatal Strike.

Shadow Raid!

In an instant, Hu Feng suffered fatal heavy injuries. The Shadow Guard lurking beside Weinberg was indeed powerful; every time he struck, he left the enemy no room to dodge or counterattack. Looking at the fatal wounds on Hu Feng’s body, Weinberg, who had been nervous and uneasy, finally let out a sigh of relief. But in the next instant, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Hu Feng, severely injured, swayed as if he were about to fall. His figure quickly faded until it became transparent. Just as he vanished into thin air, he suddenly gave a strange, evil smile.

“Careful!”

Weinberg was terrified. He pulled out a long sword with a backhand motion and loudly warned the Shadow Guard who had landed the hit. His reaction was extremely fast, but unfortunately, he was still a step too slow!

Boom…

An invisible roar suddenly appeared in the air. In an instant, it sounded like ten thousand horses galloping, or like the muffled thunder of summer on the great Gobi, exploding directly in the depths of everyone’s minds. Suddenly, everyone inside and outside the council hall, and even everyone in the City Lord’s Mansion, could not help but scream and fall to the ground holding their heads. Waves of severe pain surged through their minds, as if millions of carnivorous ants were crawling inside. The dozens of imperial guards standing outside bore the brunt of it; their consciousness was instantly shattered, and they turned into idiots.

Undead Roar!

At the critical moment, Hu Feng used a Mirror Puppet to attract the enemy’s attack, and then cast a powerful Soul attack, instantly and severely wounding the invisible enemy. After a scream, four tall figures quickly appeared in the council hall. Without exception, all of their faces were pale. Looking at Hu Feng, who had appeared ghost-like behind the City Lord, they stared as if they had seen a ghost.

Shadow Guards, killers who left no shadow!

This was the evaluation of them by people for many years. Demon Hunters wandering in the Wasteland would rather anger a Fourteenth Step giant dragon than provoke such messengers of death.

In order to kill his old enemy Weinberg, the Cold Moon City Lord had once spent a heavy sum to recruit top killers to sneak into Sand City, but not a single one returned alive. Later, upon hearing that the mission was to assassinate Weinberg in Sand City, no killer dared to take the task, no matter how high the reward.

With four Shadow Guards attacking together, even if Hu Feng’s strength was great, it would be hard for him to escape disaster. The Shadow Guards joined forces to perform their strongest strike. Unexpectedly, Hu Feng, this uninvited guest, was even more ruthless. Before they killed, one could still vaguely see a trace of a shadow, but Hu Feng, this Great Demon Head, did not leave even a trace of a shadow as he slaughtered everyone!

“You… who exactly are you?”

Turning to look at Hu Feng, who had appeared silently behind him, Weinberg was covered in cold sweat and could not help but retreat a few steps. He secretly sent out a Magic Message, urgently summoning the family experts who were in closed-door Cultivation.

“You just need to know that I can help you. Does my identity really matter that much?”

Hu Feng glanced at the few terrified Shadow Guards with a half-smile and said indifferently, “Lord Weinberg, you should be very familiar with the Cold Moon City Lord, right? I have some grudges with him. I once accidentally killed his son. I have always been timid. Having a powerful enemy thinking about me all day makes dragon meat tasteless. There was no way, so I had to take some time to kill him. Regrettably, I once said publicly that when I came back to kill him, I would definitely destroy his Cold Moon City to eliminate future trouble. Originally, destroying a small castle was not a difficult task; unfortunately, I am really in a hurry recently and do not want to spend too much time here. Sand City and Cold Moon City are so close; I think you might be interested in cooperating.”

Hu Feng did not hide it and directly stated the purpose of his trip.

“You… you are the Great Demon Head who once caused chaos in Cold Moon City and killed his son Lasalle in front of the Cold Moon City Lord?” Weinberg trembled all over. He sensed carefully and indeed felt a rich Death Aura inside Hu Feng.

The earth-shattering battle between Hu Feng and the Cold Moon City Lord that day had alarmed so many people. As the old enemy of the Cold Moon City Lord, Weinberg naturally paid extra attention. Afterward, he sent a large number of people to sneak into Cold Moon City to inquire about the news. Unfortunately, apart from knowing that Hu Feng contained a large amount of Death Aura and was likely a powerful Dark Mage, they could not find any more clues. No one knew his true identity or whereabouts.

Originally, Weinberg had hoped to find Hu Feng to join hands and get rid of the old enemy, the Cold Moon City Lord. Helplessly, he could not find his tracks at all, so he gave up after his efforts were in vain. Unexpectedly, today he suddenly took the initiative to come to his door.

“I killed Lasalle, but I am not some Great Demon Head. I am a good person. I just wanted to leave Cold Moon City at the time, but that prodigal Lasalle insisted on keeping us. There was no way, so I had to kill him!” Hu Feng’s tone was sincere. As he spoke, he glanced meaningfully at the four Shadow Guards standing behind Weinberg, making their hearts tremble with fear.

Are you kidding? He started killing wildly as soon as he made a move, lawless. Such a guy is a good person? If he is not a Great Demon Head, who is?

Looking at Hu Feng, who claimed to be a good person, the four Shadow Guards kept quiet and behaved themselves. Not long ago, they were all full of Killing Intent and confident in their own strength. Now, they did not have even a trace of the thought to attack. Hu Feng’s Soul attack gave rise to a strong sense of fear in them!

“In order to kill the Cold Moon City Lord and eliminate future trouble forever, you came to me. It is precisely because of this that you impersonated my brother and killed Thrace and his group in public, leaving me with no other choice. That Knight who escaped back to report the news using a Teleportation Scroll was also intentionally let go by you!”

Weinberg felt a wave of bitterness in his heart. After thinking carefully, he quickly understood the cause and effect.

Ruthless!

Ruthless enough!

Both insidious and ruthless!

As a high and mighty City Lord, Weinberg asked himself if there were any conspiracies he hadn’t seen, but he had never met anyone who acted as ruthlessly and decisively as Hu Feng. Although he was extremely unwilling in his heart, he had to admit that having such a person as an opponent was undoubtedly like placing a sharp butcher’s knife on his own neck.

“Brother Weinberg, I am doing this for your own good!” Hu Feng smiled and continued, “Joining the so-called Bourbon Alliance does you no good. I just happened to help you solve a trouble. Although the Morgan Family is powerful, Thunder Explosion City is so far away that they cannot send a full army to take revenge for a while. As long as we destroy Cold Moon City and swallow their forces, everything within ten thousand miles will be your territory. By then, even if the Morgan Family wants to take revenge, they probably won’t have the strength!”

“Good, let’s cooperate and destroy Cold Moon City!” After thinking for a while, the ambitious Weinberg nodded resolutely. “However, recently, a Temple of Terror suddenly appeared to the north of Sand City, and teams of powerful Twelfth Step Dark Knights have poured out, holding back the vast majority of our elites in Sand City. If we don’t destroy those powerful Undead Creatures, we simply have no strength to send troops. Brother Blackwater, look, is it…”

Weinberg looked troubled and quickly started negotiating terms.

“No problem, I will help you solve the problem of the Temple of Terror.” Hu Feng agreed immediately. He paused and then continued, “However, please also help Brother Weinberg solve a problem. I need population, a large population, especially craftsmen from all walks of life. Next, our castles will open to each other and build a large Teleportation Array!”

Hu Feng also took the opportunity to put forward his own conditions. As a historic castle, Sand City had mature development in all aspects and possessed a huge flow of people and goods. Cooperating with such a castle would undoubtedly allow Blackwater City to develop rapidly, laying a solid foundation for the grand strategy of controlling the entire Underground World.

Although Twelfth Step Dark Knights were powerful, a Temple of Terror that could summon Dark Knights was exactly what he urgently needed. Although the Lich Legion had a large number, there were few high-level creatures. If a batch of Dark Knights joined, it would undoubtedly be like adding wings to a tiger. Even if Weinberg had not made such a request, after learning the news, he would never miss the opportunity.

“Good, no problem!”

Weinberg made a prompt decision and agreed immediately. Both sides got what they needed and hit it off instantly.