Chapter 1658: Chapter 913: Plans and Assaults (Part 2)

Therefore, the Kingdom of Raine is the most coveted destination for all extraordinary professionals.

All strong individuals travel to the Kingdom of Raine.

However, the reason the Kingdom of Raine has remained powerful and never fallen, is rumored to be because there is a hidden force within the Kingdom of Raine named the Morlock Temple.

Strong individuals in the Kingdom of Raine may receive an invitation from the Morlock Temple to join them.

To Lis, this name suggests that this small world might be the domain of some extraordinary forces from the Gaia main world. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Moreover, it might be a divine church.

But what puzzles Lis is that if it truly is the domain of a divine church, then why hasn’t the church’s faith spread to other kingdoms, instead merely recruiting extraordinary strong people?

Yet to Lis, this is still somewhat good news.

If he can confirm which divine church the Morlock Temple belongs to, Lis can find that force in the Gaia main world and gain the opportunity to enter the small world.

However, Hanna knows very little, and has limited knowledge about the Morlock Temple.

From Hanna’s description, it would seem that a legendary strong man exists in the Morlock Temple.

That being the case, Lis feels he should be cautious.

Therefore, he plans to begin with the Kingdom of Sallar.

What can be confirmed now is that the Kingdom of Sallar certainly does not have any legendary strong man.

It is believed the royal family of the Kingdom of Sallar would have more understanding of the Morlock Temple.

The carriage Lis is in is currently heading towards Rekton City.

Theodore, who is driving the carriage, seems to want to say something but ultimately says nothing.

As the carriage advances, Rekton City is already vaguely visible.

Just as they approach Rekton City, Theodore’s keen intuition suddenly captures a slight strange aura.

Rekton City is a crucial transportation hub located at the border of the two countries, usually bustling with activity.

The caravans traveling between the two kingdoms are like shoals of fish, endlessly coming and going.

But at this moment, when Theodore casts his gaze towards the familiar city, the sight makes his heart tense.

The road before the city walls shows not a trace of any caravans, empty as if swept by an unseen storm, leaving only a deathly silence.

At the city gate, a team of soldiers in fine equipment is neatly arrayed, their posture erect, eyes stern, weapons flashing cold under the sunlight, seemingly ready for something.

Theodore’s gaze moves upwards along the city walls, only to see the magic ballistae on the walls glowing with dazzling brilliance.

The glow is reminiscent of twinkling stars in the night sky, yet carrying a chilling killing intent.

These magic ballistae have clearly been activated; just a command away from unleashing deadly arrows like raindrops.

Suddenly, a dreadful thought flashes through Theodore’s mind.

This is a trap!

A strong sense of crisis spreads through him like an electric current, prompting his body to react faster than his mind.

He sharply pulls the reins, letting out an urgent cry, steering the carriage into a sharp turn.

Hooves kick up clouds of dust, the carriage wildly changes direction amidst the jolting, racing away from Rekton City.

Theodore knows deeply that they are in extreme danger at this moment; every second wasted might plunge him and Hanna, along with others, into an unforgivable abyss.

Lis, witnessing this scene, sits up with interest, observing what unfolds.

"You mentioned before that the other nobles of the kingdom teamed up to attack the Grant family."

"Those nobles, can they command the troops of this border city?"

"I remember you said Rekton City isn’t the territory of any noble, but directly belongs to the royal family, right?"

Lis smiles faintly, saying:

"In that case, it seems like those wanting the Grant family gone aren’t just the nobles."

Hearing Lis’s words, Hanna barely manages to sit up in the abruptly redirected carriage, biting her lip, unsure of what to say.

It seems, noticing Theodore’s urgent movements, the soldiers who were originally waiting in formation at the city wall suddenly became as startled as frightened birds.

Their previously orderly formation instantly turns chaotic, each of them charging towards the carriage like fierce beasts, footsteps shaking the ground slightly, dust raised diffusing into the air.

To them, Theodore and his group seem like prizes to fight over.

At the same time, the magic ballistae on the city walls begin to unleash their terrifying power.

Arrows imbued with wind element and fire element scream through the ballistae, the wind element granting the arrows lightning speed, cutting through the air like lightning.

The fire element ignites the arrows with roaring flames, carrying a breath of destruction, lunging towards the carriage.

The sharp whistling sound seems like the call of the Death God, sending chills down the spine.

Inside the carriage, Lis who was leisurely sitting suddenly senses the burst of immense magic power fluctuations, narrowing his eyes slightly.

In a flash, he stands atop the carriage, standing amidst the air.

He looks up at the arrows raining down, his eyes showing no trace of panic.

His right hand slowly grasps forward, as if holding the space itself.

In an instant, time seems to freeze, all arrows aimed at the carriage suddenly stall in mid-air, as if tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

Those originally aggressive arrows now look as if under an immobilization spell, hanging motionlessly.

Then Lis gently pinches his hand, followed by a crisp crackling sound, all arrows shatter, turning into sparkling particles dissipating in the air.

The warriors charging forth upon seeing this scene, their charging momentum instantly slows down.

They stare wide-eyed, faces full of fear and disbelief, as if witnessing the most unimaginable event.

Originally thinking with their fine equipment and strong magic attack, they could easily capture this carriage, yet never expected their attacks to be so effortlessly neutralized.

Those on the Rekton city walls seeing this scene become even more panic-stricken.

The magic ballistae on the walls are their most powerful weapons, able to guard this city, hardly opposed by even extraordinary strong people.

But now it seems everything before Lis is simply powerless.

Their eyes are filled with fear, bodies involuntarily trembling.

At this moment, Lis flashes like a phantom, appearing atop the city wall.

He stands at the edge of the wall, looking down at everyone below with a smile of interest on his face, as if enjoying a fascinating performance.

The soldiers on the wall, who were previously aggressive, witnessing Lis seem to see a terrifying demon.

They retreat in fear, steps chaotic, some even accidentally falling.

Lis looking at their pathetic appearance lightly shakes his head.

He can feel that the soldiers before him are quite ordinary in strength, far inferior to Theodore.

Probably relying on the magic ballistae on the wall, they dared to launch an attack.

However...

Lis slightly turns his head, looking at another person nearby.

Unlike the other soldiers, this person wears an opulent black outfit, each finger adorned with gemstone rings, his corpulence strikingly noticeable.

Realizing Lis’s gaze, this person hurriedly steps back, face as pale as if about to faint any second.

"You, you, you... who are you?"

This fat man speaks shakily:

"I am the Third Prince of the Kingdom of Sallar, isn’t assisting those Sons of Demon a fear you’d be hunted by the entire kingdom?"

Such a cliché tone...

Lis shakes his head, looking at the fat man before him and says:

"Since you’re a prince, I happen to have some questions for you."

"Behave yourself!"