Battlefield Troublemaker, Reaping the Benefits!

At full power, it can reach speeds of nearly 1,000 meters per second, and its cruising speed can reach 600-700 meters per second.

"Whoosh—!"

The wind howled in my ears, and the thick fog around me receded rapidly like flowing water.

Shen Xing felt the strong wind blowing in his face and squinted. "According to the information Xiao Zuanfeng gave us today, their transaction location is still in 'Flowing Oil Valley'."

"This place is dozens of kilometers away from the territory, but at the speed of Fried Chicken, it only takes a few minutes to get there."

"However, I need to go slowly and minimize any fluctuations in my aura to avoid being detected."

He pondered quietly, then slowed down the Fried Chicken.

The night was deep and dark.

A thick black fog enveloped the entire world, and the faint roars of monsters could be heard from all around.

In the pitch-black valley, the fog seemed much thinner, allowing one to vaguely see the surrounding scenery.

The surrounding rock walls were riddled with holes the size of fingers, from which a viscous black liquid seeped out and flowed slowly down the rock face.

The ground at the bottom of the valley was also covered with a layer of viscous black oil, and the air was filled with the smell of petroleum.

This is how the Flowing Oil Valley got its name.

In this valley, a group of figures dressed in long robes waited silently.

"It's already past the appointed time, and no one from Weideng Royal City has arrived yet."

A gray-robed man said in a low voice, "Are these guys playing us?"

"It's not impossible."

Another grey-robed man with horns on his forehead chimed in, "I heard that the one we're trading with this time is that Lion Knight Commander."

"This guy is a notorious racist and has a very low opinion of us mixed-race Asians."

"Hmph! These foolish humans!" another man in black robes sneered. "One day, they will pay the price for their Pride."

They became increasingly agitated as they spoke, and the crowd was filled with fervor.

"Stop talking." A voice came from behind. "The Saintess Maiden has arrived."

Everyone immediately fell silent and turned to look.

They saw the churning black mist part automatically to both sides.

A graceful figure, dressed in a white gauze dress and wearing a white headscarf, walked slowly towards us, exuding an ethereal and sacred aura.

Chapter 206: A Battlefield Troublemaker Turns into a Fisherman! (6800)

"Greetings, Saintess Majesty!"

All the men in grey robes knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully.

The woman in the white dress waved her hand, and a muffled voice came from behind her veil. "Have all the believers we sent out returned?"

The group exchanged glances and quickly looked around at the other members.

"Wright and Thorne haven't returned yet; they've gone to search the Blackwing Plains." A gray-robed man looked up. "Saintess Majesty, shall we wait for them?"

The woman in the white dress hesitated for a moment, then gently shook her head. "No, let's go inside first."

"Yes!"

The group of gray-robed men responded in unison, then stood up and walked into the valley.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, two hours had passed.

They stood in the basin at the center of the valley, waiting.

As night deepened, the crowd gradually lost patience, and their expressions became increasingly anxious.

"These guys aren't here yet, are they doing this on purpose?" a gray-robed man asked, frowning.

Beside him, another man in black robes said in a deep voice, "It's been two hours past the agreed time. Even if there were delays on the way, they should have arrived by now."

"The fact that they haven't come yet means they've given up on the deal."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

"Saintess Holiness, shall we retreat?" someone suggested. "We can't stay here too long, or we'll be discovered."

The woman in the white dress remained silent; beneath her veil, her delicate nose was slightly wrinkled.

"Wait a little longer."

The ethereal voice resonated, stirring the hearts of the surrounding believers.

Although everyone was impatient, they could only wait patiently.

Time passed, and another hour went by.

They completely lost patience.

"Your Saintess, let's go," one of the men in black robes suggested. "They probably won't be coming."

The woman in the white dress hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly.

Just as she was about to order a retreat, the sound of heavy, rapid hoofbeats came from afar.

"Tap tap... tap tap tap..."

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and immediately saw flickering lights appearing at the entrance to the valley in the distance.

Under their watchful eyes, a fully armed knightly order of over a hundred men emerged from the mist, carrying torches.

Leading the way was the exceptionally tall and imposing knight commander, who resembled a giant.

"Knight Commander Grayson, you're late." A man in black robes stepped forward, his tone quite displeased.

The other grey-robed men also stared coldly at the figure on horseback.

However, the burly giant ignored them and simply asked indifferently, "Where is what His Majesty desires?"

The man in black robes was annoyed that the other party was so late and had not offered any explanation.

But he suppressed his anger and asked, "Where are the goods you promised us?"

The burly giant calmly said, "Give me the goods first, and after I confirm them, I will naturally deliver them to you."

"Impossible." The man in black robes refused decisively. "We won't give it to you until we see the goods."

"Oh, whatever you want then." The burly giant replied casually, then turned and waved his hand. "Let's go."

After saying this, the group of knights immediately turned back and headed out of the valley.

Seeing this, the group of gray-robed men were stunned, seemingly not expecting their opponent to leave so decisively.

"Grayson, you think you can just come and go as you please? What do you take us for?!"

The man in black robes coldly questioned, "We've been waiting here for you for three hours, don't you have anything to say?"

The burly giant completely ignored him and walked straight ahead.

Having been ignored repeatedly, the gloom on the black-robed man's face had become so thick it was impossible to dispel.

He seemed unable to restrain himself any longer, raising his right hand to grab at the other man. "Grayson, stop right there!"

Just then, the burly giant on horseback glanced at him, raised his battle axe, and swung it backward!

"Boom!"

The terrifying shockwave materialized and instantly blasted towards the man in black robes.

He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a truck, and was thrown backwards for hundreds of meters before crashing hard into a black boulder.

"Puff!"

The man in black robes coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his life force immediately waned.

Elder Owen!!!

"Damn it, this guy actually attacked the elder!"

Kill them!

The group of gray-robed men were Wrath, and waves of palpable killing intent erupted from them!

Knight Commander Grayson glanced at them indifferently and said calmly, "A Tier Four Elite was forcibly promoted, who can't even be called a true Master Rank, dares to attack me. He's courting death."

"I haven't Execute him immediately, which is already out of respect for your bishop."

He paused, then added, "Also, there's one more thing to clarify: it's the Church of Blood Origin that's seeking cooperation from Weideng Royal City, not the other way around."

"If there's a next time, I wouldn't hesitate to slaughter you all."

His voice was calm, but when it reached the ears of the group of gray-robed men, they could sense a chilling killing intent.

In an instant, the expressions of all the Blood Origin Cult changed.

"Knight Commander Grayson is indeed as arrogant as the rumors say."

An ethereal voice came from behind.

The woman in the white gauze dress slowly walked out of the crowd.

Its sacred and otherworldly aura stands in stark contrast to this dark, filthy, Flowing Oil Valley, like a goddess rising from the mud unsullied.

Even a rough, muscle-bound man like Grayson was momentarily stunned.

But he quickly regained his composure and snorted coldly, "I was merely disciplining these ill-mannered fellows."

"Is that so?" the woman in the white dress calmly retorted. "Then, Commander Grayson, shouldn't I also be punished?"

Grayson's crimson eyes fell on her, a flash of murderous intent crossing them, but he ultimately fell silent.

The woman in the white dress knew she couldn't provoke the other party too much, so she asked in a low voice, "Sir Grayson, shall this transaction continue?"

"If the deal falls through, I will leave with the believers and report to the bishop."

"If we want to continue, we need to see your sincerity."

She spoke calmly, seemingly handing the choice over to the other person.

Grayson stared at her coldly, then waved his hand dismissively. "Hmph, bring her up."

At the same time, heavy footsteps came from behind the valley.

"Thump! Thump thump!"

It was as if a group of enormous creatures were slowly approaching them.

Then, everyone saw a group of Fallen Overseer, shirtless and with bloodshot eyes, carrying large boxes as they walked over.

Clang! Clang!