Heero looked in the same direction as Niadin. He did not immediately rush to the dungeon because he thought of something.
"Can you check it for me?" Heero asked.
The Void Dragon was known for his spatial technique. Tracking or sneaking into the dungeon unnoticed was nothing for Niadin.
"I can do that for you," Old Man Niadin readily agreed to the request.
He put Ryan White down. As he stood up, a portal formed in front of him. A portal the size of a door formed and Niadin immediately stepped into it.
Heero was tempted to follow the old man. However he was not skilled in spatial techniques. Performing a simple spatial technique was still okay, but walking through space was something else entirely.
It took Niadin ten minutes to return. When he stepped out of the portal, it immediately disappeared.
"He's not here,"
The "he" in old man Niadin's mouth was God Horas. The purpose of this journey was to find God Horas, and he could not find God Horas in the dungeon in the deep sea.
"I found a group of humans there. They must be the group that manipulated Ryan White. So what do you want to do?" Old Niadin stretched his body. He was preparing to fight if Heero decided to go.
"Hmmm..." Heero held his chin, "Can we kidnap and interrogate one of them to find God Horas?"
"It's no use. They would not talk even if you fed them the Confession Concoction, let alone a normal interrogation."
As someone who had fought the Specters and their minions for years, Niadin had experience with such things. The interrogation was useless whether it was a human or specter.
Heero fell silent, his main target was the root, God Horas. Killing God Horas' minions was useless, he had many subordinates. He thought about how to use these people to lead him to God Horas.
"Can you put something like a tracker on the gate?"
He asked Niadin after a moment of silence.
"I can! What do you want?" Niadin nodded at Heero. He thought Heero wanted to kill these people, but it seemed he had another plan.
"If interrogation is useless, let's keep them alive and watch them. After all, they could be a big lead to Horas," Heero explained his plan.
It was a simple plan, they just had to watch these people. After all, they could get some clues about the location of God Horas.
"You're not going to kill them?" Niadin scratched his forehead.
"No, there is nothing to be gained by killing them. Let's just watch their movements for now," Heero shook his head.
"But you promised this guy that you would avenge his family."
"I'm not saying I won't kill them, but not now. Oh, come on, old man Niadin, you should know that finding God Horas is more important than avenging his family.
"Besides, it's not like I'm protecting them, we're just postponing the revenge. After all, we will have to kill them after I kill Horas!"
Heero knew that Old Man Niadin had a lot of sympathy for Ryan White. He could understand Old Man Niadin's feelings. But they had to do this for a greater purpose.
Old Man Niadin understood, but he sensed a difference between the Saint and Heero. If it was the old Saint, he would not hesitate to kill these people.
"You are colder than I thought..."
Niadin let out a sigh. Even though he did not agree with Heero, he understood Heero's decision.
Heero just shook his head at the comment about him.
He was no hero and even if he was a saint, Ryan White's misfortune had nothing to do with him.
Although he felt a little conflicted inside, Heero still felt that this was the best choice for now.
"Can you do it?" Heero asked again. If old man Niadin could not do it, then he had to think of another way.
"I can do it! It's easy," Old Man Niadin opened a new portal. He disappeared into the portal and emerged after three minutes.
It was actually easy, he just had to channel his Ki into the gate. If the gate was moved, he could feel it with his Ki.
"Done!"
Heero nodded and opened his smartwatch.
He marked the island on the map.
After that, he sent the marked spot to Luo Wei Chun with a message [Watch this spot 24/7].
Since Heero took over as President, the SES has not been disbanded.
Luo Wei Chun and his secret service were still working as usual. It was only the hunting team that was temporarily inactive.
"What are you going to do now?" Niadin asked.
"Wait and watch!" Heero replied, rubbing his chin. He thought about the situation in the other big cities.
The specters had infiltrated Star City and the Regal Kingdom, deep enough. What about the other major cities?
"What are you thinking?" Looking at the solemn expression on Heero's face, Old Man Niadin could not help but ask.
Heero was willing to share his thoughts with the old man. He told of his concerns about the other cities.
"Without a doubt, they must have infiltrated the other cities as well," Niadin concluded without hesitation.
"But this is so unusual, why did they sneak in and blend in with us? Why did they not attack us like they usually do?"
The specter rarely used such a scheme in the past. Usually, they would attack head on instead of sneaking around like this. Waging war here and there.
"Right?" Heero also found this unusual.
But it was pointless to think about it. There was no way they could find out about it just by thinking like that.
I have to finish the new batch of SES soon and send them to the other cities.
Heero shook his head with a sigh, "Let's get back or they might find us."
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Inside the Dungeon
There was a large building, a building that belonged to God Hora's direct human subordinates, the Reapers.
Reaper was a group of people who betrayed humanity to side with the specters. Most of these people joined the specters for power, of course.
Roman who pretended to be Rodin was part of the Reaper. He was summoned by the leader of Reaper. Not only him, but also his companion, the middle-aged man who accompanied him in Star City.
On the other side of Roman and the middle-aged man were a young man in his late twenties and a middle-aged man in his early forties.
If Heero was here, he would recognize this couple. They were the ones who had attacked the Regal Kingdom. The two who had their hands torn apart by Heero.
No one spoke as the four people waited for their leader to arrive. The dimmed room and the silence made the atmosphere in the room quite eerie.
After a few moments, the door opened.
An old man with a thick white beard entered the room.
Tak! Tak! Tak!
Every step he took made a sound, the sound of a staff hitting the wooden floor. The old man was holding a wooden staff in his right hand.
From the way the old man was walking, there was something wrong with his feet.
The four people in the room immediately lowered their heads to the ground. They bent their bodies down until their foreheads touched the wooden floor.
The old man made his way to his seat, a seat made of bones.
Tak! Tak! Tak!
He reached the seat and raised his hand, "You can raise your head now!"
A gruff voice came out of the old man's mouth. Roman and the other three raised their heads.
They looked straight into their leader's face, for they all knew that their leader did not like it when they spoke without looking at him.
"We greet Lord Reaper!" The four bowed their heads again at the same time as they greeted the old man.
"Mnnn!" The old man nodded his head, "I have heard all about your failure!"
As soon as the old man said that, the four people tensed up.
"As I said, it was an understandable failure, so I will give you a second chance. A chance to make up for your failure."
"We are very grateful for your mercy!" The four men knelt until their foreheads touched the wooden floor.
"If you are very grateful, then find Nightmare and Snow Bane for me! If our enemy is like what you described, then we alone are not enough! Go find them!"
Nightmare and Snow Bane were the same groups as them. They served the same god, God Horas.
Reaper was a group formed by humans, Nightmare was a group formed by beastmen, and Shadow Bane was a group formed by corrupted dwarves.
They were three different groups, but they had one thing in common, they had betrayed their race.
"We obey Lord Reaper's command!"
"Mnn, before God Horas descends, we must conquer this small earth and present it to God Horas! To do this, we must remove all obstacles!"
With that, the four men excused themselves and left the room. The old man remained in the darkened room.
That was right, none of their actions were under the command of God Horas. They did it of their own free will and it was all for the God they served, God Horas.
God Horas' whereabouts were still unknown even to his followers. However, they believed that one day God Horas would descend again.