God Level Civilization

Time passed quickly, and a few days had passed without notice.

Gru town is a small town located in the remote area of the St.
Luan region.

Around the town, there are six villages of varying sizes, as well as nearby estates and scattered small settlements, with a total population of six or seven thousand people.

Apart from being closer to the St.
Luan Monastery, this is an unremarkable town.
In earlier years, it relied on serving the constant flow of pilgrim teams and supplying the monastery to maintain the town’s prosperity.

However, with the fall of the God of Light and the Empire’s policy to ban the Church of Light, Gru town became increasingly desolate, with even fewer merchant caravans coming through.

Located on a towering cliff in the southwest corner of Grutown, Gruburg is like a crouching beast silently guarding the town below.

Compared to the St.
Luan Monastery, Gruberg lacks some of the sacredness and dignity, but appears more ferocious.
With a moat over ten meters wide, thick stone walls, towering arrow towers, and lookout posts, the complete war facilities make it look like a war machine, exuding a chilling aura, as if it could unleash its ferocious fangs anytime, anywhere.

It is the hereditary castle of the Grue family and the last barrier to enter the Grue region.

Baron Gandial is the hereditary baron of the Grue family in this generation.

The ancestors of the Grue family were once prominent figures who followed the emperor in expanding and conquering new territories.
However, as time passed, the fortunes of the family waned due to various changes.

The family’s legacy, passed down from generation to generation, was gradually eroded and by the time of Gandial, it had fallen into decline.
Despite this, Gandial maintained his extravagant lifestyle by levying exorbitant taxes on his subjects.
This caused deep resentment among the people, who dared not speak out due to Gandial’s tyranny.

As the sun began to set, the last rays of the evening sun illuminated an old horse-drawn carriage, casting a melancholic aura upon it.
The carriage slowly approached the Gruberg castle, pulled by a tired and worn-out horse.

Driving the carriage was a young man dressed in simple linen clothes.
He was strong and sturdy, with red-rimmed eyes that betrayed a long-suppressed sense of frustration.

The gates of Gruberg were not yet closed, and the drawbridge was still over the moat.

On the watchtower, two elite soldiers in armor stopped a carriage that approached and rudely shouted, “Stop right there! Who are you? How dare you come close to Gruberg? Are you looking for trouble?”

Hearing this, the young man’s eyes flared with anger.
However, he quickly suppressed it and put on a flattering smile.
“Gentlemen, my name is Abelon, and I was sent by the baron to bring someone to Gruberg.”

The soldiers scrutinized him and looked at him warily.
“Where is the baron’s order? And who is in the carriage?”

Abelon hesitated for a moment, his eyes showing a hint of reluctance.
“We don’t have an order.
The person in the carriage is my new wife, Aelia.”

The two soldiers were stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter, looking at Abelon with disdain and mockery.
“So you’re Abelon.
We heard you married a beautiful wife.
Congratulations, congratulations!”

Abelon’s face turned red, seemingly unable to bear the humiliation, and he clenched his fists tightly.

The soldiers didn’t care about his feelings at all and laughed even louder.
One of them even walked up and pulled open the carriage curtain.

Inside, a bride dressed in a pure white wedding dress sat in the carriage.
Although her face was obscured by the veil, her graceful figure and exceptional temperament were still apparent.
The setting sun cast a holy light through the carriage window, adding a touch of divine aura to her.

“The bride is so beautiful.” The elite soldiers’ eyes flashed with greed and excitement as they waved to Abelon, “Leave the carriage, you can go back now.”

Abelon nervously blushed and said, “Sir, I can’t do that.
According to the Baron’s rules, I must personally escort Aelia into the castle.”

“Hahaha~”

The two elite soldiers laughed even more wildly, “What an obedient useless groom~ Forget it, go ahead.
Remember, tonight you can only sleep in the stable.”

They waved him off, and Aaron sat back on the driver’s seat and slowly drove the carriage towards the drawbridge.

The two soldiers continued to laugh and talk, not caring if Abelon heard them.
“The Baron sure knows how to play.
He wants to exercise his first night rights, and he even wants the groom to deliver the bride himself.”

“Yes, indeed.
But isn’t it great? Let the groom wait in the castle and imagine what kind of pleasure his beautiful bride is experiencing.”

“I wonder if we can join in this time? The bride is very pretty.”

“After our shift, let’s go take a look.
Maybe we can get in on the action.
Hahaha~”

Their wicked laughter passed through the thick carriage curtain and into the carriage.

Inside, the supposed “bride” who should have been trembling in fear, sat up straight with cold, piercing eyes, freezing even the air around her.

Unconsciously, the setting sun had completely fallen below the horizon.

Nightfall arrived.

Darkness shrouded Gruberg.

In the highest part of the castle, from the French window of the lookout tower, a faint candlelight could be seen.

Inside the room, the “bride” sent by her newlywed husband was dressed in a pure and beautiful white wedding gown, sitting dignifiedly on the edge of the bed, quietly looking towards the door.

This room was originally a lookout room, but it had been transformed by Baron Gandial, into a bedroom, a special bedroom designed for exercising the lord’s right of the first night.

The room was very simple, with only a linen-covered wooden bed in the center of the room, and a table next to it with seven or eight wooden “torture devices” of varying shapes and sizes.
The surface of those devices still bore various degrees of bloodstains.

Despite the flickering candlelight, there was still a cold and eerie atmosphere in the room, as if there were ghosts lingering around, making people shiver.

However, even in such an environment, the “bride” sitting on the edge of the bed remained calm and composed.
Her deep blue eyes showed no fear, but instead revealed a hint of pity.

It turned out that this “bride” was none other than Catherine, who had disguised herself and infiltrated Gruberg.

Just by looking at the scene in front of her, Catherine could imagine the inhumane experiences that those pure and kind brides had suffered in this room, and could even imagine their helplessness and fear at that time.
Naturally, she did not feel afraid, only angry.

In her mind, she couldn’t help but think of the nuns and sisters who died tragically in the monastery, and the anger in her heart was like a flame, burning more and more fiercely, almost overwhelming her reason.

While Catherine was filled with sadness and anger, in the divine realm, Wu Hui also saw the furnishings in the room through the “Eye of God”.

Seeing this situation, even though he did not carry the deep hatred like Catherine, he couldn’t help but curse the barbarian lord.
This Baron Gandial was really a despicable creature.

Yesterday, Wu Hui had already accumulated 1000 points of faith and regained one point of divine power, which gave him some confidence to take action.

However, even with complete preparation, it was still very dangerous for Catherine to infiltrate alone.
Wu Hui was very worried and had been monitoring the situation in real time through the Eye of God, so that he could respond promptly if any problems occurred.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps were heard outside the door.
Even Wu Hui became nervous, as this battle was about life and death.