God Level Civilization

Wu Hui’s gaze swept over the terrain beneath his feet, and the more he looked, the more he felt something was off.

The Saint Luan Monastery was backed by a forest, with a vast plain in front and a winding stream flowing by its side, making it appear like an ideal place for self-cultivation.

However, when he considered the topography of the entire Gruberg region, he discovered a problem.

However, the Saint Luan Monastery happened to be located at the very bottom edge of this basin, inherently constrained by the Gruberg Castle.

If someone were to control the Gruberg Castle and then besiege the Saint Luan Monastery, the people in the monastery would be like birds in a cage, unable to escape.

Perhaps someone might say, “Behind the monastery is a forest, and there are mountains and forests all around. Why can’t they retreat there?”

But in reality, this is simply not feasible.

Unlike Earth, there are many places in the wilderness here that humans cannot tread. Even the mountains and forests near human settlements are fraught with danger, with fierce beasts, powerful and brutal monsters, mysterious and unpredictable undead creatures, and various other unpredictable hazards.

The Gruberg region was like a basin, surrounded by mountains and vast plains. The majority of the common people and serfs lived in the middle of the plain, while the Gruberg Castle guarded the only entrance suitable for ordinary people and cavalry, making it an impregnable fortress.

Even if one were a powerful professional, they would still need to organize a fully-equipped professional team and make adequate preparations before daring to venture into the wilderness. What’s more, for ordinary believers with relatively low combat power, it would be even more challenging.

If a conflict were to arise, Catherine and her group would be trapped like fish in a barrel.

“This won’t work. It’s too dangerous,” Wu Hui fretted, furrowing his brow.

The news of the Third Patrol Squad being incorporated into the monastery could not be concealed for much longer

Moreover, the commotion on that night was so significant that Luan City would easily discover what had happened. The monastery could not be let off the hook.

In the face of the potential retaliation from Luan City, the existence of Gruberg Castle  was like a sword hanging over the monastery on the edge of the basin, threatening it at all times. To make matters worse, the handle of the sword was held by someone else, which made them feel extremely unsafe.

Looking down at Gruberg Castle, Wu Hui felt increasingly uneasy as he observed it. If this carefully constructed team of believers was wiped out, Wu Hui would have no choice but to wait for his death.