Nobilis of War

Chapter 1189 Ready To Go Back To The Ancestral Land

"I see!" Finally, Darren had the reason why his black god's power had increased slowly as he improved

his cultivation base. It turned out that in order to enhance the black god's power, the Power of Belief

was needed.

Now that Darren was a Defiant Master, he was qualified to accept believers. It shouldn't take him long

to fully cultivate the black god's power.

"Very well, Kerr. I will allow you to follow me in the future. As long as I rise to power, I will treat you

well." Darren had a hard time containing his excitement.

"Yes, sir.

But there's just one problem. If I don't return home for a long time, the great king may use the master

and slave bond to kill me," Kerr explained nervously.

"There's no longer a need to worry about that," the guardian said. "The Defiant Master's status is equal

to that of a chief god, so the bond of the Oath of Believer you established with the Defiant Master is

much greater than that of the master and slave bond. As long as Darren doesn't want you to die, your

master can't kill you at all, because the chief god's will is above everything!"

"Oh, thank goodness!" Kerr smiled up at the sky. This meant that his life was saved.

"All right. You'd better cure the princess' injury as soon as possible. After she recovers, I advise you to

transfer the entire space with you, or someone might discover it," the guardian informed Darren.

"Okay." Darren nodded and didn't say anything else. He walked over to Lindsay, who was lying on the

ground, and began to heal her injury.

After three months of rest, Lindsay was much better. The old fiend Otis had almost recovered too.

"Wow! The level-nine divine weapons are really powerful. You actually used them to kill a warrior at the

peak of the Domain God Realm!" Lindsay said as she stared at the blade and sword that were glinting

in Darren's hands.

"It's not that cool actually. The guardian told me that I didn't even use one ten thousandth of its power.

When I reach a higher realm, I will be stronger with the help of my blade and sword," Darren explained,

slowly putting the sword and blade away.

A trace of envy flashed in Lindsay's eyes again. She turned to Darren and said, "You have so many

materials left. Give some to me. I wouldn't get so hurt if I had a level-nine divine weapon!"

Darren looked at her and smiled.

"I'm not kidding," Lindsay stated seriously. "From now on, we'll fight together. If I have a level-nine

divine weapon, I will be more skilled. It's good for both of us."

"When did I ever say that I will fight with you? I plan to leave today. You can take this space with you

and hide somewhere else," Darren said calmly.

"You can't!" Lindsay shot up from the ground and grabbed him by the arm. "You must go with me."

Darren gave her a strange look. "Why?" he asked.

"Don't ask so many questions. It's none of your business. Ugh! Fine! I like it." She rolled her eyes at

Darren.

"You like it? Is it because you like me?" Darren teased.

"Come on! Just look at your face. What makes you think I like you?" she said with disdain.

"Phew! You scared me for a second." Darren patted his chest and exhaled loudly. Lindsay puffed up

her chest.

"What do you mean by that? Do you want to die?" Before he could open his mouth to answer, Lindsay

was opening her palm and slapping him.

"Ouch!" Darren grumbled in pain, "What a crazy, ugly woman! I definitely should stay away from you."

"That's it! You're dead! Don't run away! I'll skin you alive!" Lindsay screamed in anger and began to

chase Darren around. He laughed the entire time.

Three days later, in the barren land of the fiend race, four people appeared at the entrance of the

village.

Darren, Lindsay, Otis, and Kerr swept their eyes over the small village. All around them, blood was

pooling and splattered on the walls of stone huts. No matter where they looked, they couldn't see a

living being.

"They are all dead," Otis commented as his grey eyes filled with tears.

Darren looked at Kerr and his lips pulled back in a snarl.

"Sir, I didn't kill them," Kerr said quickly, holding up his hands.

"If it wasn't you, then it must be Derrick, right?" Darren impatiently awaited an explanation.

"No. It wasn't him either. When we came here, we only killed a few people who blocked our way. We

didn't kill all the villagers. Please trust me," Kerr said in a trembling voice.

"If it wasn't you, who else could have done it?" Darren frowned.

"They didn't do it. Judging from the residual aura of the dead bodies, they must have been killed by

Beck," Otis answered through a wall of tears.

"Who is Beck?" Lindsay snapped.

"He's a leader who takes our blood essence every year. His camp is four hundred kilometers away,"

Otis replied.

"Damn it! I'm going to kill him!" Lindsay yelled, squeezing her hands into fists.

"Please don't." Otis raised his hand and stopped her. He then continued, "If you kill him, your

whereabouts will be exposed. We don't need that kind of trouble right now. We need to leave as soon

as possible."

In fact, Otis felt much more hurt from this than anyone else at that moment, but he was sensible

enough to not take revenge.

"I have an idea. I'm still a fiend general now and they don't know I am Darren's believer. I'll go and beat

him up," Kerr suggested. He had killed several people in the village before. Now, to make amends, it

made sense that he volunteered to kill Beck.

"That's a good idea. I give you fifteen minutes. Kill him," Darren agreed, nodding his head.

"Yes, sir!"

Kerr took the order and flew away immediately.

"Princess Lindsay, when this is over, we will go our separate ways," Darren said seriously.

"I have told you so many times, no way.

Don't forget that you once said you would go to the Immortal Land to find me the empyrean dew,"

Lindsay shot back, placing her hands on her hips.

"I'll try my best to do what I have promised you, but I can't find it for you now. I need to increase my

strength and I need to go to the Ancestral Land first," Darren explained. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"The Ancestral Land? Ha-ha." With a cold smile, she said, "Many people have been kicked out of that

place. If I'm right, you were also expelled like my father, weren't you? Why do you still want to go back?

I don't understand!"

"I need to meet with my friends that have been staying there for almost ten years," Darren explained.

"Okay. But if you are lying, I will despise you forever. In fact, I will go with you just to see. We can't go

separately anyway."

Darren cast a surprised glance at her and asked, "You always say that we should go together. Have

you fallen in love with me?"

"Don't dream of it. You don't deserve my love. I have my own reasons to go with you. You can rest

assured that I will never harm you. Treat me as one of your friends and let me tag along. Please,"

Lindsay said sincerely.

Darren kept silent for a while and finally sighed. "All right. I was just worried that you would be in

danger if you went with me. Since you are not afraid, you can go to the Ancestral Land with me. Otis

and Kerr can hide in the space left by your father."

"Great. That's more like it. Good boy." Lindsay patted Darren's shoulder and laughed happily.