Nobilis of War

Chapter 1514 Patrolmen

"Young man, you don't need to explain yourself. Are you hurt? Are you scared? You've done good, boy.

Rest first," Corissa said friendly.

Darren was stunned.

The attitude of the mangy hen had suddenly changed. Her kindness surprised Darren.

It must be because of the mysterious man.

"Madam, are you being threatened by someone? Why are you suddenly so kind to me?" Darren asked

with a smile.

"No, why are you thinking like that? An old friend of mine just said hi to me. If I had known that you and

that master are of the same race, we wouldn't have misunderstood each other like that." Corissa knew

that there was a great master in the abyss, but she didn't know that he was also a human.

"It's good of you to say so," Darren said, his body relaxing. "I heard that you used to be one of the

rulers in this abyss. How did you end up like this? You look like you're going to lose all your feathers."

As soon as he said this, Darren could feel that the mangy hen's aura had suddenly turned very hostile.

However, it quickly died down.

"Cut the crap. You can leave now." Obviously, Corissa was annoyed.

However, Darren wanted to see just how much power the mysterious master possessed, and how

much influence he had over the mangy hen, who had once been a ruler in this place.

"Ha! I'm just kidding. Please don't take it to heart. I just arrived here. I've got so many questions to ask,

madam. Please favor me with your instructions," Darren said, his voice sincere.

Corissa cast him a wary glance, wondering why he suddenly became so serious.

"That's more like it. You can ask me whatever you want," she replied.

Darren nodded. "Madam, do you know who helped me out of the Space of Belief?"

Corissa was stunned for a moment, and then shook her head violently. "Sorry, I can't answer this one.

Do you have anything else to ask?"

Darren was speechless. It was obvious that Corissa didn't want to tell him the truth.

"Well, if any creature gets caught by the chief god's projection, where do you think he will be locked

up?" Darren asked. He wanted to know more about his family.

"Are you nuts? Why are you asking me such things?" Corissa rolled her eyes at Darren. "Let me ask

you a question. Why did the chief god's projection take people away? To obtain the Power of Belief,

right? Where do you think the masters he caught will be locked up?"

Buzz!

Darren's mind was buzzing. Only then did he realize that his parents and uncles must have been

imprisoned in the Space of Belief! It made total sense!

Darren's worries began to melt away. He didn't need to worry about whether or not the people he cared

about were safe. The chief god only wanted the Power of Belief. It was highly possible that Darren's

parents and uncles were still alive.

It was more than what he could ask for.

"Space of Belief, here I come! I will go inside again!" Darren swore, gritting his teeth.

"Have you finished?" Corissa asked.

"Well, not yet." Darren came to his senses. "Madam, can you do me a favor?"

"What is it?" By this time, Corissa was already a little impatient. 'Come on. Please leave me alone. With

someone backing you up, you won't stop, won't you?' she thought to herself.

"Please find me some weak races—ones that I can handle with my current strength," Darren said.

"That's not a problem," Corissa said. She paused for a moment and sent a map into Darren's mind.

The map marked the locations of most races' forces in the abyss, and it identified the levels of their

strength.

"Go and find them yourself. I can't walk out of this area, so this is all I can do for you," she said.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Darren said, his voice full of gratitude. He then cupped his hands

and turned to leave.

Following the map, Darren found a small tribe of bloodthirsty creatures with wolf's heads and man's

bodies.

This race was small. They were only roughly ten thousand strong. Their strength was also similar to the

strength of the purple devils.

Judging from the information that Corissa had given him, this group of creatures were very violent.

They would destroy any living being that they were able to defeat. Darren decided to face them head

on.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Countless sword lights and blade shadows rushed forward. Soon, the space was filled with blood, and

the stench of death filled the air.

The effect of Darren's god's power was too great, and the souls of the dead creatures were all

compressed.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, heaven and earth shook. Thick, dark clouds began to cover the sky, casting a shadow on the

ground.

"What?" Darren, who was trying his best to collect the soul crystals, felt that something was coming. He

could sense three powerful auras hidden in the thick clouds above him.

"It's the patrolmen!" the werewolves cried out. They felt like their saviors had finally come to defeat their

enemy.

The patrolmen were the slaves of the chief god's projection. They were patrolling the abyss, looking for

those who were slaughtering large numbers of creatures. Such violence was sure to disrupt the

balance of the abyss.

Boom!

Several dark red lights shot out from the thick clouds and hit Darren on the chest.

Bang!

He flew backward from the impact.

Fortunately, he was not fatally injured.

"It doesn't seem to be that powerful," he murmured. He then concluded that the patrolmen only had the

same level of strength as the purple Devil King.

Darren didn't worry much. With his physical strength, he could, at the very least, get out of there safe

and sound.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Three dark, red figures suddenly showed up in front of him.

"Kill!"

Darren shouted. He decided to rush over and face his enemy head on. He wanted to test the limits of

his own strength.

Countless sword shadows flew out from the divine sword in Darren's hand. The shadows covered the

three patrolmen in an instant. Darren raised the blade in his hand and launched hundreds of strikes in a

row, deploying the Blood Thirst formula.

The space instantly became distorted. Tiny cracks appeared all over it.

"Ah!"

The three figures were hit by both Darren's blade and sword. Their bodies trembled violently, and they

roared out in pain. They didn't expect that a creature who looked so weak was capable of such a

powerful attack.

He released some kind of power containing an aura that made their hearts palpitate.

The three patrolmen regrouped and began to counterattack.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

They split up and began attacking Darren from three different directions. Streaks of dark red light

blocked all the ways Darren could use to escape.

"How dare you resist our power? Go to hell!" Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Darren was annoyed. He clenched his fist and began attacking the patrolmen. He burst out his god's

power, which emitted a dazzling light. It looked like a star, burning bright and hot.

Sword shadows appeared in perfect connection one after the other.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of explosions rose one after the other, penetrating the sky.

Darren's sword intent and the patrolmen's dark red light clashed. For a moment, they seemed to be at

a stalemate.

Shoop! Shoop! Shoop!

Six Spiritual Flying Swords flew out of Darren's soul, breaking through the dark red light. They stabbed

at the three patrolmen.

"Ah!"

One of the patrolmen cried out. A sword had pierced through his jaw, leaving a gaping, bloody hole.

"Damn it! He is not weak at all!"

The three patrolmen were shocked by Darren's strength and defense. They decided to make their own

attacks even stronger.

Darren kept dodging. If he resisted their attacks head-on this time around, he was sure to get injured.

However, Darren knew he had to put an end to the battle soon. Any longer and he would be discovered

by the chief god's projection.