Nobilis of War

Chapter 1557 I'm Shipley

Upon impact with the supreme power, thousands of chief god's projections were shattered in an

instant.

The difference in power between a supreme god and a supreme god-to-be was made clear.

Because the human ancestor had been forcefully promoted to the Supreme God Realm, his fighting

power was very different from that of Shipley, a supreme god who had been promoted naturally step by

step.

Back then, Alfredo, who possessed the supreme power, had rushed into the Kingdom of the Chief

Gods. Even if Shipley, a real supreme god, was not considered among the most powerful, it was still a

piece of cake for him to defeat thousands of chief god's projections.

"Supreme God Shipley!"

All the ascetic cultivators' hearts overflowed with relief and gratitude when they realized that Supreme

God Shipley had never actually forsaken them. He had only been forced to hide in the abyss.

From below, Darren and the other two were also gaping at the mysterious figure in awe.

Since all the projections had been destroyed, all the ascetic cultivators of the human race descended to

the ground and began to heal their injuries.

Shipley landed on the ground as well and walked towards Darren.

"Nice to meet you, Supreme God Shipley."

Darren and the other two cupped their hands towards him respectfully.

"Your tribulation came sooner than expected, and even I was a little surprised," said Shipley.

"It's true. I was the one who caused suffering for the human race." Darren hung his head low in

remorse. The sense of guilt in his heart grew heavier. If he had chosen to die instead, perhaps the

human race would've lived in peace for a longer time.

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"Maybe..." Darren's expression darkened. Abruptly changing the topic of conversation, he asked,

"Supreme God Shipley, do you know if my parents are still alive?"

Other than the fact that he just endangered the human race, this was the only thing lingering in his

mind.

Shipley nodded. "Your parents were merely suppressed by the Faith Chains, and they are still alive."

"Really?! Can you take me to them?" Darren asked excitedly, his spirit soaring.

Shipley shook his head somewhat regretfully. "Even I can't do anything about the Faith Chains of a

chief god."

"Alas," Darren sighed, his heart sinking just as quickly. 'I'll die before I get to see my parents...'

"Only if you survive will you have unlimited opportunities,"

Shipley murmured, interrupting Darren's thoughts. Then, he headed to another place.

There, he found the Rule Soul Avatar, still deathly silent.

Shipley eyed the Rule Soul Avatar for a while. Then his lips began to move, as he muttered something

under his breath.

The Rule Soul Avatar's body trembled in response. Suddenly, wisps of silvery light burst out from his

eyes, and countless weird laws were surging on his body.

Then, Shipley moved towards the floating Archean blood coffin.

Visible golden spiritual senses shot out of him, circling around the Archean blood coffin. Shipley then

closed his eyes while his lips began to move again, as though he were communicating with some

invisible creature.

Boom! Boom!

The blood coffin shook violently, deafening thunder sounding from within it.

Then, countless scarlet runes surged and condensed into a bloody skeleton face, appearing in front of

Shipley.

Shrill screams pierced the air, planting fear in every soul present.

Splash...

The scarlet runes streamed forth from the skeleton and towards Shipley, drowning him like waves.

Everyone was seized with panic. How could these weird ancient runes be so terrifying? Even Supreme

God Shipley was submerged!

They couldn't help but feel worried for Shipley, but they didn't dare to make a move, lest it be rash. If

even a supreme god was not able to deal with the mysterious blood coffin, how much more them?

Swish.

Just then, the Rule Soul Avatar opened his eyes.

"Xavier, have you comprehended something?"

Upon realizing the Rule Soul Avatar had finally come out of his trance, the eleven Great Witchers

immediately rushed over and surrounded him.

The Destiny Law was so profound. How much could he comprehend in so short a period of time?

Would it be enough to help Darren?

The Rule Soul Avatar wore an indifferent expression.

Ignoring their question, he stood up and walked straight forward, as though the Great Witchers didn't

even exist.

"Xavier?"

"What is he doing..."

The Great Witchers murmured amongst themselves, puzzled as to why the Rule Soul Avatar was

acting so strangely.

"Were you able to comprehend anything, Xavier?" the Great Witchers asked again.

The Rule Soul Avatar still looked onward, completely ignoring the Great Witchers. Confused, everyone

who was witnessing this scene was at a loss for words.

"Rule Soul Avatar, are you all right?" Darren finally asked.

"I'm fine." The Rule Soul Avatar's tone was still cold, as usual, but he nodded to Darren normally.

"What's going on, Xavier? How come you didn't respond to us?" A Great Witcher flew over and landed

right in front of the Rule Soul Avatar.

The Rule Soul Avatar didn't seem to see him.

What the hell was going on? Darren shook his head, baffled.

"Rule Soul Avatar, why are you ignoring the Great Witchers?" Darren demanded.

"I haven't ignored anyone." The answer of the Rule Soul Avatar left Darren stunned.

Then, the leading Great Witcher's eyes flickered with green fire. "Come back here," he ordered the

Great Witcher who had flown in front of the Rule Soul Avatar.

It was not until then that the Great Witcher reluctantly left his post and landed beside the leading Great

Witcher.

Then, the eleven Great Witchers nodded at each other, as though they had come to some sort of

agreement.

"God pities us,"

the Great Witchers sighed. Before anyone could ask them why, green flames erupted on the bodies of

the eleven Great Witchers simultaneously. Ancient chants echoed in the space dauntingly.

"Great Witchers? What're you doing?" Darren cried in shock. Why were they burning themselves?

Less than a minute later, the withered bodies of the Great Witchers transformed into ancient black

runes.

The black runes flew to the mysterious blood coffin and entered it under the primitive ancient call.

A moment later, the bloody skeleton dissipated, and the scarlet runes that had been drowning Shipley

also retreated to the blood coffin.

"Sirs, please rest in peace."

Shipley bowed to the blood coffin. Then, he went back to join Darren and the others.

"Rule Soul Avatar, what on earth happened? Why did the Great Witchers burn themselves?" Darren

asked confusedly. Even the ascetic cultivators seemed stumped.

"Darren, don't ask." Shipley gave him a stern look.

"Uh..." Since even the supreme god was silencing him, Darren had no choice but to leave this question

unanswered.

Thus, Darren and the ascetic cultivators bowed towards the blood coffin. "Great Witchers, please rest

in peace," they echoed.

As they paid their respects, Shipley and the Rule Soul Avatar looked at each other at the same time.

Shipley nodded slowly, and so did the Rule Soul Avatar.

"I'm Shipley, a supreme god of the human race," Shipley suddenly shouted towards the void.

"I'm right here. Killing Chief God, show yourself!"

In the god's power ocean in the Kingdom of the Chief Gods,

a huge body floated on the ocean's surface. At the sound of Shipley's voice, it suddenly turned over

and stood up.

"I'm a dignified chief god. How dare you challenge me?" The metallic voice echoed across the entire

Kingdom of the Chief Gods.

Clang!

Dark gold light flashed in the eyes of the Killing Chief God and shot out of the Kingdom of the Chief

Gods.

The dark gold light pierced through the layers of space, one after another. It was headed towards one

place: the hometown of the Killing Chief God.

This time, the Killing Chief God launched a really powerful attack, with a Killing Source.

At the same time, the other eight chief gods also stood up. Eight powerful spiritual senses condensed

into dark gold substance, heading for the hometown of the Killing Chief God.