Nobilis of War

Chapter 1502 Triggered The Suppression

The Devil King's attitude made Darren feel a little uneasy.

While the Devil King might've been the lowest-level creature in the abyss, no one dared underestimate

his strength. He was, at the very least, at the preliminary stage of the Deputy God Realm.

There was no way Darren and the Rule Soul Avatar stood a chance against him.

If they dared oppose the Devil King, their plot was bound to be exposed.

Darren's eyes darted about nervously. What should they do? "My real body,

I have an idea," the Rule Soul Avatar told him through his spiritual sense.

"What is it?" Darren demanded anxiously.

"In thirty seconds, I will use the Time Standstill to freeze him for three seconds. You will have that much

time to make a move and wound him at a vulnerable spot: his neck. That way, when the Time

Standstill's effect wears off, the Devil King will be left confused. Unable to understand how we inflicted

a wound on him without moving, he will think we're very powerful." The Rule Soul Avatar laid out his

plan.

While trapped in a Time Standstill law, one wouldn't have the capacity to think. Consequently, they

wouldn't have any concept of what was happening during this period.

The Devil King only suspected that Darren and the Rule Soul Avatar were not as strong as they looked.

If they cooperated with each other to hurt him this way, he would not even know how the wound on his

neck was caused. He could only think of Darren as a peerless master.

"Okay. Let's do it," Darren said with nod.

"What are you afraid of?" the Devil King roared. He had provoked the two creatures before, but they

hadn't responded in kind. This further confirmed his theory that they weren't as strong as they were

letting on.

Three seconds, six seconds, nine seconds...

Thirty seconds later, the Rule Soul Avatar quietly activated the Time Standstill.

Whoosh!

Then, Darren made his move.

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He swung a sword strike filled with black god's power. In the next moment, a line of blood appeared on

the neck of the Devil King.

It took him less than two seconds to complete the whole process.

Then, the effects of the Time Standstill wore off. Confused, the Devil King felt a piercing pain on his

neck out of nowhere. Purple blood trickled down onto his chest.

The Devil King took two staggering steps backward

at the sight of his own blood dripping from the tip of Darren's blade. He was absolutely stunned. When

did Darren attack him? How come he didn't even feel it happen? Fear began to well in his heart; he

thought that Darren was an unbeatable master, almost like a god!

"Next time, it will be your head." Darren shot the Devil King a murderous look.

"Sir, there has been a misunderstanding... I... I..." The Devil King got on his knees and trembled, at a

loss for words.

Fearing for his life, the Devil King avoided offending the master before him any further. Little did he

know that, in actuality, Darren was no match for him.

In fact, even if Darren could kill the Devil King, he wouldn't do that. He relied on the Devil King to find

traces of the human race in the abyss.

"Quit blabbering!" Darren spat coldly.

Ten days passed. By then, a large amount of their power had been sucked away by the stinky green

mist.

"We might be able to hold on, but the baby..." Darren gritted his teeth in frustration. He was afraid that

the baby would die of corrosion any time now, despite the protection of the god's power.

As the days went by, the Rule Soul Avatar had been silently sitting cross-legged, thinking of solutions

to get out of here.

Whoosh!

Just then, the Rule Soul Avatar's eyes popped open, gleaming in the dark.

"My real body, I know what you need," the Rule Soul Avatar said. "A believer."

"A believer?"

Darren echoed mindlessly. A moment later, it suddenly dawned on him.

"Yes!"

He finally understood what the Rule Soul Avatar meant.

If Darren accepted a believer in the abyss, the powerful creature with dark gold eyes would definitely

detect their movements. Then, the creature would undoubtedly launch a powerful attack.

Such a powerful force was enough to blow up the Nether Dragon King! This would be the best chance

for Darren and the others to escape.

"Later, I will forcefully take in a believer," Darren told the Rule Soul Avatar through his spiritual sense.

"Take good care of the baby. Once the Nether Dragon King is destroyed, run away with the Devil King

and the baby."

Darren's plan involved splitting up with the Rule Soul Avatar when he looked for a believer. This way,

when the Nether Dragon King was killed, the Rule Soul Avatar would have a greater chance to escape.

However, it was very likely that Darren himself would die in the process.

"No," the Rule Soul Avatar said firmly. His priority was to protect his real body.

"That is an order." It was the first time that Darren had spoken to the Rule Soul Avatar in such an

authoritative tone. Ever since the Rule Soul Avatar's birth, Darren had never ordered him to do

anything.

The Rule Soul Avatar's face hardened. He was already an independent creature; he didn't need to

listen to Darren's orders. However, now that Darren displayed such an attitude, the Rule Soul Avatar

knew that no matter how hard he tried to persuade Darren, he wouldn't budge.

"Yes, sir," the Rule Soul Avatar conceded. After all, he knew his real body well; Darren was determined.

Whoosh!

Without saying anything more, Darren flew towards the stomach fold on the other side,

which was thousands of kilometers away from where the Rule Soul Avatar had been told to wait.

Darren kept his eyes peeled for a fold, on which there were many dying creatures.

Upon landing on the stomach fold, he first killed hundreds of creatures with a single sword strike to

make his presence known and feared.

Then, he caught a weaker creature and infused his spiritual sense into his soul forcefully to gain

knowledge about his language.

In a matter of minutes, Darren had learned the language of that alien race.

"Immediately swear that you believe in the Conflicting Chief God, or I'll kill you," Darren ordered briskly.

The alien creature trembled and let out strange guttural noises. Darren couldn't understand a word!

"What the—? Did I learn the wrong language?" Darren frowned in confusion.

"Oh my God! He is a mute..." After observing the creature for a while, Darren finally understood what

had happened. This fellow's throat seemed to have been eroded by the green mist, so he couldn't even

say a complete sentence.

Without another word, Darren killed him and proceeded to look for another alien creature.

Once more, Darren demanded him to believe in the Conflicting Chief God.

However, to his surprise, the creature refused. Perhaps those creatures didn't have the will to live

anymore. They didn't bother listening to Darren's orders.

After more than ten attempts, Darren finally came across a creature that looked like a mound of mucus.

Unlike the others, he was willing to swear allegiance to Darren.

"I swear with my humble soul that I will always believe in the Conflicting Chief God..." the creature

swore.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The insides of the Nether Dragon King's stomach began to shake violently, as though the Nether

Dragon King was running away from something desperately.

But it was futile. From the outside, thick clouds in the sky thundered ferociously, and a pair of cold and

ruthless dark gold eyes fixated onto the Nether Dragon King.

"Roar!"

The Nether Dragon King had never been so scared in its entire life. It ran with all its might. With every

step it took, a huge pit with a radius of thousands of kilometers was left imprinted on the ground.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The Nether Dragon King kept on running. However, wherever it went, the pair of dark gold eyes were

staring right at it.

Bang! Bang...

At the sound of a violent explosion, the huge body of the Nether Dragon King fell to the ground. It

began to crawl and drivel, as though it was begging the pair of dark gold eyes to spare it.

Unfortunately, it was futile. The mere existence of Darren prompted the pair of dark gold eyes to attack.

Crack!

A bolt of lightning burst out from one of the dark gold eyes, piercing through the sky and shattering the

space.

The lightning struck the abdomen of the Nether Dragon King.

Blood gushed onto the ground like a torrent. Shreds of flesh and shards of bone flew into the air.

"Here it is,"

Darren said in a low voice, as he watched a peerless thunderbolt coming straight for him.