Nobilis of War

Chapter 1520 Time To Upgrade

"That was close..."

Darren sighed in relief. He had thought he'd get hit by the dark gold light.

Studying the scene before him, Darren found that the Twelve Great Witchers seemed to be using some

healing method unique to their race. They each held each other's hands, as though in a trance.

"My real body, I've also come in,"

the Rule Soul Avatar finally said to Darren while the Twelve Great Witchers were busy healing their

injuries.

"Good." Since the Rule Soul Avatar could come in, Darren felt even more relieved. "Rule Soul Avatar,

how about we kill the Twelve Great Witchers now?"

"Absolutely not," the Rule Soul Avatar quickly responded. "It's too risky. Besides, they might be of great

use to you. Don't harm them for now."

"Okay," Darren conceded.

Actually, Darren didn't know what these Great Witchers' purpose was—whether they'd be hostile to the

human race or not. For this reason, he never really considered them as enemies.

If they were doing all these things for the sake of the human race, then what they did was forgivable.

After all, it was impossible for the whole human race to take the risk of their race being annihilated for

the sake of Darren.

As the Twelve Great Witchers were busy recovering, Darren took this as an opportunity to study the

situation at hand.

He could sense faint yellow godly energy of the Archean Age, as well as the strange aura of the witcher

race. However, as Darren concentrated, he found that this kind of witcher aura was much older than

that of the Twelve Great Witchers before him.

It was said that the real witcher race originated from the Archean Age.

Crack.

All of a sudden, Darren felt that something within his body was breaking.

"Oh, no! My realm seal is about to open!"

Just now, Darren had received the hatred of the chief god's projection, so his cultivation level was rising

again. The seal placed by the Twelve Great Witchers was about to collapse.

The Twelve Great Witchers also broke out of their trance, as though they too sensed this.

"Darren, hold on," the leading Great Witcher said in a hoarse voice. "We can't move until four hours

from now. Otherwise, our bloodline will be in danger."

"Uh...alright..."

Darren stiffly sat down, scared to make any sudden movements.

Fortunately, there was no spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the relic. Otherwise, if it poured into

Darren's body, he wouldn't be able to handle such powerful energy.

After two hours of sitting there motionlessly, he found something stirred in the distance.

He saw a row of black shadows swarming towards them.

"What's going on over there?" he asked nervously.

He was afraid the figures in the distance were hostile to him.

"My real body, don't panic," the Rule Soul Avatar said through his spiritual sense. "I will help you

suppress your cultivation base." Hearing this, Darren felt a little relieved.

"That's good. I'm really afraid of suddenly being promoted to the Superior God Realm," Darren said a

little anxiously.

"It's inevitable," the Rule Soul Avatar said firmly. "In three days' time, you must rise to the Superior God

Realm."

"Why?" Darren asked with a slight frown.

For him, upgrading to the Superior God Realm meant that all sorts of heavenly tribulation would befall

him. Moreover, he would be detected by the chief gods. He simply didn't understand why he had to be

promoted in three days.

"Three days later, the Twelve Great Witchers will have recovered fully. Being in their peak state, they

will help you withstand the tribulation. Besides, we are now in the relic, which also serves as a strong

barrier. This is the most opportune time for you to be promoted. If you miss this opportunity, your

chance of surviving the tribulation will be even slimmer," the Rule Soul Avatar explained monotonously.

What he said was true.

The abyss served as the first barrier to resist the tribulation. Now, he had entered the mysterious relic,

which served as the second barrier.

This relic was important. It had existed in the abyss for countless years, so it must have been

discovered by the chief god's projection. But the chief god's projection hadn't taken it, which implied he

wasn't powerful enough to do so.

It was a sure thing that the chief god himself knew of the existence of the sphere. Could it be that the

chief god was unable to enter the sphere?

All these thoughts whirled around the Rule Soul Avatar's head as he analyzed the situation.

From these, he deduced that it'd be best for Darren to upgrade the moment the Twelve Great Witchers

recovered fully. That way, they'd be in peak condition to help Darren survive the tribulation.

The Rule Soul Avatar was able to conclude that this all needed to happen in three days, the most

opportune time.

Meanwhile, Darren warily eyed the black figures in the distance getting closer and closer. When they

got close enough, he could see that they were a group of skeletons in black robes, each one clutching

a sickle.

"Sir, they're closing in on us!" Darren cried to the leading Great Witcher.

The Twelve Great Witchers automatically turned their heads to look at the skeletons in the distance.

"Those are summoned by the ancient witchers. They don't have a mind of their own, and will never be

destroyed," the leading Great Witcher said indifferently.

"Then, what am I supposed to do?"

Darren was agitated, and rightly so. The leading Great Witcher talked a lot, but didn't provide any

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"Distract them for another hour. The moment we recover, we will come to your aid."

As he spoke, twelve strange runes flew out and planted themselves onto Darren's blade and sword.

With that, Darren flew forward.

Thousands of skeletons in black robes swarmed in with sickles in their hands.

The auras they exuded were so heavy, they made Darren wince in pain.

Gritting his teeth, Darren bore the brunt of the pain and met the skeletons head on. He needed to stop

them from getting to the Twelve Great Witchers.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The blade intent and the sword intent surged like crazy, effectively blocking the black-robed skeletons'

path.

To his surprise, however, the skeletons completely ignored him.

Roaring angrily, Darren launched a direct attack into the thick of the crowd of skeletons. Thanks to the

Witcher Power bestowed upon him by the Twelve Great Witchers, Darren's blade and sword were

deadly to them.

Bang!

Several skeletons in black robes in the front row exploded into infinite shards of bone. All the other

skeletons paused in their tracks confusedly, only to find out this was all caused by Darren.

In a flash, they changed their primary target to Darren.

"Kill him!" A mechanical hoarse, cold voice echoed among the skeletons in black robes.

Even the exploded skeletons in black robes condensed again and rushed towards Darren first.

Whoosh!

Darren reacted instinctively and flew into the air.

Just when he thought he'd put enough distance between himself and the skeletons, sickles slashed

towards him from out of nowhere.

"So fast?"

These black-robed skeletons seemed to have crossed space!

Darren brandished his blade. The second it collided with the sickles of the skeletons, Darren felt his

body was attacked by a strange force.

"Ouch!"

Darren howled in pain. This felt even worse than being tortured in the Flaming Hell! Darren's vision

blurred and he grew dazed in an instant. As far as he could remember, this was the worst pain he had

ever suffered.

With just one confrontation, Darren was rendered unfit to fight. He fell from the sky.

Crack!

Several thunderbolts appeared and forced the skeletons to retreat a few meters backward. Then,

endless Attack Laws descended and shattered many black-robed skeletons, leaving piles of bone

shards.

Still, Darren plummeted to the ground.

His impact was so intense that his body left a crater in the earth. Darren was in so much pain that he

couldn't gather his bearings; he felt as though every fiber of his being was on fire.

Seeing Darren motionless on the ground, several skeletons in black robes rushed over quickly to finish

him off.

Whoosh!

A figure in white suddenly landed in front of Darren.

"Xavier! You indeed have made it in!"

The Twelve Great Witchers had expected this.

Quickly, their spiritual sense flew out and forcibly poured into the body of the Rule Soul Avatar, locking

him in firmly. This way, even if the Rule Soul Avatar hid again, they would be able to pinpoint his

location.