Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1189

"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.