Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1191

"Hold on. You've known another way to get past the guards this entire time?" Darren asked, looking at Lindsay with doubt.

"No, I don't." Lindsay shook her head and continued, "I don't know other ways to get in. But I have the token. You can just follow me."

While she answered him, she pulled Darren and they flew towards the guards dressed in black robes.

"No. Wait. You have to be joking!"

Darren's eyes grew larger as they approached the guards. He could clearly feel the guards' powerful aura. It was so powerful that even a warrior at the Celestial God Realm would be risking their lives being there.

"I'm not kidding. Let's go."

She flew to a guard in a black robe and handed over a rusty iron token.

The next moment, something incredible happened. When the guard saw the token in Lindsay's hand, he bowed to her!

"Why are you still standing there? Idiot, let's go!" she shouted at Darren, gesturing aggressively for him to follow her.

Darren shook off the shock and flew inside behind her.

"Where did you find that iron plate? Why are the guards so respectful to you?" Darren couldn't stop looking at Lindsay like she was some alien or something.

"Iron plate? Are you stupid? That's something my father left to me. No one can stop me from entering the Ancestral Land, except the ancestor of the Ancestral Land."

"Really? But you just used that iron plate. Does that mean your identity was exposed?"

"Oh, I forgot..." Lindsay stuck out her tongue.

"And it doesn't make any sense. You said that your father was expelled by the Ancestral Land. Doesn't that mean that the token should have been revoked of its power?" Darren asked.

"You're so annoying sometimes. Do you think I have all the answers? Let's just go. I can't stand you anymore." With that, Lindsay turned and ran away.

Speechless, Darren sped up and flew forward.

Ahead of them was a huge square made of green stone, where tens of thousands of disciples from the Ancestral Land had gathered.

These disciples had practiced for at least ten years in the Ancestral Land. Some of them had practiced for more than ten years. Since new warriors arrived every day, ten years was just a rough estimate of time.

Darren found an empty spot on the square and landed. Straight away, he began to look for his companions: Finley, Scott, Barnes...

But after searching for a long time, he did not find any of their auras.

"What? Where are they?" Darren felt panic rip through him. According to the rules, Finley and the others should have attended the selection.

"Line up all of you! Get ready to welcome the emissaries from all the sects!" a loud and serious voice called out over the whole square.

The new disciples immediately became quiet and lined up in neat rows in a short amount of time. Obviously, these disciples had been trained in the past.

Not long after, several strong auras came down from the other side of the square. It was the emissaries from the various sects and the regions.

"Wow! Their auras are insanely strong! If only I could be as strong as they are one day!" As they landed, a lot of the disciples present were envious.

Boom! Boom! Boom!