Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1209

"I surrender! Please don't torture me!"

Jefferson was terrified of undergoing the horror of the Soul Assimilating Bug. The agony from it was beyond anyone's imagination.

"Very good. Now, kneel down and swear an oath to our Conflicting Chief God." Wilson looked at Jefferson, haughtily. Excitement was still coursing through his veins. He had never felt this way in years.

"Yes."

With that, Jefferson straightened up and activated a little bit of his spiritual power.

However, his eyes flashed with ferocity as soon as he lowered his head.

"Go to hell!"

Without warning, he lashed out an attack at Wilson. His palm collided with the other man's body, and then he dashed straight towards Darren.

"It seems like you don't want to live after all."

Fortunately, Darren had already prepared himself for Jefferson's retaliation. He had been observing the other man's movements since the beginning. So, as Jefferson rushed towards him, he instantly had his blade and sword intents turned into a pair of dark red blade and sword. With them, he stabbed Jefferson.

The air whistled as he swung his mighty weapons.

And in the next moment, the blade had cut cleanly through Jefferson's arm.

Since Jefferson's strength had been suppressed by Saxon, his strength had dropped down to the top level of the Domain God Realm. This meant his attacks wouldn't be strong enough to kill Darren anymore. But at this point, he doubted he could even get one hit at Darren.

He crashed to the ground with great force.

"Sir, I surrender for real this time. Please believe me." Jefferson's plan to sneak in an attack was a failure. He had no choice now but to kneel down and beg Darren for mercy.

Wilson stood up slowly. His face was drawn and pale after getting hit in the stomach.

"Wilson, use your Soul Assimilating Bug now," Darren commanded, coldly.

"Yes, sir." Wilson went over to Jefferson. He then took out a purple box that contained a few bugs inside and let the small insects fall unto Jefferson's head.

"Ahhh!"

Jefferson began to scream in pain and agony. His body contorted and rolled on the ground uncontrollably.

Darren decided to let Jefferson suffer for a while, and so he left the space with Wilson. Upon arriving at the stone chamber, Lindsay said, "Darren, let's use this same method when dealing with the remaining three leaders of the four major forces."

Before they could continue with their discussion, they first sat down and drank their tea in leisure.

"We don't have to. We can just kill them on the spot," Darren replied. In truth, he was uncomfortable with using this kind of method in dealing with people like Jefferson.

"But how can we kill them? We're not strong enough to do that." She rolled her eyes at Darren.

"Why do you never believe what I say, Lindsay? You scoffed at me when I said I could deal with Jefferson, but look at me now. I have dealt with him successfully." Darren gave a small smile at that.

"Well, it's all thanks to me, right? You're only successful because of my help." Lindsay crossed her arms over her chest. She then looked away.

"Indeed, that's true. You've contributed greatly to my success." Darren nodded his head.

"That's more like it." Lindsay smiled and said, "I demand a reward then. Tell me that I'm a beautiful princess."

Darren was struck speechless by Lindsay's demand.

Nonetheless, he wanted to make her happy. So, he kept telling her that she was beautiful. This amused her greatly.

"I'm right about you. You are a great man."

"Oh, shut up," Darren said. "I'll just go back and check on Jefferson. I'm sure he'll be willing to help us now. Then, we just have to take care of the other leaders." Inside his head, he was already formulating another plan.

It wouldn't be long before he could take control of all the bandits in the forest. By then, his Power of Believe would improve greatly.

"Alright. If Jefferson surrenders, we can give him a high grade divine weapon and ask him to deal with the other leaders. With the high grade divine weapon, he can defeat them." Lindsay agreed.

With that, Darren and his companions went back to check on Jefferson.

Several hours had already passed. Jefferson was still rolling and screaming on the ground. His body twitched and shuddered as the blood vessels in his meridians swelled painfully. They now showed in sharp contrast on his pale skin.