Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1251

A wave of dizziness swept over Darren as the world around him began to change.

"Puff!"

As soon as he landed on the ground, Darren felt a dull pain in his chest. A brief moment later, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Master, this place..."

The ground in front of Darren was covered in blood mist, and several fierce howls could be heard one after another. Waves of killing intent hit his soul, causing injuries that had led him to spit out blood.

"Stay here for a month. If you survive, you can become my disciple," Lord Starry Sword instructed.

"But master, I'm in the soul state now. I can only exist like this for a limited amount of time." Darren remembered Murphy's warning that they could only stay here for four hours. He calculated how much time had passed and knew he was about to reach the limit.

"No more excuses. Just do as I say."

"Okay."

Although Darren was doubtful, since Lord Starry Sword persisted, he figured time wasn't an issue. He speculated that the time flow rate here might be different from that in the outside world.

With a nod of understanding, Darren walked forward.

After he crossed a few dozen feet, the space in front of him rippled, as if he had passed through an invisible barrier.

Almost immediately, his body quivered violently. Such agony coursed through him that he fell to the ground.

"Soul torture."

Darren's features twisted as he felt unbearable pain coming from his soul.

He looked back with great difficulty at the place where he had landed a short while ago, only to find that the blood mist had thickened, and Lord Starry Sword had disappeared.

"Howl!"

"Roar!"

Suddenly, he heard several guttural sounds coming from the blood mist around, and a fresh wave of pain coursed through his soul.

He clutched his head and tried to activate the God Character in his brain to counteract the pain.

However, to his surprise, this time, he couldn't trigger the omnipotent God Character.

The unbearable pain overwhelmed Darren, and he lacked the strength to rise from the ground. He had no choice but to endure the suffering in silence.

After what seemed a long time, he felt something flash in front of him.

A split second later, rays of pale green light rose from the ground. The green light encircled Darren, and murmuring sounds and chants poured into his ears. Soon, a peculiar feeling replaced the agony from the soul torture.

Gradually, Darren became a little sober as the pain in his soul receded.

He heaved a sigh of relief and glanced around. His eyes widened with astonishment when he saw many dry faces with sunken eyes. Their skin was like bark, and their fingers were like branches.

When Darren noticed their black robes, he was stunned.

"Witchers..."

Darren realized who they were.

"Defiant Master, do you know where you are?"

The lips of the witcher closest to Darren moved as he asked. His gravelly and dry voice sounded somewhat harsh.

"No, I don't."

"Who sent you here?" the witcher asked.

"Lord Starry Sword."

Hearing Darren's answer, the witcher raised his head. His green eyes gleamed under his black hat.

The witchers around Darren remained silent. It seemed as though they were discussing something secretly through their spiritual sense.

"We are sorry, but you can't stay in a supreme god's tomb,"

the witcher muttered. After their deliberation, the witchers agreed that they had to expel Darren.

"Wait!" Darren exclaimed when he sensed a strange force exerted on him. He raised his hand and asked, "May I ask, which supreme god is buried in this tomb?"

"Sheffield."

Darren was stunned. He didn't expect to find himself in the tomb of Supreme God Sheffield. Just a few days ago, Master Adolf, who was an expert in making divine patterns, had spoken about this tomb.

"Sir, my master instructed me to stay here for a month. Only after I survive can I become his disciple. Please don't banish me," Darren explained immediately.

"No, you can't stay here,"