Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1252

After flying staggeringly for dozens of kilometers, Darren landed heavily to the ground.

Darren used his god's sense to analyze his surroundings and sensed that the blood-red figure was coming toward him at an incredible speed.

"Defiant Master! What luck! You're a Defiant Master!"

The blood-red figure stretched out his right hand and waved his bony scarlet palm at the hole in the ground. Darren suddenly felt like countless heavy chains were encroached around him and he was dragged out by an immense force.

He slumped to the ground, barely being able to catch a breath.

Raising his head to get a good glimpse of the figure, he saw that evil runes were flowing through the figure's dark golden mask. It looked like it was driving him insane.

"My Lord, I am Darren Chu. I came here to this land by accident. I certainly didn't mean to offend you. Please, forgive my insolence."

Darren pretended to be humble and apologized to the blood-red figure. He was left with no choice. The power and tenacity he sensed in the man made him fearful of trying to pick a fight. It reminded him of the fear he felt when a chief god noticed him on the day Duke became his believer.

"Devote your soul to me and be my slave forever." The cold and ruthless voice that sounded like a mechanical roar almost made Darren's soul collapse.

The pressure was extremely overbearing.

"Never!"

Darren roared, without thinking.

Even though Darren was scared, he would never allow himself to become a slave. That was the bottom line for him.

"In that case, prepare to be annihilated!"

The figure stretched out his palm, and his fingers gathered slowly. Darren, from thirty feet away, coughed and choked as he felt his neck get squeezed by several powerful forces. The grasp grew stronger and stronger, as Darren became unable to breathe.

He felt a pang of pain in his soul again. His life began flashing before his eyes as he trembled; his vision slowly beginning to fade out.

"Roar!"

A ferocious roar suddenly came from the depths of the sky. The sound was ice cold as well, but it was somewhat different from that of the figure's. The roar was filled with a strong diabolic aura.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A horrible and ferocious crack scarred the sky. It began to spread in all directions. In mere seconds, the cracks had already spread all over the sky like a spindling spider web.

The black cracks in the sky left the area in a dim light. The whole earth was enveloped in this diabolic aura.

A thick bloody mist simultaneously appeared, billowing like smoke and clouds as it flowed across the ground. Its appearance was met with many storms forming.

The dreadful roar only grew louder and louder.

In the bloody mist, countless black figures of thousands of feet in height began to surge through. A massive earthquake began to shake as well. It was quite the apocalyptic scene.

This made the blood-red figure stop and release his grasp on Darren as he turned to look at the sky.

His long scarlet cloak flapped behind him. The weird runes on the dark golden mask began to flash at a quicker speed. The crazy killing intent spread in all directions.

Hit by the killing intent, Darren twisted in anguish as he felt just as much pain as when he was being choked.

Thunderous footsteps rumbled throughout the space.

As the footsteps menacingly approached, countless figures surrounded the area.

A moment later, they prostrated to the ground with a rumble, marking the ground with numerous cracks. They were obviously showing their respect to whatever figure lay in the depths of the sky.

"Shura Avery, are you sure you want to fight me for this human?"

The blood-red figure roared in a cold voice, staring upwards at the sky.

Whoosh!

A red shadow descended.

Gnashing his teeth through the immense pain he was under, Darren turned to look at the shadow out of pure instinct. This Shura Avery looked like the Shura he had seen in the mortal world, save for the two pairs of golden horns on his head.

"Let go of him, or die,"

Avery warned in a unique and obscure language. Darren could also understand this language, because he knew how to speak it.

"You've chosen death!"

After finishing his words, the blood-red figure immediately unsheathed his double-edged scarlet blade.