Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1366

Darren and the others couldn't help but sigh at their situation.

Why were the others' Archean beasts so eye-catching, and he and his companions were left with a lame turtle?

"H-h-help!"

Weber pleaded with his face pressed to the ground, nearing tears.

The turtle creaked back and forth and kept helplessly spinning around, but couldn't manage to turn himself over.

Darren rolled his eyes and released his god's power to finally turn the turtle over.

The turtle hissed at Darren, as if to express his gratitude.

Once Weber got the chance to get up, his face was all swollen.

"Son of a bish! My prutty face is ruined!" Weber slurred incoherently.

It was the first time that Sally and Beatty had seen him like this. They roared with laughter.

"Weber, what are you rambling on about?" said Sally, trying to choke down her laughter as she spoke.

"That god damn durtle! Pishin' me off like that! I'll make soup out of you!" Weber roared at the turtle angrily, and then activated his god's power to kick him.

Clang!

Weber shouted in surprise.

An immense pain shot up his leg. The turtle was unscathed, but Weber's foot swelled up so much it burst out of his shoe.

He couldn't help but keep howling in pain.

A few hours later, Darren and the others found that the turtle was not completely useless, at least. He could fly through the valley, but at a terribly slow speed.

"Darren, this is going to take forever. By the time we reach our destination, we'll all be either senile or dead," murmured Finley in annoyance.

"What choice do we have? Without the turtle, we won't know where to fly to." Darren was at a loss.

"Well, why don't we just carry him and let him show us the way? That seems faster." Lindsay's eyes lit up at the suggestion.

"You're right! It'll be so much faster that way."

"I don't think it's a good idea. It'll be so tiring to drag him along!" Weber objected.

"I think it's feasible." Beatty also agreed to fly. It was five versus one, so Weber's objection was void.

"Weber, why don't you carry him on your back?" asked Darren as he spun around to look Weber right in the eye.

Weber's face turned pale with shock and reluctance.

"You want me to carry him? Boss, are you out of your mind?" It was obvious that Weber now had a passionate hatred for the turtle.

"Well, since you said so..." Darren paused. "...then it's decided. You carry him. This is an order."

Weber's face darkened at these words, but on the other hand, the turtle opened his mouth, as if he was breaking out a mischievous grin.

They finally flew through the sky at an acceptable speed. Onlookers started to notice the group as one of them was flying with a turtle on his back.

A few more hours later, a wall of fire appeared in front of Darren and the others.

The roaring flames obstructed their path.

"Hiss!" The turtle began to shift and gestured for everyone to stop and do something.

"You mean, you want us to climb onto your back?" asked Lindsay.

The turtle made a slow nod, surprising everyone.

"Lindsay, that was awesome! I didn't know you spoke the turtle's language!" praised Finley, with his eyes shining with awe. Lindsay merely rolled her eyes in reply.

They climbed onto the turtle's back once again. By now, Weber was sweaty and panting from exhaustion.

The turtle carried them and flew directly through the fire wall. The scorching flames had no effect on them.

"Hey, this guy isn't so bad after all. He has strong resistance!"

Everyone finally found the one advantage of the turtle: he had no fear of fire.