Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1386

The face of the middle-aged man's shadow twisted in anger at Darren. How could he ignore his request?

"Darren, stop this stubbornness. Hand them over to me and if you come across any trouble in the future, depending on what sort of trouble it is, I will be there to help and solve your problems for you." He was doing his best to communicate patiently.

"No chance of that happening," Darren announced defiantly. He would not budge.

"You! You don't know what you're doing. You're so incredibly reckless! If my real body is here, you'll be smashed to a pool of flesh and blood!" roared the shadow of the middle-aged man.

"Even if that is so, I will just have to kill them before that happens."

Those words sent the shadow into a fury. Darren was too stubborn for his liking.

"You should consider the big picture first. Here's the truth. Someone has said that he wants these people protected or he will stop supplying the life energy. When that happens, even Lord Starry Sword and Lord Feng will be in danger. Do you understand now?"

He was left with no other option but to reveal the truth.

"Ha-ha," Darren sniggered. So there turned out to be a powerful being who wanted these six men protected. It was no wonder he would send the shadow of this master who was at the top level of the Superior God Realm, to carry that task out, no matter the cost.

These so called "powerful beings" weren't all that impressive people. Some of them were willing to put other lives at risk to protect only a few bastards.

It seemed that there were many scum in the human race, from all walks of life.

"I will not let them go. They are staying with me," Darren reiterated. He then added, "But since you're here, why don't you tell us the quickest way to get the inheritance. I will do my best to get everyone out of danger as soon as possible. This is the best I can offer you."

"Why are you being so unreasonable? Argh!" The shadow was now overtaken with anger and had no words left.

"You are wrong. You are the ones who are unreasonable," Darren said, holding his head high. "You know exactly what sort of crimes these scumbags have committed. You would forget that, just because someone threatens you and wants them protected? You would try every means possible to save them? These villains?

Let me put it more bluntly for you; has that big shot asked you all to swear to join the fiend race? Have you agreed just to avoid danger? If you do not comply, he will cut supply of the life energy, right?

I do not understand how, as the backbone of the human race, you could be persuaded so easily and still stand there acting so righteous. I am ashamed of you, as you clearly feel nothing for it. With all that, how could you then have the audacity to call me unreasonable?"

The shadow fell into a deep silence once Darren had finished his speech.

A while later, the shadow eventually sighed and said listlessly, "Forget it. This is beyond me. I cannot get involved in this."

With that, the shadow retreated in a helpless, sulking stupor.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Darren released a sword intent and the six men's heads fell to the ground with a meaty thud.

He had killed them all.

A moment later, the space fluctuated again. This time, an old man with white hair appeared.

His aura was quite impressive, otherworldly in fact.

"Darren, my name is Morton. I'm here to ask you to spare my disciples' lives. I will compensate you for your losses afterwards and order them to kneel for three years in apology to the talents who came to such an untimely death. I am truly sorry,"

the white-haired old man said in a low, polite tone, cupping his hands in front of Darren in plea and looking visibly distressed.

"It's too late." Darren moved aside and revealed several heads floating behind him.

The old man was stunned; his two beloved disciples were among those who had been killed.