Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1389

Who was talking?

Just as Darren and his companions were about to enter the village, they heard someone make some threatening remarks.

"Idiots, just wait for death. Ha-ha."

This time, Darren and his companions saw the black dog fleeing! It was the black dog who was speaking!

"Don't run! I'll kill you!" Just as Rain was about to chase him, the black dog suddenly lunged forward and disappeared.

Everyone felt a little uneasy. There was a talking dog in the Archean village. Never before had they come across such a weird phenomenon.

"Is this dog related to your mother?" Darren asked as curiosity surged within him. He wasn't as surprised as the others about the fact that a dog could speak.

After all, Wind and Rain were made of straw, and they could talk. It was thus not strange for a dog to have the same ability.

Putting these together, he concluded that only Wind and Rain's mother could teach a dog to speak human language in this relic.

"Darren, are you implying that my mother raised this dog?" Wind stared into the distance with a blank expression. He still appeared to be engulfed by sadness at the mention of their mother.

"Yes, it's very likely."

"No! How could our mother raise such an ugly thing? Don't let me catch him, or I'll skin him. Humph!" Rain threatened, annoyance evident in her tone.

"All right. Why don't we forget about the dog and search for the transmission array?" Darren shrugged and suggested.

With one last glance in the direction where the dog had disappeared, the group entered the village.

The village was large and full of traces of human activities. When they tried to probe, they found that these traces were detectable for thousands of kilometers! Everyone was alert and carefully scoured their surroundings.

Occasionally, they would pass ancient steles with incomprehensible words engraved on them.

"Look, there is a palm print on the stone wall."

Everyone glanced up and saw a massive palm print, one hundred feet deep, in the middle of a stone wall.

"What's amazing about that? I can smash this mountain with a punch. Look!"

A talent at the low-level of the Celestial God Realm rushed forward, formed a fist, and hit the stone wall.

"Break it!"

Bang!

The stone wall trembled on impact but remained undamaged. The young talent, however, turned red and withdrew his hand.

There was no crack on the stone wall, but his hand was broken.

"Help heal the wound on my hand... It hurts," he whimpered.

"Darren, did you notice that this place is very similar to the area marked on the map where the transmission array is located?" Eallard remarked thoughtfully.

"Yes, it appears so." Darren nodded.

Then he turned, ready to fly toward the palm print to inspect it.

"Surround them!"

A voice reverberated just before a faint rustling sound was heard.

In an instant, countless small black dots rushed out from every corner and besieged Darren and his companions.

"Mice?"

"Caterpillars!"

"Snakes? Ants?"

Everyone's eyes widened with astonishment. Why were there so many snakes, mice, caterpillars, and ants?

"Idiots, do you know your mistake?"

The animals separated and cleared a path for the black dog. The big black dog raised his head and walked forward. Unlike before, he wore a torn linen cloak on his back.

"Don't be so arrogant. I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Weber shouted.

Oddly enough, this was the same black dog that they had met earlier. Now, he had returned, and appeared confident and conceited. Annoyed, Weber flew forward to confront the dog. Unfortunately for him, he also wore a ragged cloak on his back, just like the dog.

The black dog glared at Weber, stunned. "Eh? Brat, you are so impetuous! How dare you imitate me? Hand over your cloak, and I will consider sparing your life!"

Weber's face darkened. He happened to be dressed in the same style as the dog. But the creature accused Weber of mimicking him. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury himself deep in a hole somewhere.

"You are right. It's time to reconsider this cloak. How about I change it to your dog skin?" Weber roared as fury saturated every cell in his body.

"How dare you, ugly fat man? Come on, guys! Attack him!"

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak...

A large group of mice, armed with small spears, lined up and charged at Weber.

Weber's eyes widened with shock. He had always considered himself to be handsome and powerful. But the dog sent a group of mice to deal with him. It was akin to insult being added to injury!

"Fine then. I'll just step on your tiny army and crush them to death!"

Weber gnashed his teeth as he leaped high into the air. He intended to land on the tiny, scuttling army of mice.

In his mind, he could just about hear their agonized squeaks as he trampled them.

When Weber landed on his targets, the result was beyond his expectation. There were no pain-filled squeaks, no squishing sounds of tiny bodies being smashed, and no spurting blood.

"Where is my foot? Why can't I feel it?"

However, Weber found that he could no longer sense his foot. When he glanced down, he discovered that his foot had disappeared. Only a bloody bone stump was left.