Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1413

The ancestor's words wrung like a jolt of electricity through Morton's body, causing him to tense up on the spot. As a result, the violent Order Law on his body quickly dissipated, and his shoulders relaxed.

He felt a strong sense of betrayal overcome his existence, but since the ancestor himself intervened, he dared not protest.

"I apologize for my actions. I was being impulsive."

The shadow reigning over his stare was suddenly replaced with remorse as he cupped his hands and bowed towards the sky.

"You don't get to decide what's right and what's wrong. You should know your position here. I will punish you for this defiance by condemning you to guard the cemetery for the next ten years. Does that convince you to behave?" The ancestor declared his conviction, almost effortlessly.

Hearing what he had to say, Morton's eyes gave way and exposed his inner emotions, twitching with the scars of being wronged. His body trembled in response to his growing aggravation, and he clenched his fists to remain composed.

"Ancestor, you should know better than anyone else about the harm Darren, the Defiant Master, will bring to our human race, if kept alive. Please, don't misjudge me. I'm not conceited as to act the way I did due to personal gains. With all due respect, I don't think I'm the one who's wrong here."

Everyone understood Morton's intentions. He wanted to convey that he chose to dispose of Darren to protect the human race from any future threats rather than act out for something as selfish as vengeance.

"It seems you haven't realized your mistake yet. Once you return, you shall be punished with a penalty of ten more years. There's no room for negotiation; this is my final decision."

Once the ancestor imposed his sentence on Morton, the sky was coated with dark clouds and fierce winds, validating the judgment passed onto him. Soon, the ancestor's aura disappeared like grains in the sand.

"No! Stop this, please!"

Morton roared lightly, protesting against the unfair call. But despite how he felt, the sentence could not be reversed. He had no choice but to implement it after he went out.

"Morton, are you still unconvinced? It seems you still don't understand why the ancestor punished you. Since you have time, reflect on your actions at the time and space turbulent flow. Besides, the ancestor only intended to protect you when he restricted you from acting out against Darren. If he didn't do so, you'd have kicked the bucket at the hands of Lord Starry Sword.

The reason why the ancestor told you to guard the cemetery for twenty years was that he is lenient to you. If you continue on the path you're on and refuse to change, the human race will not spare you a second chance. You will become the first deputy god to be beheaded by the Ancestral Land in the past seven hundred thousand years. Conduct yourself well,"

a mysterious master cloaked in black robes said, his voice echoing from the depths of the sky, sounding solemn. He was the most fatal guard in the Ancestral Land. Only the ancestor was aware of the extents of his strength.

Once the echoes of the statement of the man clad in black robes drowned out, so did his aura. He left the Archean relic.

With the warning ringing through his head on a loop, Morton remained silent, processing his thoughts. Those words finally struck some sense into him. As he replayed what he had done at the time and space turbulent flow in his head, he felt cold sweats trickle down his forehead, dousing him with remorse from his actions. He finally realized why the ancestor decided to punish him.

"I will follow the order."

With his head lowered to showcase his shame, Morton bowed to the void and accepted the punishment exacted upon him without hesitation.

Guarding the cemetery was no trifling task. It was fraught with uncertain threats, where life could blink out in an instant.

"You might have saved yourself for now." With his wrinkled and turbid eyes, Morton shot an emotionless glare at Darren. "But until the day you reach the Superior God Realm, you will remain a target to me."

"If you have the ability, then I, Yolanda Leng, will gladly take you on in a battle to the death."

To Morton's surprise, a bewitching woman appeared next to Darren, protecting him.

She made no attempt to conceal her surging bloodlust, aimed at Morton.

"Who the hell are you?" Taken aback from her confession, Morton prepared himself to give her an earful before it dawned over him who she was. "Yolanda Leng... That name, that physique... Wait, you're... You're the wife of Supreme God Alfredo!"

With the revelation suddenly hurled at him, Morton began to panic. It was hard to pinpoint her identity from her name and appearance. But considering her eternal immortal body, the remarkably special physique, he was certain of who she was. Who else could it be, if not the wife of Alfredo Chu?

At this moment, the sky was boiling, stirring up with confusion.

The great masters broke character and indulged themselves in silent whispers, quelling their curiosity.

After conducting a short exchange of theories among themselves, they were sure that this woman, was in fact, the wife of Alfredo.

Having considered her dead, they were shocked to see her alive in the flesh.

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