Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1518

Things had changed.

Darren had thought the Twelve Great Witchers were here with the intent to save the Rule Soul Avatar.

Upon realizing what the hints from the Rule Soul Avatar meant, Darren decided to follow his gut and believe in the judgment of the Rule Soul Avatar. He was told not to trust the Twelve Great Witchers. On the surface, he knew he had to conceal his suspicion considering they had Elsa, Josie, and Jenifer in their clutches.

Then, what was the real goal of the Twelve Great Witchers?

Darren decided not to think about it for the time being. He just needed to buy time and wait for the Rule Soul Avatar to tell him the answer when the time came.

"Darren, have you got any responses?" one of the Great Witchers asked.

Darren shook his head with a sad expression.

"My avatar has disappeared. I can't get in contact with him at all."

"Alas, there must be some miscommunication."

"Sir, please give me more time. I must set out and find him," said Darren.

"Your avatar hasn't reached out to you on his own volition, so it's useless to even try looking for him. Let's be patient. We'll increase the seal so as to postpone the breakthrough of your cultivation level."

"Yes, sir."

Once again, the Twelve Great Witchers used their Witcher Power to forcefully suppress Darren's cultivation base.

'They said that they could only seal my realm for one year at most. Now they're saying they can keep it for longer. This is surely a trap.' Deep down, Darren was sneering at them.

They patiently waited for two weeks, but there was still no news.

"By the way sir, the last time I returned to this cave, I found a strange item underground. It seemed to be an Archean relic, but something was amiss about it. There was strange black mist encasing it."

Darren thought for a long time. He felt that if he revealed this information, the Twelve Great Witchers might be interested.

"How did it look like? Could you show us?"

"Okay."

Darren nodded. His god's sense surged, releasing a stream of god's power to imitate the image of the sphere.

"Ah!"

When the Twelve Great Witchers saw this sphere, they couldn't help but gasp and shout in shock.

"This is... the Archean Witcher?"

"I can't believe it has been buried in the abyss."

"What should we do?"

The Twelve Great Witchers could no longer keep their cool. They got very frantic and excited at the sight.

"Sir, what is the Archean Witcher?" Darren asked curiously. Was there witchcraft as early as in the Archean Age?

Was that sphere a relic or a corpse of a witcher?

"It's difficult to explain, so we'll save it for another time. Darren, we need to go there right now. Please lead the way, okay? If we get what's inside that sphere, it will be of great help to the human race," said the leading Great Witcher eagerly.

"Okay, sir. As long as this will be beneficial to the human race, I will do my utmost best to help you." Darren seriously doubted the Twelve Great Witchers were on the same side with, or even cared for the human race but the black sphere was the best way to buy him some time.

Perhaps through the interference of the black sphere, the Rule Soul Avatar could finally communicate with him.

Darren led the Twelve Great Witchers and they rushed towards the black sphere.

When they reached the underground space, where Darren last saw the black sphere, they found that nothing was there.

"Darren, are you sure you saw it here?" the leading Great Witcher asked.