Nobilis of War novel Chapter 272

The Raksa Sea was a relic of an ancient time. If one wished to go there, aside from having great strength, he would also need seven grand warriors' blood essence. The blood essence was crucial to the activation of the altar that transferred the people to the Raksa Sea. Apart from that, entering of the Raksa Sea had an age-restriction⁠ and only those who were under the age of thirty were allowed to enter. For that reason, grand warriors often employed the help of superior talents.

Like Chad had mentioned, the Raksa Sea did not only hold Primitive Stones, it also held a great abundance of other treasures. Every superior talent aspired to be able to go there someday—and that day was now.

Over seventy of the current superior talents from the Earth Chart of the Talent Roll were summoned by the grand warriors to enter the Raksa Sea.

Seven grand warriors stood in front of the black altar, their long robes fluttering in the howling wind. The superior talents that were standing behind them felt incredibly intimidated by the domineering aura that they were emitting.

"May I have everyone's attention, please. When a crack opens from the altar, you are to immediately enter it. Do not waste any second. Do you understand?" one of the grand warriors told them, his booming voice reverberating in the air.

"Yes, sir!" the superior talents responded in unison.

All the superior talents then fixed their eyes on the altar, holding their breath as they waited for the crack to open. The altar would only be open for a very short amount of time, so they had to dash towards it with their full speed once the crack appeared.

At that moment, the seven grand warriors' strengths had reached the top level, so they then began transferring their power. Soon, the blood essence spilled out from their chests and flowed towards the altar.

Everyone's attention was focused on the altar, and thus no one noticed the several gloomy shadows that were floating in the air, intently watching the scene.

"Distinguished Grand Blood Refiner, look at that lad. He's the one who came out of the Ancient Void Battlefield. I suspect that he still has Primitive Stones," a figure from the shadows said. He had been following Darren for several days.

"Is it because you want to wait for him to collect more Primitive Stones from the Raksa Sea and take all those treasures once you've killed him?"

The four shadows floating in the air turned their heads to look at the direction of a man. He was dressed in black shirt and wore a bamboo hat.

That man took off his hat, revealing his frightening face. Half of it was exposed skull and the other half was rotting flesh.

"No. This time, I will go to the Raksa Sea myself," the man replied in a rough harsh voice. Aside from his unfavorable appearance, he was also wafting with a horrible stench. If someone were to come close to the man, they would definitely smell the foul scent of blood and decay emitting from him.

"Sir, have you already completely grasped the Avatar Blood Refining Skill? That's great!

Congratulations, sir!"

the four young men exclaimed while keeping their voices low. However, they all wore looks of sheer terror on their faces as something suddenly occurred to them.

"After hundreds of years, I have finally grasped the Avatar Blood Refining Skill. I can finally go to the Raksa Sea myself!" The man's hoarse voice grew louder and raspier, making the four young men tremble in fear.

"Humph!" The man snorted at the trembling young men. He slightly raised his rotten hands in the air and a bloody aura emitted from his body. In a split second, the four men were tightly enveloped inside his power.

Blood suddenly flowed violently out from their foreheads. Before they even had the chance to cry out, they dropped dead and lifeless onto the ground. The man's body then divided into four and each went straight for the corpses of the young men. A few moments later, the young men regained their consciousness. The coppery smell of blood instantly pervaded and wafted in the air as their eyes opened.

They began to slowly walk towards the rest of the talents and sat among them.

One of them approached Darren.

"Huh?" Darren suddenly felt a slight chill in the air.

He jerked his head around and found nothing out of the ordinary.

Boom!

In that moment, a deep crack appeared at the black altar. An ancient aura suddenly spread towards them.

"It is open!"

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

All the superior talents dashed into the crack at full speed.

Darren shrugged off the strange chill he felt and followed Chad's disciples into the black crack.

Inside the endless darkness, Darren felt as if he was being enveloped by a continuous blast of strong howling winds. The tremendous power of the winds slapped against his skin. It felt as if it was tearing him apart.

Although Darren's body was strong, he still had not reached the Wonder Realm. Most of the superior talents who entered the Raksa Sea, on the other hand, had reached the advanced stage of the Wonder Realm and were therefore faring much better against the powerful wind than Darren was.