Nobilis of War novel Chapter 46

"Ah!" Darren gave a cry of pain at the sensations claiming his body.

His insides screamed in agony. It was as if he would burst any second now. When he wielded the sword, the strong sword internal force was released along with it.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Dalton asked him, his tone edging on irritation. When he saw Darren's pained expression, he thought he was playing some kind of trick.

He charged at Darren with surefooted speed. A loud, metallic ring burst out when their weapons collided.

The impact sent a powerful recoil through Darren's body. Before he knew it, he had crashed into a wall, his back hitting the stone with a powerful thud. The same thing happened to Dalton. Like a kite that had snapped its thread, he flew with the wind- almost being thrown out of the cave.

He scarcely had time to process his shock. How could it be? Darren was a mere beginner of the Spirit Realm while he himself was at the ninth stage. There was a huge gap between them. He was a master, and Darren was a novice. How was it possible for him to possess such strength?

"Ow!" Darren cried out again.

He sensed the black smoke in his energy pathways inflated and spread out.

The next thing he knew was a stinging pain in his back, accompanied with a series of cracking noises, like the sound of branches snapping. .

It was then that he realized that his backbones were being broken by the black smoke as it travelled through his body. His face morphed into an expression of agony, magnified by his understanding of what was happening. All of a sudden, several black spikes stabbed out of the flesh of his back. His hands had turned dark in color, like the claws of a fiend.

His eyes widened in horror as he watched the changes in his body. "What on earth is going on? Is my body transforming?" Darren cried out in both fear and shock.

Everyone watched with disbelieving eyes as Darren transformed into something of a half human and half demon in front of them.

Darren felt his consciousness slipping away, and his senses were overtaken with an intense thirst for blood. Murder seemed to be such a delectable concept. He could almost taste the exquisite flavor on his tongue.

The sight had strewn panic among the onlookers. "Kill him!" a voice shouted, breaking the standstill.

The cultivators in the cave were all masters of at least the seventh-stage of the Spirit Realm. They rushed forward to kill Darren together.

"Hissss..." A sound similar to that of the bronze coffin came out from Darren.

The cultivators pressed forward and attacked him simultaneously. There was a tremendous energy released from their combined strikes.

Darren's eyes turned red at the face of such a heavy attacks. Nevertheless, he did not retreat. Raising his arms, he wielded his sword and went to the direction of his attackers. The black smoke mingled with the sword's power and shot forward, cutting two men in front of him.

"What monster is he?" one of the cultivators said aloud, his voice ringing with panic. .

The rest of the cultivators could only retreat and look at Darren in horror.

"Hissss…..".

At this moment, the bronze coffin outside the cave began to shake violently once more. Slowly, the coffin lid was lifted from inside, as if something wanted to come out.

A dense film of black smoke leaked out of the bronze coffin and drifted into the cave.

"Boom!"

There was a loud sound as golden runes blocked the miasma. Despite the barrier, the people inside the cave began coughing blood.

"Brother, let's work together to deal with this monster!" Dalton looked at a young cultivator who, like him, was at the ninth-stage of the Spirit Realm.

The young cultivator slightly nodded his head in agreement. All of a sudden, he charged forward and hit Darren with his fist. Dalton immediately followed and slashed with his knife.

Darren's first instinct was to resist the powerful attacks, but he was unable to match the strength of the two masters combined. Before long, he was thrown out of the cave from the volley of the attacks.

Dalton and the young cultivator were also backwards. They crashed into the stone wall, leaving two deep holes in its surface.

Darren felt weak after receiving blows from the two masters, but he attempted to return once more into the cave.

Meanwhile, the black smoke had not ceased from gushing out of the bronze coffin. Black waves sailed in the air, enveloping him in a thick smog. Before long, Darren could no longer see beyond the curtain of smoke.

"Breathe! Keep breathing!" Darren said to himself.

Sharp pain pricked his body all over. Holding on to the last traces of his consciousness, he assimilated the black smoke into his body.

He went on assimilating wave after wave of smoke as they flowed out from the bronze coffin.