Nobilis of War novel Chapter 47

Darren was surprised to see the huge palm descend from the sky. It was about to crush him to smithereens. He rushed forward, hoping to dodge the attack but it was unlikely due to its tremendous size.

The mysterious bronze coffin ahead of Darren was his only way to escape the attack.

In a moment of desperation, Darren rushed into the coffin.

Bang!

The palm shadow hit the bronze coffin and bounced off of it, meanwhile the extraordinary warrior who launched the palm attack plummeted and was obviously wounded.

For Darren, he was immediately confused with the insides of the bronze coffin.

The world inside seemed broken.

Countless graves were scattered as far as one could see across the bleak, boundless, and black earth, giving off an old-world atmosphere.

In front of most graves were gravestones, engraved with ancient golden words.

A gentle breeze kissed Darren's face and swayed the weeds. Darren didn't expect the deathly stillness to show any sign of life.

"No, something is wrong! They aren't weeds, they are superior spiritual herbs."

Darren was dazed. The lowest and humblest weeds were superior spiritual herbs. But there were more weeds with greater vitality than the superior spiritual herbs.

"My goodness."

This place was in fact abundant with treasures beyond Darren's imagination. Urged by his strong inner desire, Darren wanted to pluck those herbs so badly but he couldn't move an inch as if his feet were tightly bound by the earth.

"I don't believe this nonsense!" Blinded by the immense amount of treasures, Darren would by no means let this golden opportunity slip away. He channeled all his internal force to try and lift his leg.

After moving about half an inch, an overwhelming force pushed Darren onto the ground like a huge mountain was dropped down on him. In a split second, two of his chest bones were gravely fractured by the pressure.

With great astonishment, he hurriedly withdrew the leg he attempted to lift.

"That was horrifying! The power could have crushed me into bits if I continued moving!

Eh, there is a small area with footsteps."

Darren looked ahead and saw an area about ten meters to his right that had markings of what seemed to be footsteps on the ground. It was a circular area with a radius of about three feet. In front of it was an ancient tomb, its tombstone was engraved with words used among humans.

"The tomb of the Demon King Andrew."

Darren read on.

"I died in this divine coffin when I went on a campaign with the lord of martial arts to fight outsiders who committed aggression against the land. This manual is called "Nine Changes of the Demon" and inside are all my lifetime's unique skills. I hope a worthy descendant of my race finds this and passes it on."

Below were tiny condensed words recording the martial skills of the book "Nine Changes of the Demon".

Darren began to read about the skills more closely.

This book contained nine stages. According to Andrew's own words, he had reached the Grand Realm as he accomplished the fifth stage and became one of the top dogs on the mainland.

"Is this book about a legendary martial skill?"

On the mainland, martial skills were divided into the ordinary martial skill, the medium marital skill, the superior martial skill, the extraordinary martial skill, the supernatural martial skill, and the legendary martial skill, in ascending order.

With those in mind, Darren looked over the endless graves. Every gravestone was engraved with thickly dotted characters that he couldn't recognize.

The graves grew taller and taller as Darren looked farther, there were several graves that seemed like great mountains on the horizon.

Judging from the arrangements of these graves, Darren assumed that the farther a grave was, the more powerful the man buried inside would be.