Nobilis of War novel Chapter 65

In this wilderness, the situation was severe—the two dangerous forces were surging furiously.

Elsa's face turned pale. She knew that Jerome was close to killing someone and it was impossible to prevent him from doing so.

Just when Jerome and Darren were at a stalemate, Elsa moved toward Dalton to pick up the divine sword fragment—she had a plan.

Suddenly, a burst of violent wind emerged and Jerome's release of vital energy imposed tremendous pressure on his opponent.

With that, Darren felt suppression in his chest, a sense of something almost unbearable.

"The strength of Mysterious Realm is too powerful…" In shock, Darren thought, 'All I can do is to use demonic internal force. But it's still impossible to kill someone who has reached the Mysterious Realm with just that.'

At this moment, Jerome made a move—an ancient bow was open in his hand, ready to shoot the arrow.

As he drew the bow, an arrow with vital energy and white light shot out.

A powerful force came with the arrow, its speed was incomparable. Darren could avoid the arrow by any means.

Darren waved his blade and sword, and a majestic internal force came out. After a roar, the arrow dimmed a bit, but its power was still unbeatable.

The arrow seemed to be more powerful than he imagined—the idea scared him.

Schhwaff!

Seeing the arrow approaching, Darren gathered all his internal force only to move a small step.

Even with that, the arrow easily penetrated his left shoulder. As it pierced his flesh, it exploded with vital energy, leaving a gaping hole in his body.

"Do you see my power, now? Killing you would be as simple as slaughtering a dog!"

Seeing Darren become a mere duckling in his eyes, Jerome turned rather complacent.

"Cut the crap. Kill me if you're really powerful enough!"

In spite of the tremendous pain in his left shoulder, Darren forced himself to stand proud in the wind, shrugging off any sign of weakness.

"Alright, well, if that's the case…

You'll die like Dalton, very miserable," Jerome explained, shooting three ancient arrows. They flew so fast that the sharp sound penetrated the wind as if the arrows were cutting through the sky—it was astonishing.

Standing still, Darren's pyramidal demon core in his body began to work. A stock of demonic internal force started to gather in passages through which vital energy circulated, violent and fierce.

At this moment, Darren's eyes turned ice-cold and black thorns grew out from his back, leaving a tingling sensation.

Left with no other choice, Darren had to use the demonic internal force, thinking that the three arrows could possibly stop him. If he didn't transform into a demon, he would be easily smashed into pieces.

"Hm? That's so weird."

Upon finding something, Jerome's neutral expression was replaced with a frown.

Even from where Elsa stood, she could feel the dark, deep atmosphere that suddenly began enveloping the area, making people feel extremely fearful as if they were right at the gates of hell. It was quite horrible.

Three arrows approached him in the blink of an eye—he couldn't avoid them. Instead, he gathered all his strength and rushed toward Jerome.

"All arrow cultivators have a fatal flaw—that is fear of short-range attacks!"

As she analyzed the situation, Elsa's face turned pale, 'No… Darren is going to go down with him!'

As expected, the three arrows shot right through Darren's body, leaving holes in his flesh. However, he could grin rather hideously, accelerating his speed as he rushed to Jerome.

"Madman, do you really think that if you come closer to me, you can hurt me? Innocent!"

Jerome's eyes were full of ridicule, laughing at Darren's naivety—he didn't seem to understand that there was still a huge gap between them.

Growing stronger and stronger, the demon core seemed to run to the limit as black scales began to cover his back.

Although Jerome felt a strange atmosphere, how could he think that Darren would transform himself into a demon? Still disdainful, pulling the ancient bow in his hand and laughing, he said, "You don't know that I can shoot people in a short distance. I only blame you for being too ignorant."

An arrow exploded in front of Jerome, rolling into dust.

The next moment, he was muddled.