Nobilis of War

Chapter 1513 A Mysterious Man

The pyramid of faith, made up of the highest level of Order Law in the Primitive Wilderness, towered

over Darren. Its scale was astonishing.

Darren thought that in this world, only the stronger version of the Rule Soul Avatar could create such a

massive thing. Of course, there was an exception: the chief gods.

Darren's mind raced. Suddenly, he realized that a huge amount of Power of Belief was being

transmitted to the pyramid through the iron chains.

"Eh?" he muttered.

An idea suddenly came to Darren. His eyes lit up with excitement.

'Could I intercept the Power of Belief?' he thought.

As a Defiant Master, Darren was equal to the chief gods in name. He had the qualifications to absorb

the Power of Belief on his own.

Given this steady stream of energy, what would happen if Darren destroyed one of the links and

channeled the Power of Belief into his own body?

The two Bloodsucker Princes were the strongest among all the believers that Darren now had. But

even they were only the equivalent of warriors at the upper-level of the Deputy God Realm.

In the abyss, the creatures enslaved by the projection of the chief god were far stronger than the two

Bloodsucker Princes. And countless numbers of these creatures were here.

The more Darren thought about it, the more his excitement grew. For a moment, he forgot all about the

mangy hen and the belief crystal. All his attention was focused on devising a way to obtain the Power

of Belief.

If he succeeded, the black god's power that was transmitted out from the dark void in his mind would

increase by leaps and bounds.

Darren still didn't completely understand the black god's power. He only knew that there was still plenty

of room for improvement.

He approached one huge black iron chain carefully.

Stretching out a hand, he laid his palm on a link of the chain.

Immediately, there was a buzzing sound.

It echoed through the dark space. Darren kept his hand on the chain. After several seconds, the chain

started to shake, sending tremors along all the other chains on the pyramid.

The buzzing grew louder and louder, filling the dark space completely.

Darren was stunned by the force of the sound waves. He felt as though waves of energy were crashing

into his body, pummeling him constantly.

"No," he gasped. His face was pale. He felt as though his body was about to explode.

He forced himself to stay still and try to control the trembling of his body. Every molecule of his body

shook as he fought to adapt to the vigorous reverberations. He was on the verge of collapsing when he

finally managed to merge the sound waves harmoniously with his body. Instantly, the heavy pressure

that threatened to tear his body apart was lifted.

He breathed heavily, feeling a rising sense of fear. He had almost died just by touching the iron chain.

"Don't even think about it. That thing is not something you should touch," said a cold voice. Darren

glanced around him, but couldn't identify the source of the voice.

It seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time. Darren spread out his god's

sense, but he couldn't find anything. His heartbeat speeded up, and he felt trickles of cold sweat down

his neck. He felt tense and uncertain.

The iron chains clattered against each other.

The noise rushed into Darren's ears, and he braced himself. However, this time, the sound did not

cause him any pain.

His god's sense remained alert, and gradually, he began to distinguish the blurred edges of a figure.

'What is it?' he thought. He felt a moment of astonishment, wondering if the projection of the chief god

had sensed him. But on second thought, Darren decided that it was impossible. The aura of the chief

god's projection was different from that of the one he had just sensed.

Moreover, if the chief god's projection had truly found him, he would have attacked Darren immediately.

There was no doubt he'd have tried to kill Darren without hesitation. There was no need to talk to him.

The iron chains continued to clatter against each other.

The rattling of the chains was moving closer and closer to Darren. He could sense the figure becoming

clearer.

Finally, Darren saw the figure clearly. It was shaped like a human, but its body was shrouded by a

mysterious mist. The face was completely covered.

'How strange,' Darren thought. 'He didn't speak human language just now...' He was confused, but he

had no time to consider the matter. He had to engage with the figure now. Cupping his hands in

greeting, he said cautiously, "Sir, are you a human?"

The man stopped. He was still several hundred feet away from Darren.

The man did not answer Darren's question, but Darren could see him more clearly now. This human-

shaped creature was bound by many black iron chains, which fluttered like strings, the metal links

rattling noisily against each other.

"You are the descendant of the Chu Clan," the man said. He sounded very old.

The unexpected words made Darren feel as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Ah!" Darren exclaimed. "Are you really a human elder? Are you also from the Chu Clan, sir?" Darren

couldn't contain his enthusiasm. He had never expected to encounter humans in the Space of Belief

established by the chief god's projection.

His emotions were stirred by the fact that this man knew him as a descendant of the Chu Clan.

'Is this man an elder from the Chu Clan? Is he one of my uncles? Or maybe this man is actually... my

father,' he thought.

Darren waited for the man to say more, so excited that he couldn't say a word.

"You are wrong," said the figure. "I am not a member of the Chu Clan."

The calm answer dampened Darren's exhilaration. Darren sighed and asked, "Then may I ask who you

are, sir?"

"You don't need to know who I am right now," the figure answered. "One day in the future, you will have

the right to know.

Now, I will give you a piece of advice. Leave immediately and don't try to steal any Power of Belief."

The figure spoke slowly, but deliberately.

Hearing this, Darren smiled bitterly.

"Sir, to be honest, I came here because I was forced to, by an abyss creature called Corissa. She

asked me to come and bring back her belief crystal," Darren replied, deciding to be honest.

"Corissa..." the mysterious man murmured. He fell silent, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long period of silence, the man finally spoke. "It's her," he said simply. Darren could tell from his

tone that the mysterious figure was a little surprised.

"Sir, do you know her? She is very little now. She looks like a mangy hen," he said.

"She used to be one of the rulers of this abyss," the man answered.

"What?" blurted Darren. He was stunned. He couldn't reconcile the image of the mangy hen with the

description of the mysterious man.

Could she have been so powerful once? To be one of the rulers of this abyss? He felt a stab of terror.

This was the hometown of a chief god!

Briskly, the figure said, "Well, we have no more time for you to ask any more questions. Get out of

here, quickly. You are very talented and very likely to become a supreme god. But unfortunately, as a Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Defiant Master cultivating conflicting martial arts skills, your time of tribulation will eventually come.

Alas! I really don't know what Braxton and Alfredo were thinking,"

the mysterious man sighed, his tone heavy with foreboding.

"Sir..." Darren trailed off. He suddenly felt that this mysterious man might be a kind of existence that he

had never before imagined.

"No more words. Just go. Go!" urged the man.

Without warning, Darren felt a huge force enfolding him. A crack appeared in the dark space, and

Darren sank into it, until he was completely submerged in the empty space.

As he crossed the space crack in the abyss, Darren felt a great weight pressing down on him. Soon,

everything went black and he lost consciousness.

He awoke to find that he was no longer in the dark space. The mangy hen was staring directly into his

face. She looked furious.

"Master Corissa, please let me explain," Darren said hurriedly.

He jumped up and looked warily at her, knowing that if he failed to complete the task she had set, the

mangy hen would not let him go.