Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1361

Darren and his companions hovered above, looking down but not daring to go there themselves.

This was because the Archean Demonic Ape had blocked the cave Akbar was in and trapped him and the others in.

"Sir, do you have any way of sending a message in there, while avoiding detection by the Archean Demonic Ape?" Darren asked the Primitive Emperor.

"I can certainly try."

The Primitive Emperor possessed the Archean god's power and although it was not the strongest, it was at least difficult for the Archean Demonic Ape to understand or even make it out when he used it.

"I'm afraid I'm unable to do it. The ape has blocked off the entire area below and my god's sense can't penetrate it," the Primitive Emperor said, his voice low with disappointment at his failure.

Their current predicament was a hard nut to crack.

The great masters had sent secret letters, requiring the young talents to come in and rescue them, but how were they supposed to accomplish that? That question remained unanswered.

And there were other issues still; what about the other big shots besides Akbar? Where were Lord Starry Sword and Finley's real body?

"Let's go around, and see if there is a better vantage point somewhere else."

Darren felt that staying here was futile. They had to learn more about this place if they hoped to discover a way to rescue these great masters.

With their current strength, saving those masters was no more than a wistful dream. After all, even the weakest trapped were at the Superior God Realm.

"Agreed."

They backed off a little, bypassed the area guarded by the Archean Demonic Ape and continued making their way north.

They had flown tens of thousands of kilometers when Darren and his companions were surprised to come across plants on the ground.

They had already withered and dried up, but it was not difficult to imagine that this place had once been a dense primitive forest.

"There is someone nearby,"

the Primitive Emperor said with caution as he detected many auras.

"Let's head down and investigate."

They landed, and to their astonishment, found that hundreds of humans from the outside had gathered in the withered forest.

The human talents saw people coming and watched vigilantly. When they turned out to be human beings themselves, their nerves calmed and relief flowed through them all.

"Ah, it's the avatar of my master..."

someone said, immediately recognizing Finley and flying over to welcome him.

"What are you all doing here?" Finley asked.

"We were summoned to gather here. Did you not receive these messages of summons from our master? But you should have. That is very curious."

As it turned out, all these people had received telepathic messages from their masters and had gathered here. But for some reason, Darren and his companions had not received anything from anyone.

"Of course I have. Come on, why wouldn't I?" Finley said calmly, trying to save face.

"It seems we have been neglected," he then complained once the other geniuses had gone off.

"That can't be the case. It makes sense that Darren and the two of us haven't received any message, but why haven't Weber, Sally and Beatty received any either?" Lindsay inquired when she realized the issue with Finley's thought.

She was right. Since both Lord Starry Sword and Finley's real body had informed Darren, there was no reason to purposely not send him a message. Not to mention that Sally and Beatty hadn't received messages either.

"Ahem." The Primitive Emperor cleared his throat awkwardly. "In order to avoid trouble, I have blocked some of the external waves from coming through, so that outsiders can't send messages to us."

"I knew it. There had to be something. How could our master not call us over?" Sally said, seeming to have understood everything now.

Everyone found a place to sit comfortably as the Primitive Emperor was about to put the shield down.

"Darren, you are here."

A cold voice crept into Darren's mind the moment the Primitive Emperor removed the shield of his god's power.

Darren recognized it as the voice of Finley's real body.

"Yes, I'm here," Darren replied.

"I'm glad you're still alive." Finley's real body had detected Darren many times but had not found any trace of his existence, so he had come to the conclusion that he was probably already dead. The Archean relic was really dangerous after all.

"What on earth happened? How do we rescue the trapped great masters?" Darren asked directly, not wasting any time.

"No hurry. It's not yet time for it." And with that, Finley's real body's spiritual sense disappeared.

Sally and Beatty had also received a message from Lord Starry Sword at the same time.

"Where is my master? Is he dead?" Weber asked no one in particular, a faint spark of joy igniting within him when he murmured the words under his breath. He waited a while longer, but still, his master did not send him a message.

"You little bastard! You curse me to death every day. I should give you a terrible beating for that!"

A voice exploded like wild thunder in Weber's mind, shaking him to his bones.

"I would not dare do so, master. I'm simply just worried about you. Are you alright? I have been so worried," Weber replied.

"Is that so? Then why did I see you looking so happy just then?"

Weber didn't know what to say.

And despite this conversation with his master, he still had no clue as to why they had come here.

Although Darren and his companions did not know why they had come either, they had at least gotten an important piece of information—the great masters of the human race were all gathering here. However, they had not yet shown up.

They waited on that spot for a few hours, before another group of human talents arrived.

Darren felt a strong sense of hostility from them.

These people were the same who had been besieged and attacked by the skeletons and whose runes and elixirs Darren had taken. But there were fewer people in their group now, only a little more than twenty in total, and all injured.

"What happened to you, buddy?"

"Girls, did you run into some trouble?"

"Brother, are you okay?"

Many people gathered around them, expressing their concern and beginning to treat them.

"Darren, should we get out of here?" Weber asked. His heart trembled at the realization that these newcomers, their enemies, had many friends here.

"Why would we do that? Isn't your master here? What are you still afraid of?" asked Lindsay indifferently.

"If my master could make it here, he would. And he would beat me when he got here. But he hasn't shown up. That must mean he's in some sort of trouble. Besides, they have masters too, some of which might be deputy gods." Weber was uneasy and not very confident.

"Weber, are you not brave enough for the challenge?" Sally asked purposefully loud when she saw how cowardly Weber looked.

"Ahem!" Weber stood up straight, puffed his chest out and pretended to be calm. "I'm just worried about you two girls. I mean, they do outnumber me. I'm just worried that these villains will use you to threaten me if we got into a fight. If it comes to that though, you best believe I will not hesitate to protect you, even if it costs me my life,"

Weber said, putting on a valiant show for everyone.

"Cut the crap!" Darren yelled, glaring at him.

"Darren, what should we do? I don't think they will give up easily. We should have killed them when we had the chance!"

"What are you talking about? Who should you have killed?"

About a dozen young men flew over to surround Darren and his companions.

Weber's body stiffened in terror and his heart began beating fast; these young men were at the Celestial God Realm.

However, when he remembered the Primitive Emperor was here with them, his fear faded away.

"What do you want? Come at me if you've got a problem!" Weber yelled as he glanced around before he intentionally stood in front of Sally and Beatty.

"Watch your mouth!"

one of the young men screamed back, releasing his god's power and forcing Weber back.

"Darren Chu, you went too far! How dare you hurt my friends like this?"

Those injured or disabled could be healed, but many of their friends had already died.

After these newcomers had told their exaggerated tale, Darren became public enemy number one. Even those with no affiliation with this group of people were filled with righteous indignation, all saying they would kill Darren for the sake of the human race.

"We won't kill you. We'll let you kill yourself."

The crowd surrounding Darren and his companions grew. It was starting to turn into a mob.

"I don't mind him not committing suicide. Let's cut him to pieces! I'm sure even the Ancestral Land will give us all their support if we did!"

"You have no regard for the life of your peers, and you even robbed them of their resources and framed them. A villain like you doesn't deserve to be alive!"

For a moment, all that could be heard was the chorus of complaints about Darren ringing in the air, getting louder and louder till one could not hear himself think.