Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1125

The Space Spirit's words puzzled Darren.

"Why is it useless?" Darren frowned and asked.

"You are strong enough for the test in the third mountain. Actually, even a holy emperor can pass the third test. However, it's not going to be easy. Once you enter, you'll understand. Are you ready?" The Space Spirit's reply was vague and offered Darren no clarity.

"All right." Without a proper explanation, Darren had no other alternative but to proceed. He nodded and entered the third mountain.

"What?"

Darren's eyes widened, and his mouth flew open. He was shocked by the scenery before him.

The third mountain was the same as the first mountain!

A serene, green field full of dancing creatures stretched to the horizon. A gentle river gurgled at the end of the grassland, and a towering tree stretched its thick canopy on the other side of the river.

This was precisely what Darren saw when he entered the first mountain.

"What?" Darren was even more confused now. What kind of test was this?

In the forbidden areas of the Lothlann Continent

Finley stared at the extremely beautiful immortal in disbelief. After several moments of hesitance and silence, he asked, "Are you really Elsa?"

"Yes." A light smile replaced the cold expression on the immortal's face.

"This is great! Darren will be so excited to hear that!" Finley was wild with joy.

"Where is he?"

Elsa probed with her spiritual sense for Darren's aura but couldn't find it.

"Ahem." Finley's face darkened as he explained, "He went to the Godly City to improve his strength. It will be a while before he returns."

"The Godly City? I've never heard of such a place. What is it?" Elsa's brow furrowed.

"I'm not sure either. We'll have to wait until the witcher ancestor arrives."

"It is a city that fell from the Primitive Wilderness." A figure dressed in a black robe appeared in the hall. It was the witcher ancestor.

"Sir." Elsa bowed slightly. As she had inherited the immortal's memory, she naturally knew the identity of the witcher ancestor.

The witcher ancestor raised his hand, indicating that Elsa should not be so courteous. Then, he gave her a brief explanation about the Godly City.

"Ah." Elsa's eyes widened with surprise. Her voice was laced with concern as she asked, "Isn't that very dangerous for Darren?"

"There is some danger, but I believe in Darren's ability to surpass challenges. He will make it. You are in greater danger than him." The witcher ancestor's tone turned serious as he addressed Elsa.

"Me?" Elsa exclaimed.

"Yes." The witcher ancestor nodded and continued, "Although you have been revived, you're using the same body with the immortal. And so, you will appear as a destroyer."

Although Elsa's soul existed in the immortal's body, she was not the only one who could control it. The immortal's soul would not give up her pursuit of the World Essence.

"Then what should we do? If Elsa becomes a destroyer, she will become Darren's enemy." Finley's heart skipped a beat when he heard the witcher ancestor's verdict.

Elsa was flustered.

"Sir, please help me. I don't want to be a destroyer," Elsa pleaded.

The witcher ancestor shook his head and said, "It can't be changed."

As soon as he finished, a stream of World Force hurtled into the Sacred Palace and swirled around the immortal's body.

"Oh, no, I don't want to be a destroyer!" Elsa screamed as she was dragged into the palace in the south. No matter what she did, she could not resist the strong World Force.

"Alas." The witcher ancestor's chest heaved as he took a deep breath and sighed.

"Is there really nothing that you can do, sir?" Finley frowned. Everything he had seen and heard troubled him.

"I have no choice. Don't worry. She has her consciousness and is an independent soul. She will never become Darren's enemy," advised the witcher ancestor.

Finley remained silent for a long time as he contemplated how Darren would feel about all this. He loved Elsa deeply, and hurting her would be the worst kind of torture for him. Eventually, Finley sighed and whispered, "I hope so."

"I wonder when Darren will return," the witcher ancestor murmured to himself.

"Sir, do you believe that Darren is the fifth destroyer? I feel this is too contradictory. How can he be a destroyer and a Reincarnation Master at the same time?"

"According to my calculations, he is the only cultivator with the strength and abilities to be a destroyer," said the witcher ancestor.

"No. Can it be his avatar? Do you know his avatar, sir?" Darren's avatar was strong, but he hadn't appeared.

The witcher ancestor thought for a moment and said, "I know his avatar very well. But if Darren is not the destroyer, then his avatar can't be, either. They have the same soul."

"That's strange," Finley murmured.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

While the two were talking, a roar emanated from outside the hall. Strong winds carried red dust that surged to a hundred thousand feet high, staining the sky a deep vermilion.

"What's going on?"

As soon as Finley felt the force, he flew out to inspect.

A sense of foreboding coursed through the witcher ancestor as well, and he hurried out.

Once outside, the witcher ancestor and Finley encountered a bizarre scene. A palace surfaced from the dust in the center of the forbidden areas.

"What? Isn't that the kind of palace where the destroyer is imprisoned?" Finley asked in astonishment.

'What is going on here?' he wondered.

When the witcher ancestor saw the palace, he understood what had happened.

"The fifth destroyer is coming!" The witcher ancestor looked into the distance with green eyes.

"What? Has Darren returned?" When Finley released his spiritual sense to probe the palace, he didn't sense Darren.

"No, it's not him."

The witcher ancestor's voice trembled as realization dawned on him. He had never been so shocked before.

"If it's not him, then who is it?" Finley was beyond bewildered now.

"I don't know. But since the five destroyers have all arrived, the battle for the World Essence is about to begin."

Anxiety surged in the witcher ancestor's heart. Darren had not returned, and a ferocious battle would begin soon. Even Scott could not help as he was unable to leave the Fire Cave at such short notice. Once the war began, who would save the Lothlann Continent?

"Old man, don't panic." Barnes suddenly appeared. He appeared calm as he reassured the witcher ancestor.

"Monkey, once the battle starts, no one from the human race will be a match for the destroyers. How can we not panic?" Finley said anxiously.

"No one can match them? I'm here. Aren't I? They can't do anything!"

After the witcher ancestor heard the declaration, he studied Barnes carefully and felt a little surprised.

"You have gone through the ninth tribulation?" He was a little uncertain.

"You have sharp eyes, old man. You are right. I have passed the ninth tribulation. Unfortunately, the last thunder almost killed me. As a result, it's not considered complete. Nevertheless, my current strength is only a notch lower than a real nine-tribulation senior holy warrior.

Regardless, I'm not afraid of anyone except the mysterious figure,"

Barnes said as he released a strong aura. His power was so overwhelming, almost as if he were a god.

"Ha-ha, great!" When he sensed Barnes' invincible power, Finley found it difficult to contain his joy. He was so delighted that he patted Barnes' shoulder as he exclaimed, "You're awesome! The first nine-tribulation senior holy warrior in history!"

"Boy, are you flattering me?" Barnes laughed.

"Whatever you say. Monkey, I'm counting on you. I'm not kidding," Finley said. His tone had turned more serious now.

"Why do you speak such nonsense?" asked Barnes.

Buzz…

Just as they were talking, a change occurred. The World Essence, which was hovering over the forbidden areas, began to shake. Tremendous World Force was released and enveloped the whole range of the forbidden areas.