Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1242

Darren was most concerned about Kerr getting caught by the Gambling King. If this happened, his chances for survival were slim to none.

Seeing that Darren was badly injured, the people of the branch of the Starry Sword Sect immediately carried him back to the sect.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

The news that Darren had been seriously injured spread around the circle of people who had placed bets with their killing points. Many people who had bet exorbitant sums on Darren regretted their decision to bet on him.

"Darren, my father just came back. He's in the secret room, and he is asking for you,"

Freda said, jolting Darren from his trance.

"Alright, take me there." Darren stood up and walked with Freda.

After passing through a series of secret arrays, Darren found himself in a secret room underground.

"Master Murphy, how did you get hurt?"

Darren looked up and saw Murphy's pale face. His aura was weak, and his body looked badly mangled. He had been injured badly.

"Do not worry about me, I am fine. But your subordinate has been caught by the Gambling King." He let out an exasperated sigh, and his eyes looked weary.

Darren frowned and his face darkened. "Caught? He did not kill him?"

"How dare he kill a fiend by himself? Once any fiend is caught invading the territory of the human race, it must be reported to the Tussle Holy House. The senior leaders need to decide what course of action to take," said Murphy.

"Why?"

"Ha-ha." Murphy let out a bitter chuckle. "Darren, we humans in the Primitive Wilderness are mere slaves. We had supreme gods before who released us from our shackles with their magnificent power and strength. However, we no longer have any supreme gods. We have to live cautiously. We have to be careful about dealing with the other races. Once we violate any treaties, we are in danger of extinction."

Darren felt anger bubble up within him and envelop his heart.

"Are humans really so weak?" Darren's voice was filled with fury and resentment.

Suddenly, Murphy stood up and looked at Darren, his eyes as sharp as a sword. "There are many things you don't understand, and you could not understand them even if you tried. One has to have enough strength to become all-powerful. We are all lion-hearted warriors. No man is willing to bow down to others. All the humans that have taken the insults and lived on deserve respect. I hope you can remember this."

Darren was stunned. It took a minute for him to process what Murphy had said.

"Alright, then. Let's just drop it. Tell me, why is your subordinate a pure fiend?" He fixed his eyes on Darren as sword intent faintly flowed through his body.

Darren was surprised. But since Murphy had already known Kerr's identity, Darren didn't want to keep secrets from him anymore. "Do you really want to know?"

"Of course."

"What if I refuse to tell you?"

Murphy turned around coldly. "Then, I will show you no mercy, especially now that you are in my secret room. No soul message can come out from here. No one will come to your rescue."

Murphy was full of killing intent.

Darren's eyes flashed, his purple robes fluttering as the room was filled with a light breeze. A stream of white smoke came off of Darren's body. Black rays of light in the shape of a thirty-six-face crystal shone on his chest.

Murphy turned to look at Darren, feeling the sudden shift in his aura.

"You are a Defiant Master?!" he exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, I am," Darren said in a flat tone. "All creatures seem to have a grudge against Defiant Masters. I was hunted wherever I went. I think you are no exception."

Murphy was astonished. He stared at Darren for a long time. He gave a soft sigh, and he shook his head sadly.

"You are wrong. For the human race, what we desire most is to have Defiant Masters."

Darren's heart trembled when he heard this.

"Then, why would I be expelled from the Ancestral Land? Why did the powerful human warriors just stand there and watch as I got taken away by the fiends when I was in danger? Do you know how painful it is to be abandoned by your own kind?"