Nobilis of War

Chapter 1177 The Fiend Village

Looking into the distance, Darren transformed into a fiend. Then, moments later, he flew to the place

where the fiends took up residence. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

It didn't take him long to locate some fiends. They had surrounded a scarlet bull and were trying to

bring it down; however, the bull was too strong for them and two fiends were lying on the ground, dead.

Darren perched himself in the high branches of a nearby tree and observed them in silence. He saw

that these fiends were very thin and bony. Their strength was at most equivalent to that of the warriors

at the top level of the Super Emperor Realm in the Lothlann Continent.

Whoosh!

Once he was certain that there were no strong cultivators in the surrounding area, he leapt from the

tree and flew towards them.

"Ah!"

the inferior fiends gasped when they saw Darren's figure land in front of them. Immediately, they

dropped to the ground and trembled in fear, ignoring the enraged bull.

"Get up," Darren ordered in a low voice. Several fiends scrambled to their feet.

"Sir, the day for worshiping hasn't come yet. You..." a fiend began before trailing off. His eyes were full

of fear and helplessness.

"I'm not here for that. My slaves and I will live in your village for a while."

"What?" The fiends all looked at each other with worry and confusion.

"Is there a problem?" Darren asked while he released a gush of fiend power behind him.

"No, sir. We would be honored to have you as a guest."

Darren nodded indifferently, then he summoned Carlisle and the others. They all appeared behind him

and several fiends dropped to the ground once more.

"Human! Human!" Seeing Carlisle and the others, the inferior fiends trembled even more. It appeared

that they were more afraid of humans than Darren who was in the form of a powerful fiend.

"What? These are only my slaves. There is no reason to be afraid."

"Yes, sir. This way, please."

Darren and the others began following several of the fiends as they hurriedly led the way into a dark

brown fog in the distance.

"When we get to their village, I can kill them all by myself, master," Carlisle said through spiritual sense.

"Don't worry about that yet. Let's get there and see what we're up against."

It took four hours of walking before they reached an area that was spotted with stone huts.

There were many fiends walking among the huts and every one of them was bony, like a human

skeleton, with black skin.

"Inform your village head to gather all the fiends here right now. I have something to say," Darren

immediately ordered.

The fiends that had brought Darren there acted immediately, scurrying off in many different directions.

In just a few minutes, there were thousands of inferior fiends gathered amongst all of the huts.

"Sir, please let us go. Can you give us one more year before drawing our blood?" Darren looked down

at the old fiend who had knelt in front of him.

"Drawing blood?" Darren was confused about his request.

"Aren't you here to collect your sacrifices?"

"No, I'm not," Darren said coldly as he transformed into a human once again.

"Ah, it's a human! It's a human!" Some of the fiends hid their faces while others took shelter behind the

huts. The rest stared in shock.

"Are you so afraid of humans?" Darren asked curiously, before he gave the order to kill these fiends.

"Sir, how can we be afraid? We are excited."

"Why are you so excited?" Darren wasn't expecting them to anticipate their arrival.

"The human race is our savior. You are kind, brave, strong, and powerful. Without you, we all could

have died a long time ago," the old fiend answered with a glow of hope in his eyes.

"Why? Have humans helped you before?" Darren asked.

"Yes. Lots of humans have helped us throughout our lives."

"That's impossible. You are fiends. Why would humans help you?"

When he heard this, the old fiend laughed bitterly. "We could hardly be counted as fiends. We are just

bottom feeders. Those senior fiends treat us like livestock, keep us in pens, and harvest our blood. The

only purpose we serve is to provide blood for them, nothing else."

"Then tell me, where are the human beings that have helped you?" Darren asked.

"They... I can't tell you, even though you are humans like them."

"Well, if you don't tell me, I will kill you all," Darren threatened. But deep down, he had no intention of

killing these fiends anymore.

"Now I have enough reasons not to tell you. You have proven that you are not a very kind man. You

tricked us and now you threaten us."

"Even so, your words have saved you and the villagers' lives." For a moment, Darren felt a surge of

appreciation for the low-level fiends. It seemed that they were even better than some humans.

"Okay. I'll be honest with you then. We were being chased by some fiend masters and so ran for our

lives. That's how we ended up here," Darren explained, hoping to set a feeler to reveal the fiend's true

intentions. He observed the old fiend carefully. If he detected anything wrong, he would have no choice

but to kill the old fiend.

"You're on the run? Come with me." The old fiend looked nervous as he waved them forward, but

Darren could tell that the old fiend bore them no malice.

"Ruff, you can evacuate the villagers. And take everyone to the river to drink water," the old fiend

ordered as he walked.

"Yes, leader."

"Why do the villagers go to the river for water?" Darren asked skeptically.

"Sir, you may not know, but our river water has a special effect. It can help people selectively forget

things. In order to ensure your safety, they need to forget what's happened here," the old fiend

explained.

Darren nodded and began to follow him. From what the old fiend had said, it seemed that they were

honestly grateful to human beings.

"Master, I'll go with them and find out if there is such a river," one of the other followers informed

Darren.

"Okay. Go ahead." After all, Darren could not trust these fiends blindly.

Darren and the others followed the old fiend through deep underground caves and gloomy forests with

damp, cold floors.

Six hours later, Darren and the others stepped out of a cave and into the direct sunlight. Shielding their

eyes, they were surprised to see a green grassland in front of them. It was rare for such a scene to be

found in the Primitive Wilderness.

"Where are we?" Darren asked.

"I call this place Cave Opening. You're safe to hide here. No one knows about it except me." After he

finished speaking, the old fiend turned around and was about to leave.

Whoosh!

A tall figure appeared directly in front of the old fiend, blocking his path.

The old fiend raised his head in horror and saw Carlisle's cold, murderous face looking back at him.

"Stay or die," Carlisle growled.

"What's the matter? You don't believe me?" the old fiend asked, looking at Darren and Carlisle with

begging, sad eyes.

"We can't trust anyone. Sorry," Carlisle answered for both of them.

The old fiend smiled bitterly. It was an ugly smile and at the same time, it was heartbreaking.

Then his face changed. He turned and walked past Carlisle, completely ignoring him.

Carlisle garnered his god's power and hit the fiend with the back of his palm.

"Stop!" Darren cried out, but it was too late. The powerful god's power had already shot out, enough to

crush the old fiend.

However, something unexpected happened.

By the time it had reached the old fiend, the powerful force had disappeared in the air, leaving no trace.

"What happened? How did he do it?"

"No way!"

Carlisle could only stare at his back as the old fiend got further away. The fiend seemed powerless, so

how could he dissolve his god's power?

'Was I fooled?' Carlisle couldn't help thinking. Did the old fiend took them there on purpose so he could

imprison them?

At this time, even Darren had become a little flustered. He rushed over, trying to stop the old fiend from

leaving.

However, the old fiend's figure began fading before his eyes and by the time he had reached the mouth

of the cave, he had completely disappeared.

They all looked at each other uneasily.

"I think we've been tricked, master."

"By the way, our friend hasn't come back yet!"

The person who had said to check on the river had not returned yet.

Darren frowned. If this old fiend was so powerful, then why did he still play a trick to bring them there

when he could just kill them all?