Nobilis of War novel Chapter 1142

The Lothlann Continent finally regained its peace.

"Congratulations, Darren! You have successfully protected the Lothlann Continent from annihilation. I am giving you three days to settle your remaining affairs. Afterwards, you will be drawn to the Primitive Wilderness as mandated by the law. Understood?" A deep and rich voice came from the golden crack in the void.

"Yes." Darren gave a nod.

A beam of golden light descended from the sky, and carried the heads of the Shura and the first fiend ancestor.

Then, another ray of golden light flashed down on the immortal.

"What?" Darren's face changed slightly. He immediately flew over and landed in front of the immortal.

"This is my wife. She is not a destroyer," Darren said to the void.

"With her current cultivation base, she is not allowed to stay in the mortal world. You don't need to defend her." The voice was cold and full of arrogance.

"No, you can't take her away. She'll be coming with me in three days," Darren asserted.

The person in the golden crack was silent for a moment.

"Well, considering you have protected the continent, I will grant your request and let her stay in this world. Don't bring your ill temper to the Primitive Wilderness, otherwise you won't last a day." With that, the cold voice dissipated, and the golden crack in the void also disappeared.

After all of them had dispersed, a heavy rainstorm fell on the Lothlann Continent, and washed away the darkness and bloodiness.

At that time, the creatures on the continent cheered and praised the gods in the void.

Using his spiritual sense, Darren summoned some senior holy warriors who survived the great battle on the Lothlann Continent. Immediately, they flew over and half knelt in front of Darren.

"Bury the casualties and make every effort to repair the damaged areas."

Although the whole continent wasn't destroyed, at least hundreds of millions of creatures had died in the battle and many areas were severely ravaged.

"Yes, sir!" the senior holy warriors responded in chorus.

"Elsa, please look after Hailey," Darren told the "immortal" in a low voice.

"All right." Elsa didn't hold any grudge against Hailey, so when she saw that Hailey was injured, she also felt sorry for her.

Darren, on the other hand, flew down to find Barnes, the Water Kylin, Finley, and the others.

All of them were unconscious, so Darren brought them to the Ancient Void Battlefield. He would help them heal their wounds during his free time.

"Scott, are you okay?"

Darren flew to Scott who sat cross-legged in the void. Although Scott was not knocked down in the last fight, he was still badly hurt.

"I'm okay, but my dragon soul is damaged. I need to cultivate for hundreds of years for it to fully recover."

"That's good." Darren nodded his head and said, "Why don't you go to the Ancient Void Battlefield? I will meet you after I finish dealing with some important matters."

"Okay." Scott nodded his head in approval and Darren took him to the Ancient Void Battlefield together with the mad old man who was sleeping.

In the void, Darren and the Rule Soul Avatar were left alone.

"Thank you." The Rule Soul Avatar came to Darren and expressed his gratitude, which surprised Darren a little.

"What for?"

"You didn't fuse with me."

Darren smiled. He didn't think it was a big deal.

"I gave you my word, right? Of course I have no intentions to break my promise. What's your plan now?" Darren asked.

The Rule Soul Avatar stood silently for a moment. Then, he looked at the void with his silvery eyes and said, "I will head to the Primitive Wilderness."

Technically speaking, the Rule Soul Avatar was an incomplete soul. Even if he had reached the God Realm, he still could stay in the Lothlann Continent.

However, the Rule Soul Avatar had always been determined to achieve the highest level of rule cultivation. One could say that it was his nature, so he couldn't just remain in the continent.

"All right then. We can have each other's back when we go to the Primitive Wilderness." Darren paused for a while and continued, "By the way, can you help me find out where my black god's power originated?"

He then released a small jet of black god's power.

"I hate you. When we kiss, and you know..." Elsa lowered her head as she murmured her answer.

"Oh... Like this?" Darren suddenly grabbed Elsa's waist and laid her down.

"No! Don't do that..." Elsa hurriedly leaned against Darren and said with a giggle. "This is not my body. How dare you!"

Darren held Elsa's snow-white hand, gazed at her, and said, "The physical body doesn't matter. As long as it's your soul, you will always be you."

"Well, that makes sense."

"Ouch! What are you doing? Hey, what are you doing?"

A moment later, the other soul in the immortal's body also felt the most indescribable bliss in the world.

After a day, Darren and Elsa returned to the ground and entered the Sacred Palace.

"Elsa, we haven't seen your father for a long time. We must pay him a visit before we leave," Darren said.

"Yeah, you're right. You don't have a conscience. Why don't you visit my father often? Humph!" Elsa pouted.

"How can you say that? I've been on the edge of life and death myself. I would visit him if I weren't busy saving the world."

"Fine. I believe in your excuses. Humph."

Then, Darren and Elsa flew together to the ordinary land.

It was a familiar environment, especially to Elsa.

The Delsa Pavilion was filled with peach blossoms. A middle-aged man was pruning branches carefully.

"Father!"

The middle-aged man was startled when he saw two figures suddenly appear from afar.

"Elsa, Darren..." He couldn't help but cry tears of joy.