Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 1253

All of a sudden, something blocked the attacks by Shura Avery and the blood-red figure.

Gradually, a transparent pyramid-shaped object appeared, enveloped the Blood Witcher Ancestor, and shielded him from their attacks.

A loud bang reverberated, and the air rippled in all directions with such intensity that several fiend gods, who were far from the battlefield, were crushed.

Even their souls were destroyed!

"This is not good."

Despite being safe from their attacks, a sense of foreboding surged within the Blood Witcher Ancestor. The power was too strong, and he worried that it would shatter Darren's weak soul.

He continued to chant in an ancient language. Soon, a transparent mini pyramid formed around Darren's broken soul and enveloped him.

"Go!"

Realizing that their attacks had failed to injure Darren, the blood-red figure and Avery launched attacks even more furiously. Numerous blows continually rained on the transparent pyramid.

A murky sky over dark earth made it seem as though the end of the world had arrived. Several bolts of lightning descended, and space cracks spread in the void. The terrible scene quietened all the powerful creatures in the distance. So terrified were they that they fell to their knees and trembled.

"My Lord, your humble Blood Witcher prays for you to protect this weak soul. I would like to offer my humble body in exchange for his safety. Please take me as your slave..."

When the Blood Witcher Ancestor felt as though his shield would collapse under the powerful attacks, he closed his eyes and began to pray.

Scarlet runes flew into the void one after another.

Boom!

Two small bolts of crimson lightning descended from the sky's depths and struck the blood-red figure and Avery.

"Ah!"

A painful roar pierced the sky, and the two figures fell like comets.

Their bodies indented the earth, and sand and stones flew in all directions.

The Blood Witcher Ancestor's eyes suddenly flew open, and he rushed into the void with Darren's soul as fast as he could.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

A moment later, two mangled figures bolted from the ground and chased the Blood Witcher Ancestor.

However, millions of kilometers high in the sky, an endless net condensed from crimson lightning unfolded. The two figures seemed daunted by it.

They stopped a distance from it and glared at the net as though pensively. A while later, they growled and retreated.

On the other side, Darren sat up abruptly when he felt a chill course through him.

His pale face carried the fearful expression of a person who had just woken from a terrible nightmare.

"Ouch!"

Darren's mind went blank, and all his memories seemed to have disappeared.

"Are you all right?"

asked the Blood Witcher Ancestor, who sat beside. His withered face reflected deep concern.

Darren stared at him blankly as he tried to figure out where he was and who this person was. After a long while, his memory flooded into his mind.

"Sir..." Darren opened his mouth but stopped on second thought. The feeling of returning to life was both exhilarating and painful. However, he never wanted to experience it again.

Seeing that Darren was fine, the Blood Witcher Ancestor nodded his head slowly.

"I'm glad you're still alive. If your soul had died inside, the consequences would have been unimaginable," he said.

"Anyway, thank you for your help this time, sir. If there is a chance, I will definitely repay you for saving my life." As he spoke, Darren stood and bowed to the Blood Witcher Ancestor.

The Blood Witcher Ancestor shook his head and said with a faint smile, "The only repayment I need is for you to protect the human race one day. As a Defiant Master, you have to go through more hardships than anyone else. I hope you make it to the end."

Several complicated feelings surged in Darren's heart at this sentiment.

"Alas," Darren sighed. "Ever since my identity as a Defiant Master was revealed, I feel like the human race has abandoned me. I don't know what to think when I hear that the human race's future depends on a Defiant Master. This is all too contradictory."

Darren was confused now. He felt so burdened by his worries that he didn't have the strength to continue standing.

"There are too many rules in this world. Just because you are needed does not mean that everyone will tolerate your existence. The only thing that you have to remember is that the rules don't exist when your strength terrifies the chief gods."

"Uh..." Darren didn't fully understand what he meant, but he couldn't stop thinking about the part where the Blood Witcher Ancestor said that no one could restrict him when he was strong enough.

"Sir, would you please help me leave this place?"

Darren stood and walked around. At one glance, he could see that the dark space was full of chaotic aura.

"Sorry, son. I can't do that."

The Blood Witcher Ancestor shook his head, and his tone reflected the helplessness he felt.

"What do you mean?" Surprised with the reply, Darren stopped pacing and turned to face the Blood Witcher Ancestor.

"This tomb is my permanent prison. I am destined to live in this tomb forever. The moment I leave, the laws suppressing the supreme god's tomb will collapse, and the world will be engulfed by chaos. That is why I can't take you anywhere else except the tomb," he explained.

"What?!" Darren's heart sank. "So, I will never be able to leave?"

"Theoretically, yes, you understood correctly," the Blood Witcher Ancestor replied with a nod. "But, you can cultivate here. When you are stronger, you can try to break free from the weakest point of this tomb. That will be your only chance."

"That is not possible. I'm not a rule cultivator, and I exist in this tomb as a soul. My strength won't improve here, no matter how hard I work." Desperation overwhelmed Darren, and he lost all hope.