Nobilis of War

Chapter 1289 Turn The Guards Into Believers (Part One)

Darren and Murphy bided their time patiently while lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to

enter the castle.

"See those two guards over there? They are cultivators at the top level of the Star God Realm. We

won't be able to get past them so easily," Darren said as he assessed the situation in his head.

"Yeah, I know. We can't confront them on our own." Murphy shook his head, disregarding the thought,

and added, "There are many Defense Arrays scattered across the castle. Once we use our god's

power, we will risk giving away our location."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" There was no way they could get inside with the guards constantly

on the lookout.

"Wait. I'll use my physical strength to get rid of them," Murphy whispered. As long as they resorted to

any other method other than their god's power, the Defense Arrays wouldn't be able to pick up on their

presence. Even so, approaching the guards stealthily wasn't a walk in the park.

"I suppose it's worth a try. Hold on. How about we capture these two guards instead and force them to

become my believers? That way, we can manipulate them into following our orders. What do you

think?" Darren spoke, coming up with another strategy.

"That sounds even better! I totally forgot that you're a Defiant Master. Let's go with that then."

After going over their plan, they decided to remain hidden until they found the perfect opportunity to

strike.

The next day, their wait ended, and the perfect chance to engage presented itself. They found the

guards indulging themselves with a feast they prepared with some beast meat along with wine to keep

their throats from going dry. Preoccupied with filling their stomachs, they finally let down their guards.

Not wanting to let this opportunity go to waste, Murphy rushed over in their direction to sneak up on

them while they were still engrossed.

Before the guards could have a moment to react, he grabbed them by the throats and choked them just

enough to suppress their ability to scream and alert the others. With the two men at the mercy of

Murphy's chokehold, he dragged them all the way back till they were out of sight.

When Darren saw Murphy swoop the men up alone, he rushed over to his side and aided him with the

capture, until they were a fair distance away from the castle.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't suppress my strength, and now one of them is dead," Murphy whispered

apologetically.

"No, it's fine. One is more than enough," Darren reassured Murphy and then turned to face the guard.

"You have two choices. Either swear on your life to serve and believe in the Conflicting Chief God. Or

else, prepare yourself to reunite with your companion in the underworld."

Still traumatized by the sudden capture, the guard failed to muster up the courage to respond to

Darren's call.

"What are you waiting for? Answer him!" Murphy cut the silence short with his curt tone.

"Y-yes! Yes, I swear!" Not wanting to bear the brunt of their growing impatience, the guard activated his

soul power. But, it was not to dedicate himself to following Darren. It was so he could send a message

back to the castle, alerting them of the infiltration.

"Humph!" Catching on to the guard's intentions, Murphy struck the guard on his back, carving a bloody ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

hole into his skin. Overwhelmed with pain ringing through his body, the guard was forcefully interrupted

before he could do anything.

"You must hate your life, right? You sneaky bastard, Go to hell!" Murphy raised his hand, readying

himself to slap the guard to his death.

"Wait, Master Murphy. Leave this one to me!"

Darren stopped Murphy short, interrupting his course of action. Walking up to the guard, Darren put on

his most intimidating face while he drew out his sword. In an attempt to force the guard into

submission, Darren swiped at the guard's chest, leaving a shallow wound with blood circling around his

body.

"Go ahead! I'm not afraid of dying!" Of course, the guard refused to budge. He was a daredevil, who

had gone through intensive training that prepared him for such an event, where he could embrace

death if need be.

"You want us to end your suffering, don't you? Don't get ahead of yourself. It won't be that easy."

Darren toyed with the guard as he smirked mischievously.

Soon after, the guard started behaving awkwardly. He felt a strange feeling take over him as he felt an

itching sensation in his chest.

Unable to withstand it, he kept on scratching himself frantically to make the feeling go away, but to no

avail. His intense scratching tore at his skin and flesh, but he didn't seem to care.

"Shit! Master Murphy, lock him up. Don't let him move!"

Snapping out of his confusion, Murphy quickly sealed the guard to prevent him from dying from his self-

caused injuries.

Frustrated from the guard's resistance, Darren inflicted additional wounds on his body as a form of

punishment.

Stricken with pain and exhaustion, the guard collapsed on the ground, motionlessly. The guard's

suffering refused to meet an end. His face lay severely mutilated beyond recognition.

"How are you enjoying our hospitality? Still want to resist?"

Darren kept slashing at the guard's body as though he were his toy. He made a point to avoid cutting at

his vital signs to keep him alive.

Unable to endure the torture, the guard knelt on the ground to gesture his surrender and smacked his

head before Darren's feet.

"Master Murphy, undo the seal."

At Darren's words, Murphy removed the seal to allow the guard to talk.

"Sir, I swear, I swear! Just stop this, release me of this agony, please!"

The guard writhed before them, screaming and crying to be let go. The itching sensation left on his

body was far more excruciating than the training he had received.

"What are you waiting for? Swear!"

"I, Abbot, hereby swear that I will believe in and serve the Conflicting Chief God with all my life..."