Nobilis of War

Chapter 1369 The Turtle's Skills

"What?"

Everyone's eyes flew open with astonishment. Something was wrong! How could the head of the black

cavalrymen have such strong aura?

Could their old turtle defend against the lead black cavalryman? Was Sally's comprehension of the

rebound skill sufficient? Could they resist such a powerful opponent?

"Turtle, I'm a little scared." Sally murmured to the old turtle to ease her nervousness.

The old turtle stretched out his head and glanced at the black cavalryman before turning toward Sally.

His three legs paddled and scratched in the air a few times, and then he turned and hurried in the

opposite direction.

"Is he fleeing?"

"Don't do that to us!"

Everyone exclaimed as anxiety surged within them. The turtle had been their only source of hope, but

he had deserted them. If the old turtle was unwilling to help them, what chance did they have?

Meanwhile, the black cavalryman waved his long spear in front of him. A split second later, wave after

wave of the black flames swept forward.

Facing this barrage of flames, the young talents felt it was pointless to try and escape. After all, the

aura was too strong, and the speed was incredibly fast! Where would they go?

However, just as the flames were about to reach them, a shadow of a huge turtle head suddenly

appeared.

It opened its massive mouth and sucked all the flames as if it were drinking water.

After the massive head finished consuming the flames, the old turtle let out a loud burp. A cloud of

black smoke escaped his dry, scaly lips. He smacked his lips, and eagerness glimmered in his eyes, as

though he wanted more.

"Ha-ha, I've comprehended the skill. This guy is immune to fire..." Finley laughed. What he mastered

was the old turtle's fire-resisting skill.

The leader of the black cavalrymen stopped.

He had never seen such an opponent.

The turtle was no larger than a flea to him, but he could swallow the god's power of his flames. How

could it be? What else could that thing do?

However, the black cavalryman was not afraid. Since he could not attack with his god's power, he

decided to use his physical strength. He kicked his Archean flaming horse into a frenzy and charged

forward with his long spear.

The black cavalryman had barely crossed half the distance when a colossal foot descended from the

sky.

The collision's impact threw the black cavalryman from his horse and crushed him into the ground.

Everyone watched with their mouths agape. When they glanced at the foot, they realized that a new leg

had grown in place of the broken one. What was more, it stretched for several kilometers and grew

bigger and bigger. The huge foot was actually the turtle's!

"Humph, the skill, Disabled Turtle Foot, is really powerful," Beatty snorted. Although this skill was a little

ugly and she could hardly bear to look at it, it was practical and mighty.

Moments later, the black cavalryman shot out from the ground. His body was broken, and black smoke

gushed from all his wounds. Embarrassment was evident in his expression.

Everyone was stunned at the old turtle's strength, despite his lame leg.

With only one move, he had beaten the black cavalryman.

More cautious now, the black cavalryman didn't dare to charge at them anymore. Instead, he returned

to his camp and commanded his troops in his unique language. The young talents were aghast to see

the black cavalry scatter and surround the battle beasts from all directions.

Swoosh!

Then they attacked the humans from every corner. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

"Oh, my God! What should I do?" Sally panicked. She was adept at resisting an enemy's head-on

attack, but she knew little about confronting an enemy's attack from all directions!

Anxious, she tried several things, but to no avail. Desperation coursed through her and she covered

her eyes with her hands, and shouted in her heart, 'I won't look. I won't look...'

"Disabled Turtle Foot!" On the contrary, Beatty was much calmer. At least, she didn't cover her eyes.

The huge turtle foot shadow descended again, but to her astonishment, it shattered half-way to its

target.

"Lack of god's power? Are you kidding me?" It was not until then that Beatty realized that the Disabled

Turtle Foot skill could only be used once.

Wide-eyed, she glanced up. Dust and smoke billowed around the battle beast camp as the cavalrymen

charged forward. Like Sally, she too lost hope and covered her eyes.

Finley was helpless, as he could only control the fire-resisting skill.

"Darren, help!" he shouted.

At this moment, Darren and Lindsay were still in the process of comprehending. Since he didn't want to

endanger Lindsay, he put the task of saving everyone on Darren.

Everyone turned to look at Darren.

The old turtle's skills were impressive, and everyone except Darren and Lindsay had comprehended

some talent from the old turtle. As Darren had spent so much time on his comprehension, they believed

that the skill he mastered must be more powerful than his companions'.

Whoosh!

Darren's long, black hair fluttered as a gust of wind suddenly swept over. Then, he opened his eyes.

"Ah, Darren is awake!"

"Great! Darren, help us!"

Relief coursed through everyone as they now had hope that Darren would save them.

Darren's face remained expressionless as he triggered the skill he had comprehended at once.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In an instant, the old turtle's body began to split. One, two... In the blink of an eye, there were so many

turtles that they overshadowed everything else in the world.

"Spit!"

"Spit!"

"What? Are they spitting?"

Were the turtles generated from the old one spitting at the black cavalrymen in unison? The young

talents' eyes were as wide as saucers. They had never seen such an absurd occurrence. Shocked,

they wondered if this was some kind of awesome skill.

"Eh?" A frown appeared on Darren's face, and he racked his brain for an explanation. After all, he had

comprehended an attacking skill with primitive energy. But now, it made the turtles spit.

The black cavalrymen were no less astounded. Unable to figure out what was happening, they halted

their approach and cautiously stared at the turtles.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

What happened next embarrassed Darren even further. The old turtles turned, their buttocks facing

their targets, and began to fart!

This time, these hundreds of black cavalrymen stepped back in unison! What kind of attack was this?

"Infinite Defense Skill!" Darren roared, unable to accept that his comprehension had led to such

insanity. Had this not been a life or death situation for everyone, he might have seen the humor in it.

"Fuck!" Darren was utterly dumbfounded when the old turtles began to dance. Some even jumped out

of their shells.

Finley and the others, who stood beside Darren, watched with their mouths agape.

They wondered whether the old turtle was out of his mind. The urge to smack the stupidity out of the

old turtle tingled every cell in Darren's body.

"Defy The Heavens!" Darren roared. Inwardly, he swore that this would be the last time that he used

any skill. If he failed again, he would die with the old turtle!

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

The army of old turtles jumped up and pointed at the black cavalrymen with their claws. Their mouths

opened and closed as they emitted strange sounds.

Darren finally understood. The old turtles were shouting curses! A skill with an impressive name like

"Defy The Heavens" made the turtles curse their opponents? He couldn't believe it. One skill after

another failed to meet Darren's expectations.

How could it be? He was so humiliated that he wished the earth would open and swallow him whole!

"Wait! Why aren't the black cavalrymen moving? Are they out of their minds?" Sally asked as she

peeked through her fingers.

"They're smoking!"

Everyone glanced at the black cavalrymen, many of who were emitting pungent smoke as they had

begun to decay.

Crack! Crack! Crack

The old turtles' shells flew toward the group of young talents and formed a massive turtle shell shield

around them.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

All of a sudden, the black cavalrymen roared. With spears held high, they charged with their flaming

horses. However, this time, their targets were not the humans or their beasts. They were attacking

each other!

What was happening?

Everyone was stunned again. The black cavalrymen were killing each other!

Darren appeared pensive as he recalled the skills he had comprehended.

"Saliva is extremely corrosive! The falling shells can form a defense! Their farts can paralyze the black

cavalrymen temporarily. But what are the curses for? Did the curses cause the black cavalrymen to

hallucinate? Could that explain why they began to attack each other?"

Darren turned to face the old turtle.

"Your skills are too obscene, but they work!" Finally, the urge to slap the old turtle to death subsided. At

this point, Darren even found it in his heart to grin. The absurdity of the skills was just too much for him

to resist.

Only then did the old turtle cast a contemptuous glance at Darren. It was almost as if he were mocking

Darren for underestimating him.

In less than an hour, the black cavalrymen were destroyed, except for their leader.

Hatred gleamed in his eyes as he glared at Darren, who sat astride the old turtle. Suddenly, he raised

his head and roared, and the huge stone gate in the valley began to collapse.