Nobilis of War

Chapter 1384 Their Mother

The battle was over!

Darren was overwhelmed by the sea of blood. He was surely going to die.

Sewell, on the other hand, only suffered from injured arms. Other than that, he was unharmed.

As long as he had ample time to heal his wounds, he would be fine.

Suddenly, Sewell felt a bit of remorse. He had wanted Darren to suffer, but he did not count on Darren

getting so strong. His plan of torturing Darren could no longer happen as he needed to kill him as soon

as possible to spare his own life.

He did not want Darren to die this way. He needed to be able to vent his anger.

The blood sea finally hit the ground, gradually dissipating.

The lush, green grass was tinged red with blood. The space was in shambles.

"Forget it. He is just a loser. There is no need for me to feel depressed because of him!"

Sewell planned to cut off his shoulders to prevent the toxins from spreading throughout his body. Once

he healed his arms, he would kill everyone left.

"You want to leave this way?"

Suddenly, a cold voice rose up from below.

"What?"

Sewell's heart skipped a beat.

He looked toward the direction of the voice, only to find that Darren was standing tall. He was

unharmed and uninjured, and his hair was flying in the wind.

What was going on? Darren was still alive!

Sewell was astonished. In spite of being attacked with his most powerful skill, Darren didn't die! How

was it possible?

Sewell was dazed. He saw a straw man and a straw girl flying behind Darren. They were hand in hand,

and they plopped down beside Darren.

'It's because of them!'

Sewell thought. These straw creatures had saved Darren.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, Darren flew over and landed right in front of him.

"Ha! You think you've escaped death? Think again, brat!"

Sewell was able to figure out how Darren got out alive. He wasn't going to let that happen again.

Since he had obtained the colorful flag and was able to expel the creatures in the Archean relic, the

straw creatures would not be able to help Darren a second time.

"Really? Tell me, Sewell, do you feel itchy?" Darren sneered.

"What?"

Sewell's face turned deathly pale. The toxin had infected his blood and had enveloped the bones

around his shoulders.

"Ouch!"

He suddenly began to tremble.

Originally, he had planned to cut off his shoulders and quickly heal his wounds to stop the toxins from

spreading. However, Darren distracted him.

He hadn't expected that Darren would be saved.

Now, he could not use his arms. It would take him a long time to heal them, and the toxin was

spreading throughout his body. How could he fight with Darren?

"The colorful flag! Can this colorful flag suppress the itchy toxin?"

Hurriedly, Sewell whipped out the colorful flag. He had no choice but to put his faith in the flag.

He forced himself to sober up so that he could use the flag.

Sewell activated his spiritual sense and cloaked himself with the colorful flag.

Darren moved.

He knew that Sewell's colorful flag had extraordinary power. What if it healed him completely? How

could Darren give him that chance?

Darren brandished his blade and sword and thrust them toward Sewell with all his might.

Sewell kept dodging Darren's attacks. His legs swept across the air, creating blood waves to resist

Darren.

"Ha! I made it!"

Sewell suddenly burst into laughter. The flag's mysterious power drove away all the painful itching.

"No! Ugh! It hurts!"

Suddenly, Sewell's smile disappeared and his face contorted into pain.

"What's going on? My colorful flag..." Sewell shouted, his voice full of panic.

The itching disappeared for a few seconds, but it came back with a vengeance. A sharp, searing pain

also enveloped his entire body, threatening to tear his soul apart.

Sizzle...

Black smoke rose from his broken shoulders, and the wounds on his shoulders began excreting thick,

black pus.

"Those who do evil will die! You will never succeed!"

Without any hesitation, Darren activated the third move of the supreme sword skill. He also released

three newly condensed Spiritual Flying Swords.

The Spiritual Flying Swords hung menacingly in the air, poised to pierce Sewell's most vital parts.

Sewell struggled desperately. His legs swept around, creating endless blood waves in the air. However,

he was blinded by the pain and could not target Darren. All his attacks failed.

Swoosh!

Sewell's body was cut apart by the sword intent. His head, heart, and elixir field were all pierced by the

Spiritual Flying Swords.

"No..." he murmured softly.

During his last moments, he blamed himself. He blamed himself for provoking Darren in the first place,

for refusing to lend his elixirs to Darren to save his friends, and for deliberately framing Darren back

then.

If none of these had happened, he would have been able to successfully obtain the inheritance and

have a bright future.

However, there were no "ifs" in this world. He slowly closed his eyes.

His regret came too late. He was already dying.

Sewell's body crashed down from the sky.

The real winner of the battle hung suspended in the air. He looked down at Sewell's broken body.

Darren could not help but let out a small sigh. He recalled being so weak when he first entered the

Primitive Wilderness. But in just a few decades, he already possessed the ability to compete with a

martial artist at the middle-level of the Celestial God Realm.

Of course, he also knew that in terms of real strength, he was still inferior to a martial artist at the

middle-level of the Celestial God Realm. He had to thank the straw man and the little straw girl for

saving him. Otherwise, it would have been Sewell standing over him, and he would be dead.

He was the only one among the young warriors in the world who, at the top level of the Star God

Realm, had the strength close to the middle-level of the Celestial God Realm.

Darren understood that his strength was still not enough to show hope to the senior leaders of the

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This was only a small step toward becoming a powerful warrior.

"Thank you, you two."

Darren cupped his hands and bowed to the straw man and the straw girl who had helped him.

"You're welcome. Since you helped me, it was only fitting I help you in return,"

said the straw man who had mimicked Darren before.

Darren was confused. "I don't know how I helped you."

"It was you who helped my elder brother. If he didn't imitate your ability, he wouldn't have been able to

defeat me. He was able to expel the remaining evil spiritual sense from my body."

This time, it was the straw girl who spoke.

It turned out that the straw man and the straw girl were brother and sister. Darren was surprised.

"Oh, I see. If you don't mind me asking, how are you alive? And how could you speak the language of

we human beings?" Darren asked, confused.

Darren was surprised at how they could speak and interact like human beings.

"Our mother taught us how to," the straw girl replied curtly.

"Mother? Is your mother a human being?" Darren was even more confused.

"Yes, my sister and I were made by our mother. She was lonely, so she breathed life into us and taught

us how to speak," the straw man said.

Darren was dumbstruck.

He wondered who they were talking about. How did she have the ability to create life?

Moreover, she could speak the language of the human race in the Primitive Wilderness. It was obvious

that the woman who made the straw persons couldn't be an Archean human. She must come from a

later generation.

"May I know where your mother is? Can you introduce me to her? I want to pay her a visit," said

Darren.

"Don't be silly. We can't find our mother ourselves. How can we take you to see her? Brother, I

remember you saying you knew where Mother was a long time ago!" the straw girl snorted.

The straw man didn't say anything. He turned his head away from Darren and his sister.