Nobilis of War

Chapter 1388 The Village

Darren and the others in his party moved closer together to avoid being separated in the dense yellow

mist.

"Rain, slow down." This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm on the way to save my mother. How could I possibly slow down? Humph!"

Rain continued bounding forward so hard that Darren and the others were almost unable to keep up

with her.

"Ah!"

A horrible shriek came from ahead, piercing into everyone's ears and hearts!

Wind could tell that it was without a doubt his sister's perpetually angry voice.

"Rain, what's wrong?"

Wind quickly flew over to find her standing dead still in front of him. She said nothing and made no

move.

"You wait here. I'll go and have a look!" Darren saw what was going on and told the rest not to move

before he flew over as well.

He then landed beside Rain and saw her staring blankly into the mist ahead. But he saw nothing in

front of them himself.

"What seems to be the matter, Rain?" asked Darren.

"There is a thing, there, a very horrible thing." Rain's voice was cold and distant, her body shuddering

as she spoke.

Darren was unable to use his god's sense there and so could not perceive anything ahead.

"Everyone, be careful. Keep your guard up. There may be Archean creatures here," announced Darren

in warning.

Wind remained silent the entire time. But then, all of a sudden, he leaped into the air and flew across at

an extreme speed. His hands then turned into a blade and sword and fierce blade and sword intents

shot out from them.

'Huh! He's copied my blade and sword intents and used his own methods to come up with his own

power!' Darren was astonished when he felt the blade and sword intents.

Not only had Wind successfully imitated them in such a short time, but he had also figured out his own

way to use them. And the power of Wind's blade and sword intents was a match for his own!

The only shortcoming it seemed to have was that Wind was unable to fuse his blade and sword intents,

as he was after all, not a real human.

Boom!

An intensely powerful fighting spirit burst out of the dim yellow mist and the god's power exploded.

"We need to help my brother!" Rain squealed.

Darren and Rain then rushed over together.

Swoosh! Swoosh!

They arrived at Wind's side and found a black figure flashing in the mist. It was impossible to capture it

without using god's sense.

Whoosh!

Darren closed his eyes and focused his mind to attack with sword intent using instinct alone.

"Swordsmanship from the heart..." he murmured to himself.

He had mastered this method of control using his mind when he had comprehended the third move of

the supreme sword skill. He activated the sword intent using the same method now.

The first few shots missed the target.

It was of little consequence though, as thanks to Wind's and Rain's resistance, the black shadow was

being pushed back, retreating while still fighting. Darren was left untouched.

After a few more times of employing this method, Darren suddenly found that the sword intent

controlled by his mind seemed to be getting more powerful and accurate than when he used his

spiritual sense. He continued on like this as he felt that he was getting very skilled with this method.

"If I can perfect this method to control the sword intent, my sword intent probably will be able to

improve by another level!"

This realization overjoyed Darren.

He focused his mind and put his whole heart into controlling the sword intent. He was giving it all he

had, surely nothing could stop him now.

One strike, two strikes... The more he shot out of the sword intent, the more proficient he was

becoming.

"Eh? How dare you launch a sneak attack on me?"

Darren sensed the danger coming at him clear as day even without using his god's sense.

Whoosh!

A majestic sword intent shot down underneath him. He would not be taken by surprise.

"Garrrrr!"

The black shadow let out a roar of anguish as it took the hit. Darren had struck the creature down and

injured it.

Wind and Rain quickly flew down, releasing a continuous barrage of attacks, one after the other.

"Woo..."

A cry of pain could be heard from within the shroud of the mist.

Wind and Rain soon emerged with a black creature in their arms.

"So it turned out to be a dog?" Darren asked in surprise.

"What is dog?" Rain asked in confusion. She did not understand.

"It's a creature that humans raise," Darren explained. He then realized that something was not quite

right with this. How could there be a dog here?

Generally speaking, only people in the ordinary land would keep dogs. He had never seen any master

raise a dog, even in the mortal world, let alone in the Archean relic.

Stranger still was that it wore a leather belt around its neck. This had Darren very sure that this dog

was owned by someone here.

"I don't care what it is. I'm going to kill it," Rain said viciously. She was about to smash it to nothingness

when Darren stopped her.

"Wait a minute!" Darren intervened. "Let's keep it for the time being. It may prove to be of use

someday."

"What use could this thing possibly have? It's dark and its barks are unpleasant to the ears." Rain

clearly had no liking for this dog.

"Darren is right. We'll keep it for the time being," said Wind.

"Okay, let's go."

Darren and the others continued pressing onward after this small incident had been put behind them.

In the blink of an eye, a month had passed.

Darren and the others were still stuck in the yellow mist; it seemed to have no end and the previous

path they had taken had disappeared.

"Oh my God! We're lost!"

Someone could take it no more and finally said what they were all thinking.

Everyone stopped and looked around in confusion.

"Wind! Do you know the way or not?" Rain growled angrily.

"I... I seem to have forgotten it," Wind said scratching his head.

"Damn it! Why didn't you tell us earlier?" Weber jumped out and said, his words riddled with frustration.

Wind simply shrugged his shoulders, admitting his helplessness.

"What should we do now? We can't stay trapped in here forever. My master and the others are still in

danger." Another in the travelling party was beginning to get anxious. Perhaps they all were but would

not voice it.

"Agreed. We have to find a solution to this."

After a moment of consideration, Darren walked up to Rain and looked at the black dog with its head

drooped. "Little dog, you must know the way to the village. Can you take us there?"

The black dog rolled its eyes at Darren and turned away from him.

Darren was unimpressed by this attitude. He knew that the dog probably understood humans' feelings.

There was still hope for them after all!

"Is it pain or death you're afraid of?"

This caused the black dog's ears to prick up as it looked at Darren vigilantly.

"I guess that means you are indeed afraid of something." Darren smiled and released a tiny wisp of

sword intent containing itchy toxin, cutting into the dog's paws.

"Woo..."

The dog was perplexed. 'Why are my paws so itchy? Is there a huge flea biting me?' thought the dog.

It scratched vigorously and uncontrollably until it finally broke its claws.

"If you do not show me the way, I will use itchy toxin on your sensitive parts..."

Only then did the black dog realize that this was the one who had caused the insatiable itch.

"Still do not want to agree?"

Darren released another wisp of sword intent and made it hover menacingly beside the dog's testicles.

"Aww, aww, aww!"

The black dog shivered with fear and nodded repeatedly, agreeing to do as was asked of it.

"That's it. Lead the way now!" Darren ordered the dog.

The black dog immediately darted off. Rain had tied a withered vine to its collar. If not for this, the dog

probably would have run off without them.

It was only an hour later and already the yellow mist began thinning and the scenery in the distance

was now faintly visible.

"We're already out?"

Now everyone was grateful that they had kept the dog. If not for that, they would still have been

trapped.

In fact, Darren had chosen to keep the dog because he had a sneaky suspicion that it had most likely

been raised by the people in this village.

They flew a while more and soon many old thatched huts and collapsed stone houses appeared in

front of them.

"Here it is."

Wind's heart skipped a beat when he saw what was in front of him.

He recalled how desperate he had been when his mother was taken away from here, way back what

seemed like a lifetime ago.

His mother had told him not to look for her, or they would never see her again. This was why he had

hidden the truth from Rain, the truth that their mother had been kidnapped from this very place.

"Mother, where are you?" Wind asked aloud, choking through sobs.

"Woof! Woof!"

The black dog suddenly broke free of the withered vine and sprinted forward rapidly.

"You're dead meat; a group of idiots!"