Nobilis of War

Chapter 1406 Waiting For The Troops

Upon recovering, Darren immediately stood up and walked towards Finley.

"You did a good job this time. You didn't hold back," he said, smiling. He patted Finley on the shoulder.

The other man couldn't help but puff out his chest a bit, preening under the praise. "You were

awesome, too. You deserve a bit of the credit."

"Damn! So he's bragging now, isn't he? I think you deserve to be beaten up."

Darren and Weber immediately rushed towards Finley and began hitting him.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I surrender," Finley pleaded. He held his arms over his head to protect himself from

each blow.

"Humph! Stop!" Lindsay pulled Weber and Darren away from the poor man.

"You're lucky that this woman pities you. I'll spare you this time," Weber said. He felt quite satisfied after

beating Finley up. It was nice not to be bullied this time.

Lindsay grimaced at Finley's swollen face. "You're ugly. I don't want you anymore," she said.

"Aw, come on, Lindsay. Don't do this to me. I finally proved my use. Why couldn't I be proud about it for

once? Why do you guys have to bully me like this?" The crowd burst into laughter at his whines.

"Fine. We'll stop for now," Darren conceded. Then he sighed, "Remember how we used to do this to

the Water Kylin? I wonder how he is now."

Finley's heart sank upon hearing Darren's words. He could recall clearly how the Water Kylin used to

act cool and tough; he and Darren would always beat him up for it. Years had already passed since

they last saw him. Just thinking about the old days made the two men feel sad.

"Finley, are you the controller now?"

someone suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

It snapped the two out of their own musings, reminding them that there were more important things to

think about. They needed to think of a way to save those powerful warriors from danger.

"Sort of. I'm the sole controller left since I inherited half of the force of control. However, my ability is

limited," Finley replied.

"Then, are you confident that you can deal with the Evil Deity now?" Darren asked.

Finley shook his head. "That guy is too powerful. I guess only masters like Lord Starry Sword can deal

with him. I can't at the moment."

His answer disappointed Darren.

This time, he was careless. Finley could have dealt with the Evil Deity if only he was able to completely

control the relic. But since he only had half of the control, it wasn't enough to defeat the Evil Deity.

"By the way, where are Lord Starry Sword and the others? Can you sense them?"

"Yes, I can sense them but only vaguely. They are trapped somewhere in time and space that has a

turbulent flow."

Finley then activated the force of control. He could sense tens of powerful auras trapped somewhere in

time and space turbulent flow. There was no doubt it was those masters.

"We have to hurry and save them. The Evil Deity can only be defeated when we free them," Darren

said.

While the Evil Deity was a creature from the Archean Age, he was only a remnant soul. No matter how

strong he was, he was weaker than Lord Starry Sword.

Those powerful warriors wouldn't have trouble killing the Evil Deity as long as they were out of danger.

"We can't, Darren. With my ability, I can only prevent them from being dragged to somewhere else.

However, it will take longer for us to rescue them," Finley said.

"What should we do then? If we go out now, the Evil Deity will definitely kill us."

"That's right. Can't you think of another way, Finley?"

Despair and hopelessness slowly dawned on everyone else. Their current situation frustrated them

greatly.

So many warriors had already died. The others couldn't bear the thought of all those sacrifices going to

waste.

"Finley, just think of another way." Lindsay grasped Finley's hand and squeezed it lightly.

"Don't worry. There might be another way." Finley's spiritual sense surged to cover the whole relic.

Upon doing so, he suddenly found an alternative solution.

"What is it?" Darren asked.

"Darren, have you already forgotten Akbar?" Finley smiled.

"That's right!"

It finally dawned on Darren that Akbar and some other Superior God Realm warriors didn't fall into the

time and space turbulent flow. The Archean Demonic Ape had merely stopped them.

With Finley's current ability, he could save Akbar and the others.

And with their help, they would have better chances of defeating the Evil Deity.

"The six trapped Superior God Realm warriors aren't to be trifled with. I'll release the five-clawed

golden dragon and gather a large army for you. We'll do our best to defeat the Evil Deity," Finley

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As the controller, he could easily mobilize the remaining creatures in the relic.

He could put all the battle beasts, including the Archean Demonic Ape, under Darren's command.

With their mighty troops, they were sure to defeat the Evil Deity.

"Don't discredit yourself, Finley. With your help, I'm sure we'll be even more confident," Lindsay said.

"I'll stay here and try my best to save the other powerful warriors. The Evil Deity would definitely come

for me if I ever go out there with you. And once I'm killed, you guys would be doomed. This is why I

think it's best if I don't show up," Finley explained.

"That makes sense. Very well then. I'll do it. Just bring the reinforcements here.

But first, you better make sure that they will follow my orders," Darren said.

"Don't worry, Darren. I'm the controller now. Or have you forgotten how you dealt with me back when

you were the controller of the Ancient Void Battlefield?" Finley brought up their past encounter.

"You're right. I feel relieved now." A smile tugged at the corners of Darren's lips as he remembered

those days.

"That's great! Now we all know how awesome Finley is!"

"Thank you, Finley."

The crowd cheered.

Finley then activated the force of control, sending Darren and the others back to the hall.

"Darren! You genius! You've finally become the controller!"

Upon seeing Darren, the dragon ancestor flew over to him and patted him on the shoulder. A wide

smile graced his face.

The minute the shackles on the five-clawed golden dragon were finally gone, he knew that someone

had finally become the controller.

"It's not me. It's Finley," Darren said.

"What? That brat?" The news had stunned the dragon ancestor.

"Don't be too surprised about it. That guy has the same appearance as Lord Feng. It could only mean

that he has some powerful background as well," the golden dragon said as soon as he transformed into

a figure of a well-built man.

"Indeed, he is Lord Feng's avatar," Darren nodded.

"No wonder. Well, it doesn't matter who he is. As long as he's the controller now, everything will be

fine." The dragon ancestor nodded his head sagely.

"Let's go save my master's wife now, Darren!" Now that he was free once more, the golden dragon

could feel the hatred burning brightly inside his heart.

"There's no rush, sir. With our strength alone, we can't defeat the Evil Deity," Darren persuaded.

"How can I not be anxious? We still have to fight him regardless of the outcome!"

Then, from out of nowhere, a fist flew towards his face.

The dragon ancestor had hit him! "You've been living for so long, and yet you're still this stupid. Are you

that obsessed with death?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle." The golden dragon ducked his head down like a scolded child.

"Don't worry, sir. Your master's wife is also my family, so I'll definitely do everything I can to save her.

Please calm down. We just have to wait for Finley's troops for now," Darren said comfortingly.

Upon hearing this, the golden dragon's eyes lit up as if he finally understood something.

"Well, turtle, thanks to you, we are still alive. You deserve some credit, so thank you."

"Thank you, turtle."

"Thank you, sir."

Darren then bowed down to the turtle, while the others followed suit.