CHAPTER 1183 THE PRINCE WAS COMING

"What do you mean?" Darren asked, frowning.

However, the cold voice didn't explain any more. Darren felt the list and aura of the materials transfer

into his mind and then he watched as the voice vanished into nothing.

Before he could so much as gasp, the scene in front of him had changed dramatically. He was

teleported to a black land.

On top of the black land, a thin fog danced. Darren peeled his eyes but he could only see a dozen feet

ahead of him. He couldn't spread his god's sense at all.

"Twelve kinds of divine iron, seven kinds of fusion crystals, and three kinds of weak water." These were

the materials Darren needed to find.

It was a short list, but Darren had no idea how to find them in the vast land.

Walking on the black land, Darren felt extremely desolate. All around him, the air was mingled with

extremely malicious aura and killing aura.

"Where the hell am I?" Darren muttered.

After walking for a long time and seeing nothing, Darren stumbled upon a group of graves in all sizes.

'Is this an ancient graveyard?'

Passing through the graves, Darren found piles of bones and broken weapons on the ground.

'This sword is so weird!' Darren paused to examine a dark red, broken sword on the ground.

Immediately, he felt a murderous intent rush into his mind.

Out of curiosity, Darren bent down to pick up the sword.

As soon as he touched the broken sword, a large shock blasted through him and he shot upright.

A bolt of dark red lightning had pierced through his heart.

"Argh!" Darren cast aside the broken sword and backed away with his heart hammering against his rib

cage.

'This sword has killing intent that is like lightning! I can't touch it!'

After that, Darren flew just above the ground because he didn't want to accidentally touch anything on

the ground. The further he flew, the more bones and broken weapons he saw.

'I get it now. The materials I need must be among these broken weapons.

But what kind of people are qualified to use the level-nine weapons?'

Darren gritted his teeth slightly. Even if he could find the broken level-nine weapons to get the

materials, he might not be able to pick them up!

After searching for a long time, the road began to get thinner and thinner. Eventually, it led to a vast,

deep valley.

He discovered that there were not a lot of bones piled up there. Instead, there were a dozen dead

people in armor.

As Darren looked at them, he felt the sky and the earth spinning as if something was going to crush his

soul.

'These people must have been very powerful when they were alive!'

Scattered all around the dead people were fragments of weapons. But these were different from the

weapons that were left behind in the other places. These fragments were shining brightly, without any

traces of erosion.

'What? These weapons are the Starry Divine Iron, the Cold Moon Divine Iron, the Sea Fury Divine

Iron...' Darren couldn't believe what he was seeing. These weapons were exactly what he was looking

for. And in addition to that, there were many pieces of divine iron of which he could not tell the aura.

'How could it be so easy to find them?' There was no way he could find them in only a few hours and

pick them up without any trouble.

"It's not that simple." Darren recalled the last words that were uttered by that cold voice. 'He told me

that I would definitely die in here. There must be something dangerous.'

Darren stood still, releasing his god-level blade and sword intents, trying to roll over the fragments he

needed with his god's power.

But none of them budged. Whenever his god's power would get close to the fragments, it would be

swallowed up by something and vanish without a trace.

'I could try going down there but if I get too close, I will be beaten to nothingness by some unknown

force.' So Darren remained floating above the ground, looking down at the weapons with hungry eyes.

What Darren needed to do was to find out the way to get those fragments.

'Use fiend power!'

With excitement pouring through his veins, Darren quickly activated the Nine Changes of the Demon

and turned into a fiend, releasing fiend power.

But like before, when the fiend power touched those fragments, it disappeared without a trace.

'How strange.' Darren continuously released fiend power, but it didn't work.

Swish!

Right before his eyes, a black shadow materialized.

Darren unconsciously took two steps back and held his breath, hoping it wouldn't notice his presence.

He stood completely still and watched the shadow lower itself on the dead.

The shadow didn't look like a human being. It was standing up like a bear, but there was a pointed horn

on his head.

"Holy crap!"

Darren's heart skipped a beat when he saw the shadow. And within seconds, an enormous pressure

from the shadow enveloped Darren.

'Wait. The voice said that only superior gods could collect the fragments. Perhaps the aura of this

shadow is comparable to that of a superior god.' Darren felt panic squeeze his chest as he continued to

watch the shadow.

"The Great Fiend God Lance is here. You are doomed!" the shadow suddenly said.

The voice was dry and loud, scratching at Darren's ears and making his head feel as though it was

about to explode.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Then, making the situation far worse, a total of twelve extremely powerful shadows appeared one after

another. They seemed to come from different races.

Darren could not bear the pressure, let alone enough to go and take the divine iron.

Run! The thought overcame his mind, but the next moment, he felt hopeless because the twelve

shadows noticed him and flashed to block his path. holds text © rights.

"Damn it!" Darren shouted, looking every which way for a way out.

He was easily overpowered. The twelve shadows were as powerful as superior gods. Even if he was

ten thousand times stronger than now, he would be doomed.

On the green grassland outside the space, Lindsay sat in front of the vortex with her legs crossed,

waiting for Darren's return.

"Is he dead inside? Two years have passed since he entered," she muttered, braiding some pieces of

grass.

'Oh! How foolish of me! The timing inside is different from that outside. He's only spent twenty hours

inside, ' she thought, feeling relieved.

Bang!

From the sky, a body collapsed in front of her.

She frowned and looked to the ground.

"Otis!" she exclaimed when she detected the aura of the body.

Otis' body was covered with black blood. His aura of life had become extremely weak.

"What happened?" She descended to him and felt immediately helpless. Since Lindsay was a human

being, she couldn't help Otis heal his wound.

"Leave here! Go with the Defiant Master! They are coming!" Otis said breathlessly.

"What? Who is coming?" A strong killing intent flashed across her body, making her crumple.

"General Kerr and Prince Derrick." As soon as Otis had finished speaking, he lowered his head in pain.

A pang shot through her heart. She detected that Otis' aura of life was very weak and he only had one

breath remaining in his lungs.

"Prince Derrick!"

she cursed when she remembered how terrifying this fiend prince was.

Boom!

The whole space trembled. Apparently, there was someone attacking the entrance.

"Defiant Master, I know you are hiding inside. Get out!"

A vicious voice pierced through the space, shaking the air around it.

"The Defiant Master attracts the prince here!" A cold light flashed across her eyes.

"Do you think I can't come inside if you don't come out? When I catch you, I will make you suffer the

most cruel torture in the world!"

"Fuck off!" Lindsay shouted viciously.

"Wait. There's someone else inside?" Prince Derrick seemed to be more excited!