CHAPTER 717 REFUSING TO JOIN

"Yes, that Emperor Weapon is a good match for Darren." All three men looked at each other and

nodded at the same time.

"No, I don't agree. You should go now." With a resolute expression on his face, Lord Donald directly

rejected their suggestion without asking for Darren's opinion.

"As I said, it is all up to Darren. Lord Donald, you don't want to decide by yourself for Darren, do you?

Let him speak for himself," one of them said in a calm voice looking from Lord Donald to Darren.

"Darren, join the Cross Expeditionary Force, and you get one Emperor Weapon. What do you say?"

After several times of being asked, Darren didn't reply. He was thinking about the matter and was

hesitant on how to respond.

"Don't talk anymore. Only Darren is indeed able to wear the cursed armor, but once he puts it on, he

will become a killing machine without any emotions. Darren won't agree even if I don't say anything,"

Lord Donald said coldly. It was evident that he was vexed at the moment.

Only then did Darren understand and had a clear picture of what the cursed armor was like—and what

it was built for.

"I refuse to join," Darren verbalized at last.

After all, nobody in his right mind would agree to such an agreement. How could Darren agree to

exchange human feelings for an Emperor Weapon?

"Darren, don't believe in what Lord Donald said. The Emperor Weapon is not a cursed armor, but an

armor made by an ancient emperor who cultivated blade and sword. It is called the Blade and Sword

Armor. If an ordinary person wore it, there would be a certain probability that he would be controlled by

the Weapon Soul and become a killing machine. But you are different. Since you are cultivating the

blade skill and sword skill at the same time, it is absolutely fine for you to wear it," said a member of the

three great clans.

"Shut up! How many geniuses has that thing ruined? Why don't the elders of your clans destroy it?"

Lord Donald asked angrily. His voice was getting louder as the conversation lengthened.

There were at least one hundred peerless geniuses who had worn the Blade and Sword Armor.

Without exception, they all became emotionless and only intended to kill people. They all ended up

dying during the battles.

"There's no need to persuade me anymore. It's just an Emperor Weapon. I, Darren, will not risk my life

for it. What's more, I don't want to help you plunder the resources. Please leave now," Darren refused

again and drove them away. He had come to a final decision, and nothing would make him change his

mind.

"Great! Darren, your decision is absolutely correct. It's just a weapon. It's no big deal." Glad about

Darren's rejection of such an indecent invitation, Theodore nodded and smiled.

"Huh! How dare you!" Contrariwise, the faces of the three men darkened when they heard Darren's

refusal.

"No! How dare you!" Raising his voice, Lord Donald pounded the table and released his entire

oppressive force. With his face trembling, he said, "You have barged into my Sacred Palace without

permission, and you even dared to shout at us. Do you really think I'm just a puppet in a show?"

Feared from hearing the words from Lord Donald, the expressions of the three people changed again.

They did not doubt that if they stayed a little longer, Lord Donald would attack them, and they would be

digging their own graves.

"Let's go!" A wise man knew when to retreat. After all, this was the Sacred Palace, and they dared not

go too far even some powerful people backed them up. Thus, they were left with no choice but to

leave.

After the three left, Darren and the others drank more wines and were soon ready to go.

"Darren, what's your plan? If you don't have a place to go, I suggest that you should enter the eighteen

cities to improve yourself. Of course, you can choose not to go on an expedition in the Aborigines

Worlds," Lord Donald suggested and offered Darren some alternatives.

"There's no need to be in a hurry. If I really need to practice, I will come to you, My Lord. As for now, I

haven't seen my kin in recent years. It's been a long time since I went back to my hometown. Perhaps

going back home there to see my old friends would be a good idea," Darren retorted back. Though he

would love to stay, he felt obliged to visit his own clan.

"Okay, feel free to go. But don't forget to improve your strength as well as keep an eye on the people

from the three great clans, in case they mess up with you. If something terrible happens, try to inform

Auberon and let him help you," advised Lord Donald.

"Thank you, My Lord. I'll do that if I get held up."

After Darren agreed, Lord Donald asked Auberon to give Darren a contact bead so he could reach out

to him quickly.

"Donald, I should go back to my clan to see if there are anyone who knows me still alive," Theodore

said and planned to leave together with Darren.

"Theodore, please come back as fast as you can after you return home. If possible, you can go to the

eighteen cities and lead an army there as soon as possible. With your help, fewer members of our

clans will die.

What's more, if we were to take down that Aborigines World, your clan might be able to be freed earlier

as well," Lord Donald said as he allowed Theodore to leave too.

"I see. I will be back as soon as possible, Donald," Theodore nodded and promised to be back as soon

as he could.

"Let's leave together, Darren." Facing Darren this time, Theodore asked Darren to leave together with

him.

As Darren agreed, the two of them cupped their hands to Lord Donald and flew out of the palace in

swift, breakneck speed.

However, when they were out of the Sacred Palace, Darren and Theodore headed south, and their

flying speed was not very fast.

"Sir, what happened to the Dragon Blood Clan?" Still bothered by the clan's fate, Darren had wanted to

ask this question for a long time, but he could not do so because there were so many people in the

palace back then.

"Didn't your elder brother Scott tell you?" hearing Darren's inquiry, Theodore asked in surprise.

"No. I guess even he doesn't know the reason in detail. I only heard from him that the Dragon Blood

Clan has been confined at the bottom of the sea in the far west."

Theodore kept silent for a moment. After pondering things on his head, he said, "Yes, my clan has

been trapped in the deep sea, and very few people could come out freely." This material belongs to .

"But why, sir?" asked Darren further.

"It's a long story. Simply speaking, the Dragon Blood Clan made a big mistake and needs to be

suppressed for one hundred thousand years. However, we deserve that."

After sighing for a moment, Theodore continued, "You know the forbidden areas that are suppressing

the first fiend ancestor, right?"

"Yes, I knew about that place clearly," Darren replied shortly.

"Then it will be much easier for me to explain it to you. In fact, one of the first fiend ancestor's body

parts had escaped from the forbidden area in the past. The worst thing about it is the fact that the

person who helped it to escape was the leader of our Dragon Blood Clan. That was tens of thousands

of years ago!"

"What?! The leader of the Dragon Blood Clan helped the fiend to escape?" Darren asked in a tone of

both surprise and doubt. He couldn't believe the words that had just come out of Theodore's mouth.

"Yes. At that time, not only the other leaders of that generation but also many talents of my clan were

fooled by him and got involved in the fiasco of releasing the first fiend ancestor's body part.

Fortunately, only one body part of the first fiend ancestor escaped. The scheme was soon discovered

by the other seven clans as soon as one body part escaped—good thing the clans were quick to

respond. The other seven clans also gathered all the powerful warriors, including some seniors in

seclusion. After months of battle, they finally suppressed the first fiend ancestor's body part once

again," Theodore narrated.

After pausing for a while, he took a deep breath and continued, "Many powerful warriors of the Dragon

Blood Clan, as well as clan leader, died in the battle. That old bastard that freed the body resulted in

too many martial arts masters of our clan to die for his selfish interest. He deserved to die!

After that fight, according to the rules, all members of our Dragon Blood Clan should be executed. But

other clans found out after investigation that it was all because the leader of our clan who deceived so

many people. So, they decided to suppress the Dragon Blood Clan forever, unless there is a holy

emperor in our clan."

With that, Theodore was relieved that he had told Darren the history of their clan.

"But I don't get it. Why did the clan leader help release the fiend?" Darren asked further as he was still

confused.

"In fact, even I haven't figured out the specific reason. I only heard from the predecessors that the clan

leader was a crazy person. He released the first fiend ancestor to eat it up, so he himself would

become unbeatable. Unfortunately, he was wrong. The first fiend ancestor was much stronger than he

thought," Theodore explained with a downcast expression on his face.

"Yup, the fiend's first ancestor is indeed very powerful. I remembered that an arm of him had escaped a

few years ago, and he had huge fighting power even if he had not yet fully recovered. If the halberd of

Hiram the Great hadn't been triggered, our continent would have been destroyed." As he imagined the

incident on his mind, Darren's heart beat fast at the thought of the situation back then.

"What? He escaped again?" asked Theodore in dire disbelief.

"Yes, let me show you the place, sir. We will pass by that area later on," Darren volunteered.

"Okay! I will be glad to set my foot on that place." Theodore's eyes grew with excitement.

In a matter of minutes, from their hastened flight, Darren and Theodore landed on the dilapidated

ground.

As both of them did a visual scurry of the place, they noticed that law enforcers guarded the place

within five hundred kilometers. As Darren and Theodore looked from afar, the huge halberd was still

standing erect in the center—a clear symbol of hope.