Nobilis of War
Chapter 1389 Attacking

Who was talking?

Just as Darren and his companions were about to enter the village, they heard someone make some threatening remarks.

"Idiots, just wait for death. Ha-ha."

This time, Darren and his companions saw the black dog fleeing! It was the black dog who was speaking!

"Don't run! I'll kill you!" Just as Rain was about to chase him, the black dog suddenly lunged forward and disappeared.

Everyone felt a little uneasy. There was a talking dog in the Archean village. Never before had they come across such a weird phenomenon.

"Is this dog related to your mother?" Darren asked as curiosity surged within him. He wasn't as surprised as the others about the fact that a dog could speak.

After all, Wind and Rain were made of straw, and they could talk. It was thus not strange for a dog to have the same ability.

Putting these together, he concluded that only Wind and Rain's mother could teach a dog to speak human language in this relic.

"Darren, are you implying that my mother raised this dog?" Wind stared into the distance with a blank expression. He still appeared to be engulfed by sadness at the mention of their mother. "Yes, it's very likely."

"No! How could our mother raise such an ugly thing? Don't let me catch him, or I'll skin him. Humph!" Rain threatened, annoyance evident in her tone.

"All right. Why don't we forget about the dog and search for the transmission array?" Darren shrugged and suggested.

With one last glance in the direction where the dog had disappeared, the group entered the village.

The village was large and full of traces of human activities. When they tried to probe, they found that these traces were detectable for thousands of kilometers! Everyone was alert and carefully scoured their surroundings.

Occasionally, they would pass ancient steles with incomprehensible words engraved on them.

"Look, there is a palm print on the stone wall."

Everyone glanced up and saw a massive palm print, one hundred feet deep, in the middle of a stone wall.

"What's amazing about that? I can smash this mountain with a punch. Look!"

A talent at the low-level of the Celestial God Realm rushed forward, formed a fist, and hit the stone wall.

"Break it!"

Bang!

The stone wall trembled on impact but remained undamaged. The young talent, however, turned red and withdrew his hand.

There was no crack on the stone wall, but his hand was broken.

"Help heal the wound on my hand... It hurts," he whimpered.

"Darren, did you notice that this place is very similar to the area marked on the map where the transmission array is located?" Eallard remarked thoughtfully. "Yes, it appears so." Darren nodded.

Then he turned, ready to fly toward the palm print to inspect it.

"Surround them!"

A voice reverberated just before a faint rustling sound was heard.

In an instant, countless small black dots rushed out from every corner and besieged Darren and his companions.

"Mice?"

"Caterpillars!"

"Snakes? Ants?"

Everyone's eyes widened with astonishment. Why were there so many snakes, mice, caterpillars, and ants?

"Idiots, do you know your mistake?"

The animals separated and cleared a path for the black dog. The big black dog raised his head and walked forward. Unlike before, he wore a torn linen cloak on his back. "Don't be so arrogant. I'm going to teach you a lesson!" Weber shouted.

Oddly enough, this was the same black dog that they had met earlier. Now, he had returned, and appeared confident and conceited. Annoyed, Weber flew forward to confront the dog. Unfortunately for him, he also wore a ragged cloak on his back, just like the dog.

The black dog glared at Weber, stunned. "Eh? Brat, you are so impetuous! How dare you imitate me? Hand over your cloak, and I will consider sparing your life!"

Weber's face darkened. He happened to be dressed in the same style as the dog. But the creature accused Weber of mimicking him. He was so embarrassed that he wanted to bury himself deep in a hole somewhere.

"You are right. It's time to reconsider this cloak. How about I change it to your dog skin?" Weber roared as fury saturated every cell in his body.

"How dare you, ugly fat man? Come on, guys! Attack him!"

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak...

A large group of mice, armed with small spears, lined up and charged at Weber.

Weber's eyes widened with shock. He had always considered himself to be handsome and powerful. But the dog sent a group of mice to deal with him. It was akin to insult being added to injury! "Fine then. I'll just step on your tiny army and crush them to death!"

Weber gnashed his teeth as he leaped high into the air. He intended to land on the tiny, scuttling army of mice.

In his mind, he could just about hear their agonized squeaks as he trampled them.

When Weber landed on his targets, the result was beyond his expectation. There were no pain-filled squeaks, no squishing sounds of tiny bodies being smashed, and no spurting blood. "Where is my foot? Why can't I feel it?"

However, Weber found that he could no longer sense his foot. When he glanced down, he discovered that his foot had disappeared. Only a bloody bone stump was left.

"Damn it!"

Weber paled. It took the mice a second to devour the flesh and blood on his foot! What were these creatures?

"Oh, my God!"

Weber quickly hobbled away.

"Hey, guys, don't stop! Kill him!" the black dog ordered. Malice glinted in his narrowed eyes as he glared at Weber.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak...

The mice chased Weber.

"Darren, help!" Terror surged within Weber, and he couldn't help but scream.

Darren frowned and released his sword intent.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The sword intent swept over the group of mice. To everyone's astonishment, the mice were unharmed. They were forced to retreat several dozen feet, but they sustained no injuries! "Indestructible?" It appeared as though

this group of snakes, mice, caterpillars and ants could not be underestimated.

The mice, who had been forced to retreat, regrouped and prepared to attack. "Idiots, will you give up now?" the black dog roared arrogantly.

"Fuck you!"

Rain, who couldn't take this irritation anymore, hollered before she disappeared.

The next moment, she appeared beside the black dog and kicked him.

"Ouch..."

The blow was so intense that the black dog's upper body was embedded in the ground. Everyone gasped as the only thing they could see was the ragged cloak fluttering in the wind outside the chasm. The black dog struggled, raised his head, and shook it to clear the dizziness he felt.

"Why are you still standing there? Didn't you see what she did? Bite her to death!" The black dog was humiliated and furious.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak...

At once, all the animals rushed toward Rain.

"Bite her to death!"

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...

"Damn it! Will Rain be chewed to death?" Anxiety and concern reflected in everyone's expression as they watched the tiny army make their way toward the little straw girl.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh

Before Darren and his companions could rush to help, agonized squeaks came from the mice. To everyone's astonishment, the mice turned and ran toward the black dog. When they opened their mouths, everyone could see that their teeth were broken.

The black dog's eyes almost popped out of his skull.

"She seems to be difficult to deal with!"

Rain and Wind were tough opponents with an astonishing defense. But neither the black dog nor his tiny army knew this.

"Ah!"

Rain screeched as she released a majestic Archean god's power. Like a vengeful flood, it swept over all the creatures and smashed them into pieces.

Only the black dog was left alive.

He stood in the wind, alone, surrounded by corpses. A chill traveled down his spine, and he trembled.

"Everyone, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me..."

The dog fell to his knees and begged with tear-filled eyes.

"Do you think we should let you go just because you apologize and admit to your wrongdoings?"

Weber flew forward and slapped him. "Kneel, and give me the cloak!"

Everyone was stunned. When did Weber become shameless enough to take a dog's cloak?

"You can't do this, bro. My master left it for me."

"Don't call me 'bro'! How dare you be so presumptuous? If you don't surrender it, I'll skin you alive!"

Weber lost control of his emotions when he recalled how he had been humiliated before. He rushed over, pushed the black dog to the ground, and grabbed a dagger from his Space Ring.

At that time, Darren intervened. "Stop, Weber. I have something to ask the dog."

Weber finally let go of the dog.

"Tell me. Who is your master?"

The black dog was stunned. He shook his head, unwilling to tell Darren about his master. He thought that it would be stupid to share this information.

"You don't want to tell us?" A ferocious grin morphed Weber's features as he glared at the insubordinate dog. Before anyone could speak, he rushed forward, intending to beat the dog. "Don't beat me, please!" the black dog pleaded, burying his head in his paws.

"Tell us right now!" Weber stepped on his back.

"My master is my master. Could you please ask me a meaningful question? You could ask me what my master looks like, right?"

Darren's face darkened when he heard these words.