God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

"Your ability is impressive, I'll give you that," Nolan said as he slowly walked forward.

About twenty meters from him stood a dark-robed figure, with chains trailing down from his arms.

One could see his turbid-looking eyes containing slight shock from beneath his robes as Nolan stepped forth, a milky white light flaring on his right, a dagger appearing in his palm.

"Unfortunately, this is where it ends..." Nolan finished.

"Tch, in your dreams, piece of trash!" the figure shouted loud as he became a mass of shadows that rapidly moved toward Nolan like a phantom, the dark chain whipping straight for Nolan's face.

Nolan's smirk widened to his ears.

"You all never learn, do you?"

KABOOM

"PUUCCCHIII"

"Ahhhh---"

What followed in the next instant was a fiery loud explosion, followed by a blade piercing into flesh and a cut-off scream.

Right now, a figure was tightly nailed to the wall by a dagger that pierced out from the back of his neck into the wall behind him and hung him in place, dark blood pouring from his neck and splattering over his robes.

"Now, now, keep it down, will ya?" Nolan whispered as he arrived before the figure, his hand resting on his dagger.

"You...you..don't..dare..kill..me!" The robed young man forced out within the gasp of his breath as Nolan's smirk widened.

"Don't worry, I never said I would. All I ask is for you to lead me to where Quinn is..." Nolan whispered as the young man's eyes bulged in shock.

"You!? You're...bluffing!" he replied, still in shock.

He had been sent to kidnap Nolan and bring him to the base, yet his life was now in Nolan's grasp, but Nolan was asking for him to actually bring him to their base!?

Did he really mean it, or was he just bluffing?

"Let's get going already..." Nolan said as he pulled out his dagger, and the young man landed on his knees, sputtering out blood from his lips.

But just as Nolan expected, he soon got up on his feet, almost like he didn't have a slit on his throat.

"Lead the way..." Nolan commanded once more, and the robed figure's eyes flashed.

Without knowing why, he felt like leading Nolan to their base wasn't the best idea, but he quickly shook it off.

Anyone who came to their base wouldn't return alive, and that would mean completing the quest he had been given and getting handsomely rewarded.

It was a win-win for him and his cult, no matter how one looked at it, and he could only snort at Nolan's ignorance.

If only he knew...

"Then, come with me, if you dare..." he said, saving his last bit of pride before jumping out and scaling up the walls, quickly finding a moment on the roofs.

[You really want to follow him?]

The system asked Nolan in shock.

'Just watch...' Nolan replied back before also becoming a shadow that rapidly trailed after the figure, quickly catching up to him.

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"Since when was Dair sent off..." the dark voice, like the hiss of a python, resounded through the entire dark hall, where a dozen-plus figures could be seen on their knees, heads bowed to the figure sitting on the throne.

"It's been three hours now..." one of the kneeling figures said.

"Time is running out. If he does not come back within an hour, we will have to move without him..." the figure on the throne said, clear impatience in his tone.

But he had yet to complete his sentence when the large door behind them was suddenly blown apart with an incredibly loud and deafening bang.

BOOM

BOOM

BANG

BLEEEEERGGHHH

The sound of something rocking the ground, almost like a tossed ball could be heard, but it wasn't a ball at all as a dark-robed figure could be seen crashing into the dark hall from the direction of the exploded door.

His body bounced on the ground uncontrollably three times before he finally smashed against the lower dais of the figure on the throne, splurting out a large amount of blood before instantly fainting.

STEP

STEP

STEP

The sound of footsteps resonated through the entire hall as everyone turned their heads toward the direction of the sound.

A figure soon appeared before them.

A figure with a strange red symbol on his forehead and a flaming dagger in his right hand.

"Sorry for keeping you all waiting..." his voice boomed through the hall with such frightening darkness that the entire room seemed to reverberate continuously with every sound.

"You! It's you!" one of the cult members said in shock as they watched Nolan step into the room, instantly recognizing him after a few seconds of difficulty.

His new self nonetheless surprised them, but Nolan paid them no attention at all, instead turning to look at the robed figure sitting on the throne, a smirk appearing on his face....

"I heard someone has been looking for me for a long while now. Just here to come and say hello!" Nolan replied as the figure on the throne slowly raised his hand and took off the hood covering his forehead.

Now his face was revealed, and instantly memories began flooding into Nolan's head.

The figure before him was a young man of about nineteen, with a pale white face that made him look like a corpse, and on the half side of his face were dark scales inscribed with strange runic expressions.

His hair was pure white, just like Nolan's, and his eyes were an intense blood red color.

He could be called handsome in every meaning of the word, but one couldn't help but feel a strange pang in their chest from looking at his face.

In some way, it radiated cunningness and evilness, and even though he was handsome, one would never find his face to be pleasing to the eyes at all.

Slowly, his lips parted, revealing two long fangs that poked from the upper part of his gum.

"How long has it been, my dear Nolan?"