Talented Martial Hero novel Chapter 1082

Questions rushed through Darren's mind one after the other.

"Sir, why did you leave your spiritual sense here? And where did you get those four coffins?" Darren asked directly.

Hiram the Great kept his gaze fixed at Darren and asked, "Do you know how many great disasters the Lothlann Continent has experienced since the ancient times?"

Darren had long known the answer. The Lothlann Continent had experienced five stages—during each of which great catastrophes had taken place.

"Five," Darren answered, confidently.

Hiram the Great nodded and said, "Correct. Now, these four coffins have four very powerful devils in them. They have the means to destroy this world."

"What?!"

Darren's eyes grew in surprise. He realized that the four coffins were in fact the exact tools used to suppress the destroyers responsible for the past great catastrophes.

"The Remote Age, the Ancient Age, the Middle Age, and the Last Age...these four ages ended all because of some powerful creatures from the outer space, but this doesn't mean we've reached the end of this world. During these four ages, shockingly powerful warriors emerged. With might and mettle, they managed to battle the deadly outsiders, and stopped them from destroying the world.

During the chaotic era that followed the end of the Last Age several million years ago, the evil fiend appeared in this world. I was able to delay this catastrophe with the help of the witcher ancestor and warriors from the various races.

Now that you've come here, the fifth catastrophe of this continent is bound to restart," announced Hiram the Great.

"The fifth catastrophe is going to restart?"

Darren noticed the detail in Hiram the Great's words. He didn't say he stopped the fifth catastrophe, but that he simply delayed it.

"That's correct. Since the combined forces of the witcher ancestor, other masters, and myself were still limited, we weren't able to slay the intruder. Hence, the fifth great catastrophe still exists. Only once a powerful warrior whose abilities surpass my own is born can we be able to ensure the survival of the human race.

In order to find out if you are this one powerful warrior, I'll need to test you," said Hiram the Great.

"Test me?" Darren was confused, and a little nervous. "By what means exactly?"

"By trial of life or death!"

Hiram the Great suddenly bellowed.

"There are four fake spiritual souls of the four creatures that created the past disasters in this world. The Virtual Battle Space allows you to reach the highest peak of your power in a short period of time. If you can slay the four creatures, you will have proven yourself with the potential and qualifications to avert the fifth crisis," explained Hiram the Great.

"No problem."

Darren had quickly gotten the picture of what Hiram the Great just explained. He wanted him to battle the four past monsters, but only virtually. He was also given the opportunity to fight at peak strength.

"You must be careful. Even in the virtual battle ground, you can still die of a soul collapse," warned Hiram the Great.

"No worries. Once my skills reach an extreme level, I won't be in any danger whatsoever," Darren announced proudly.

"Good, if you succeed in killing the four creatures, you will also receive a mysterious reward."

As he spoke, Hiram the Great's body began to emanate mysterious runes. Suddenly, a door opened.

"Proceed through there. I wish you luck, and I hope you survive this test."

Darren nodded silently. He strode to the black door with careful steps, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Just as Darren paced through the door, a dark red figure suddenly appeared in the cave.

A sharp noise then resounded throughout the space.

The menacing red figure shattered the shadow of Hiram the Great.

Lacking the support of the runes, the door began to twist and deform. Suddenly, a dreadful force pulled the four black iron coffins, the old man, and the octahedral crystals towards the door. They were quickly absorbed into the door just as Darren had a few moments before.

The figure of the Shura hastily followed suit.

Darren felt that he had traveled through countless spaces in the darkness. Slowly, his concept of time faded away as he flew through.

Finally, after what seemed to be a very long time, he landed on the ground.

It was a desolated land. A thick smoke billowed into the sky, and there was an air of death. It looked like the aftermath of a terrible battle.

"Welcome to the Virtual Battle Space,"