Legendary Guardian - Volume 4 Chapter 416 416

The chubby yellow-haired man shot Lucia another meaningful glance from the window of the carriage with fear visible in his eyes. While others saw a perfect man, with perfect skin, a wild aura, and a worried expression on his face, trying to protect a bunch of defenseless citizens with his own body against the wicked royal family and nobles, King Jules saw a vicious beast of a man with razor-sharp teeth and a sinister smile spread across his face. While gazing at Derik with malicious intentions, Derik instantly felt his gaze and intentions and promptly shot a glance towards that particular carriage and with a smile on his face, he waved slightly at the King and his advisor, making both men turn as pale as ghosts!

“Damn it! What the hell is he?” King Jules looked away in fear as he breathed heavily.

King Jules has never been the type to envy a man since he has almost everything he needs and he’s fairly satisfied with his achievements and wants to live out the rest of his shot lives, eating, drinking, and sleeping with as many stunning women as he can. Right now, all he is trying to do is keep his crown from the greedy eyes of all those who wish to end him, and all through his short life, his greatest asset is his ability to sense danger or misfortune from a mile away. Every single time he see’s Lucia, all he can see is a dark cloud hovering over his head, spreading like a plague across his little kingdom and as much as he would love to end Lucia with his catapults and war ballista’s, there are too many people here and thanks to his selfless act just now, killing him will cause an even greater uproar.

“How sure am I that I will be able to kill him with this even if I try? There is something about this youth that is just too terrifying, even for me” King Jules muttered with a sweaty face.

“Because you won’t be able to” Lucia’s voice echoed in his ears causing both men in the carriage to scream in fear.

Lucia was seated in the carriage with his legs crossed and his hands spread across the King’s shoulder, with a sinister smile on his face. Looking outside once again, the king realized that all the war weapons were set ablaze by purple flames and the entire royal guards were reduced to ashes.

Jubilant screams and cries of joy feel the streets as the citizens cheered in ecstasy for the victory of their new god. They gathered around the fiery purple werewolf and worshiped it like a god, thanking it for its mercy upon Lucia who allowed him to flee after his selfless act.

Be it, Lucia or the messenger of death, both have acquired the respect of the people and even right now, Derik could feel more power flowing into his body. These people thought they were pouring their faith into two different people but it was just one being in two forms. The guards surrounding the carriage were petrified by an unknown spell and now Lucia was sitting inside the carriage with the most important person in the kingdom, who is only a few breaths away from him.

Call it fear or despair or whatever, King Jules and his advisor were terrified out of their mind. None of them dared to talk as they waited for Derik to speak first, each and every one of them terrified of getting killed even before they can beg for their lives.

“You see, I have lived as a god too long for me to live as a mortal again” Derik said while rubbing his forehead with a frown on his face.

“W-what do you mean?” King Jules sat properly and responded boldly.

Judging based on Derik’s first words and his actions, he could tell Derik has no intentions of killing him or anyone. So he chose to remain calm and collected while trying to communicate with him.

“The kid known as Lucia is dead, I swallowed him whole The church of light speaks about the god of light facing against the gods of creation and destruction, thousands of years ago. It speaks of the great battle that almost destroyed the entire realm, but it didn’t tell you how the god of destruction gravely injured the god of light before his death, forcing it to flee in fear!” Derik hissed.

Instantly his eyes flared up with power and a skull-shaped ball of darkish purple flames appeared at the center of the carriage, letting out bone-chilling shrieks. Judging based on the story Derik just told and the confidence in his tone, they could tell he wasn’t lying when he spoke about the god of destruction, harming the god of light before his death. King Jules has never been a religious person and his flexibility made it easy for him to mingle with almost anyone. Lucia currently claiming that the original Lucia is dead confirmed his suspicion and this gave birth to another question.

“If all you say is true, then what are you? Another demon? Of vengeful spirit? Or are you really the messenger of death?” King Jules couldn’t help but shiver as he spoke those words. No matter what Derik chose to pick, he will always be terrifying enough to make their lives miserable.

“Hahahahaha! You got it all wrong I am no vengeful ghost or messanger No, no, no, no I am Derik Angus, the god of death and destruction the person that sent your god of light running for his life and the one who will do it again, very soon!” Derik said with a vicious smile on his face making everyone around him shiver.

Immediately he said that the fiery purple werewolf vanished and the frozen guards began to move again. King Jules watched some sort of essence or power flow into Derik and another portion of his hair was given another purple streak. His purple eyes glowed even brighter and his skin got even smoother. The power he was initially radiating vanished and he looked like another harmless youth, dressed in expensive clothing.

“I am your god!” Derik chuckled lightly.