Legendary Guardian - Volume 4 Chapter 432

“Get back you foul beast!” The bishop roared but that didn’t do him any good.

Derik was already standing right in front of him with many cut marks all over his body. The super-regenerative abilities of a god beast soul had already kicked in a long time ago but the hurricane kept inflicting new wounds on him. As a matter of fact, he’s still alive because of the high-speed regeneration his werewolf side grants.

Unlike the priests who would be screaming and begging for their lives by now, this bishop kept gazing at Derik with a look of defiance in his eyes. Derik couldn’t help but wonder what gave these people so much confidence even when death was standing right in front of him. As much as Derik felt offended by the fact that these people are not taking him seriously, he could understand why. For centuries now this world has been in their hands and during those times, numerous factions have risen against them and they have all fallen as well. To them, Kedus’ rebellion is nothing special, in the end, they will all fall just like the rest.

“I guess it’s time I make this world take me seriously!” Derik growled as smashed his palm into the bishop’s chest.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Outside the powerful hurricane, everyone stood and watched with expectant eyes. The outcome of Derik’s battle with the bishop will determine the victor of this war. Many held their breaths as they watched with expectant eyes while the leaders of the observing forces were sweating buckets for no good reason. No one could tell why they were feeling so anxious.

BOOM!

Following the loud explosion, the hurricane vanished and two figures came into view. The bishop could be seen on his knees, his body was dried up badly and a bloody hole could be seen on his chest. Meanwhile, Derik stood in front of him with a beating heart in his hand and a hooded figure standing right behind him. The strange hooded man had two pairs of black angelic wings and on his face was a bull skull mask used to hide his identity. While many people may not have seen this man before they have definitely heard of him. He is the angel of death who has been protecting the people of Kedus, the one who opened the gates of the underworld and destroyed over fifteen thousand people in less than an hour, and now he has saved Lucia from the hands of death.

“THIS KINGDOM DARES POINT ITS WEAPON AT MY PEOPLE? YOU SEEK DEATH!” The hooded figure slowly rose into the air as it spoke.

The people of Kedus cheered but King Jules knew that this was only a fake created by Derik to fool the public. He still wished to keep his identity as Lucia to the public for some purposes best known to him, so he chose to create this false being within the storm.

Everyone watched carefully as they waited in hopes of seeing something new this godly being may perform. People were hoping to see the fiery demon wolf they have always been hearing of while the people of Hosu were already trembling badly.

“RISE!”

Suddenly the sun was turned red and the clouds turned black. Everyone watched as a skull appeared above the sky and in hollow, dark eyes sockets, darkish purple flames suddenly flared up. The ground began to tremble as ghastly beings began emerging out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, over fifteen thousand of them appeared and took the shape of real men in armor. Each still bearing the injury that led to their death.

“Rise my army of the dead let’s show this world what true fear is!” Derik spoke through the mouth of the clone he created.

Leaders of the observing forces were so terrified that they fell off their horses in shock as they recognized some of the faces of these undead soldiers. These were the fifteen thousand forces that joined hands and tried to battle Kedus back then. The ones that were wiped out by the creatures of the underworld.

“Not yet! Settle down!” the angel of death roared

As another batch of undead appeared but this one was not part of the fifteen thousand forces. They were over five thousand and every one of them wore the Hosu battle armor on them and leading the forces was the dead bishop who was killed by Derik a few moments ago.

Wooosh!

Thud!

Suddenly the angel of death shot to the ground and fell on one knee in front of Lucia, bowing respectfully. Although Derik did not want to reveal his identity as the god of death, he needed to make everyone believe that the relationship between him and the god of death is strong enough for him to have some power over the forces of the dead. That way he won’t be just another character that can be written off.

“Your orders!” The angel of death growled as it bowed respectfully.

“Search and destroy!” Lucia roared!

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On that day, all thirty thousand forces of Hosu were massacred and they were added to Derik’s new undead army. Although these forces are weaker than his original undead forces of the past, they were the most suitable since this world lacked mana.

Normally undead draw mana from their summoners to cast their abilities and that’s why in most cases, Necromancers limit the number of undead they summon at a time due to their mana reserves. But since Derik had almost limitless mana during chaotic times, he had never seen this as a problem until today. Right now, the world has changed and unless he can find a way to restore the world to its original state, even if he’s able to summon the realm’s passageway now, he will not be able to sustain his undead generals and undead army should he bring them over to this side.

To fix this mana issue he has to regain his godly essence before he can consider returning to the core of the god vein and restoring it to its original state!