123 Chapter 123: Giving life!

Derik's eyes lit up as he urged his death power and it burst out like a volcano, the death aura soon gathered in one place, taking the form of a skeleton the size of a small mountain.

"Death magic: Shriek of the dead!" Derik laughed out loud like a mad man.

"Good… Interesting…" Demos laughed, he was obviously pleased with what he saw…

"Before we give this being life, we need to be sure this is the desired form you want it to be in… we won't be able to undo this later on!" Demos warned.

Hearing this, Derik's eyebrows were knitted together as he pondered on what Demos just said. He has always been okay with the form of his avatar and he really didn't see any reason to change it. He didn't want anything too flashy but he also wanted something that can strike fear in the heart of his opponents. This is the best form he could ever wish for!

"There is nothing for you to fix, my avatar is perfect the way it is" Derik smiled as he spoke.

Demos nodded and quickly flew towards the head of the skeleton, signaling Derik to follow along.

"I was going to ask you to give it the form of a true reaper… a mere naked skeleton can only scare average warriors… only death can scare peak warriors!" Demos offered his advice and waited for Derik's reply.

Derik thought about this for a while and nodded

"Go ahead, give it the form you desire let's see…" Derik smiled. He was curious to see what the angel of death had in mind for this man.

"Alright then…" Demos laughed and waved his hand.

Instantly a dark mist poured out of his sleeves and it quickly consumed the mountain-sized skeleton, reducing it to nothing.

"Let us begin!" Demos laughed and waved his hands again and something magical began to happen.

The creation of a new life started taking place and it was not some sort of being created with just darkish purple energy. No, this being looked lifelike and its clothes looked like actual clothes.

It was as tall as Demos, Samael, and other archangels. He was adorned with a dark and purple hooded robe and had a pair of mighty black wings attached to its back. Beside it was a massive scythe the size of a full-grown man which stood gallantly by its side and within the dark hood was bright fiery purple eyes that looked like balls of fire. Outside its insanely look robe sleeves were bone fingers that made bone-breaking sounds each time it moved.

This was the same being that approached the Derik the first day he awakened his death magic, this is the angel of death, Demos!

"This… is you… right?" Derik stuttered as he spoke

"Of course… what can be more terrifying than death itself? Do you like it?" Demos laughed while gazing at the newly created avatar with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Do I like it?… I love it! I never would have thought of this… but the size though…" Derik said with a strange look on his face.

"The size adjusts according to the situation… we guardian spirits can adjust our body size… it's not a strange thing that my creation can do the same" Demos laughed

"Does that mean it possesses your abilities?" Derik's eyes sparkled as he considered the possibility of this being true.

"Well not really, it's only a lesser version of myself and cannot achieve the same things I can achieve… it's like the creator creating another creator… that's close to impossible… The first trial to replicate itself is we the guardian spirits and the second is you all who live on this planet right now… since it can't a being as powerful and itself, it created a being capable of reaching its level later on in the future" Demos explained

"And that's the same thing you did here?..." Derik asked

"Yes… The stronger this avatar grows, the more abilities it will unlock and in the end… if given enough time to grow… it will reach my level or even surpass me" Demos smiled.

"I see… So what's next?" Derik asked

"Now we have created the body… let's give it the souls it requires… summon all the souls you have consumed till today… We need this avatar to be at a level where it can fight against powerful foes for you…" Demos said.

Hearing this, Derik nodded and waved his hand. Instantly the souls of all those he has consumed appeared right in front of him. One after the other Derik fused the souls with the avatar. For each soul Derik fused, the brighter the avatars fiery purple eyes glowed and purple ancient writing also appeared on its body.

This process took a lot of time and concentration and since there is no day and night in this domain, Derik did not know how much time has passed. All he knew was that he and the avatar have benefited from this greatly, his understanding of the death element had increased greatly as he gave life to the avatar. He realized that the death element was not all about taking away the life of his targets, it also revolves around a new beginning. Giving the damned souls a new purpose and a new life.

By the time he was done with the twenty-two souls of the members of the lizardmen of various lizard tribes who died in the battle between Derik and Ahika. He also gave up the minotaur's soul and the souls of the eight warriors and mages of Gyro who tried to battle him alongside Anna after his little dance with Samael. All that was left now was a portion of the soul of the mysterious forest which he got while he was in the mysterious forest. He really didn't feel like giving up this soul, it was the most important soul he has collected to date.

"Will the avatar possess the abilities of the souls I give to it?" Derik asked after pondering on the issue for a while.

"Of course it will… your avatar has consumed the souls of over 10 peak grade bronze warriors and mages… 20 low-grade silver realm warriors and mages… And the soul of the minotaur which is at the level of the low grade of the silver realm…. Yet the avatar is still at the mid-grade of the silver realm… I advise you give it this final soul to give it the push it needs" Demos advised.

After hearing what Demos said the doubt in Derik's mind was cleared instantly and he quickly fused the final soul with the avatar.

Boooooooooooom!!!!!!!

Derik's domain shook as death aura burst forth from the body of the avatar. It was so thick that Derik had to retreat, he was finding it hard to breathe.

"Perfect… Congrats on creating an avatar at the peak grade of the silver realm, on par with the shadow lurker!... give it a name…." Demos laughed

"Since it looks like you, let's call it death… what do you think?" Derik laughed.

"It's your avatar… whatever you wish to call it does not matter" Demos said with a charming smile on his face.

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Derik's fiery darkish purple eyes yanked open and his gaze quickly fell on Ahika and Zaylee who seemed to stand as far as possible. He could tell that these people dared not approach because of the watchful eyes of the shadow Lurker. He turned his attention to Cyrus and was shocked to see that he had completely recovered from the backlash of the limiter path. How long has he been away?

"How long has passed since I started cultivating?" Derik asked with a confused expression on his face.

"Five days…" Cyrus said with a bitter smile. "I felt you must have been working on something important, so I made sure no one disturbed you… of course, your pet here did most of the work" Cyrus said.

Derik laughed and nodded his head. He turned his attention to Ahika and Zaylee and his face turned rigid and cold.

"We have to move now… I believe this is the third floor of this dungeon… until the fallen archangel is dealt with, we cannot separate" Derik said.

He got on his feet and the miniature passageway leading to the underworld vanished. He was about to leave but then his indifferent facial expression turned ugly.

Zaylee and Ahika did not possess the life or death power so their sensory skills were way below that of Derik and Cyrus. When they noticed that Derik had stopped moving and he wore a vexed expression on his face, they felt disturbed. They turned their attention only to notice what that he too wore an ugly expression on his face so they couldn't help but ask

"What's wrong?" Ahika asked

"Did something happen?" Zaylee asked

Derik and Cyrus turned their attention to them and sinister smiles appeared on their faces.

"The fallen archangel knows we are here!" Derik said

"He is coming!" Cyrus added.

"I guess we won't have to travel together after all…. Let's kill this fallen archangel once and for all and be done with it!" Derik roared and dashed out of the cave.

The rest nodded and followed him closely behind.