150 Chapter 150: Sin of wrath 2

The massive golden doors of the royal courtyard yanked open and Cyrus with the former members of the adventurer association recruit team guardians appeared. Their eyes were filled with shock and astonishment when they saw Derik seated on the throne.

His eyebrows were burning bright again and his death aura filled the room, it was obvious that he has recovered a reasonable amount of power thanks to his werewolf side which allows him to regenerate mana very quickly

"He has recovered… quickly everyone… battle formations" Cyrus roared and the mages moved back while the melee types moved forward.

It was at this point in time that Derik's eyes yanked open and his cold gaze swept across all those in the room. He heard that the previous royal guards were replaced by the members of the team guardian with Cyrus as the head, seeing the way they responded he knew that they also had a hand in his captivity and that explains why they reacted the way they did when the saw.

These people were meant to be his friends, his family, instead they sold him off just for a few benefits just like his actual family and even now they already replaced him with a new archer. Mason!

This was the kid he shared a room with when he first joined the archery class, to think that these people will also drag him into this matter, it's a pity Derik did not have much mercy to spare.

"Ooo power of death, grant thy servant power and lend thee thy strength… Give me the power to vanquish all those who stand against thee and by the end of this day, thy heads shall hang on the tip of thy spear! Death magic: Bone spear" Derik roared and grabbed the bone spear as he flew towards them at incredible speed, destroying the throne in the process.

He raised his armed bone spear up high and hacked down of Donald without mercy.

"Monster!" Donald roared as he desperately fought back against Derik with his broadsword.  His sword suddenly began to tremble and a hazy white aura gathered around it and he quickly slashed at Derik with malicious intentions

"You dare face me with a mere bronze level magic weapon… such insolence!" Derik roared and a massive amount of death aura burst out of his bone spear as he struck at Donald.

Crack!

Bang!!

Puti!!!

Derik's bone spear collided with Donald's bronze level combat technique, and before Donald could react his magic weapon shattered and Derik's spear struck his chest and his death aura invaded the bloody hole in an instant.

"Don't you dare!" Derik roared and struck the empty space behind him and a figure appeared. Daemon struggled with the bone spear in her belly and before she could react, Derik's left hand reached for her throat, leaving a deep wound on her throat with his sharp claws, killing her instantly.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!!

Whoosh!!!

An arrow struck Derik's right shoulder but it still wasn't strong enough to penetrate even deeper. His figure flashed as he maneuvered through the rest of the attack and reached mason within a second, driving his hand into the archer's chest and pulling out his heart.

Before Derik could even crush the heart in his hands, he was hit by a massive ball of fire which forced him to retreat by a few steps and a blood spear flew through the flames and forcefully rammed its way into his chest.

Puti!

Derik spat out a mouthful of black blood but he wasn't planning on giving them the chance to counter-attack. He already knew that Cyrus was stuck with healing Donald and that's why he has not yet made a move.

Thrusting his hands forward a darkish purple magic array appeared right in front of Derik and a malicious smile appeared on his face

"Ooo god of death, lord of the underworld and ruler of all damned souls in it, hear the plea of thy faithful servant and burn thy foe with the unquenchable flames of hell, even thy ashes will not remain! Death magic: Hell flame!" Derik roared and a sea of darkish purple flames poured out of his mouth and dashed towards everyone in front of him, every small space in the room making escape nearly impossible.

Booooom!!!

At the capital of the Gyro kingdom, a massive explosion occurred that forced the royal palace to crumble, while that happened two people shot out of the Debris, one a dazzling light and the other was the darkness itself.

"Life magic: Guardian spirit divine sword" Cyrus roared and the massive divine sword appeared in front of him and shot towards Derik.

"Don't you dare look down on me!" Derik roared and two darkish purple magic arrays appeared on his palms.

"Ooo god of death, lord of the underworld and ruler of all damned souls in it, hear the plea of thy faithful servant and burn thy foe with the unquenchable flames of hell, even thy ashes will not remain! Death magic: Hell flame!" Derik roared and a sea of darkish purple flames poured out of his palms completely engulfing the magic sword flying towards him, reducing his speed.

Puti!

Cyrus spat out a mouthful of golden blood and his body trembled violently. He reached for the void, grabbing with both hands and screamed

"Spilt the sky!" Cyrus roared and his massive divine sword which was already covered by darkish purple flames let out a faint glow before increasing in size rapidly once again.

Its speed increased and the sword forcefully tore through the sea of flames which poured out of Derik's hands and hacked down at him the moment it was close enough!

Slash!

Puff!!

Puti!!!

Derik tried to get out of the way but evading a weapon the size of a small mountain is no easy thing. In the end, his right hand was severed from his body and a lot of blood poured out of the wound.

"I won't forgive you for this!" Derik roared while waving his left hand as if he was making hand seals and his death aura burst out.

Silver level secret combat technique: Werewolves roar!"

His death aura burst out violently and took the form of a majestic werewolf!

The massive werewolf stood on its hind legs and its eyes were like scorching flames that could easily reduce its targets with its mere gaze! On its body were furs so thick that it looked like scales and its claws were like darkish purple flaming spears that could tear the void apart easily.

"Awwwwwooooooooooooo!" The massive werewolf roared and brandished it darkish purple fiery claws on the mighty divine sword.

Each attack created a shockwave that shook the earth and equally harmed Cyrus' soul. With his hands clutching his chest tightly, Cyrus watched the majestic werewolf battle his guardian divine sword fiercely and his divine weapon was not gaining the upper hand. This scared him a lot.

"Ooo condemned soul of the underworld, the one led astray by the lord of light. Where art thy gods? As the messenger of death who comes from the deepest parts of the underworld, I sentence thee to eternal damnation and rob thee of thy freedom… Death magic: Death bind!!!" Derik roared.

Not willing to let the opportunity slide, Derik acted first and cast his binding spell which prevented Cyrus from moving. Instantly dark clouds gathered above Cyrus and two darkish purple magic arrays appeared by his side.

Bam!

Bam!!

Puti!

Two massive bone hands appeared from the magic arrays and quickly proceeded to bind Cyrus without any prior warning. The hands soon tighten their grip, deepening the injuries Cyrus has already sustained earlier from the prior explosion. Forcing him to spurt out a mouth full of golden divine blood.

"Ooo power of death, grant thy servant thy power and thee thy strength… give me the power to vanquish all those who stand against thee and by the end of this day, may thy heads hang on the tip of thy spear! Death magic: Bone spear!" Derik roared, throwing his hands above his head.

Boom!

A sudden explosion occurred as all the death aura Derik could muster gathered above his head, taking the shape of a sparkling white bone spear. On the body of the bone spear were ancient demonic symbols that released a terrible amount of death aura.

Puti!

Derik spurt out a mouth full of corrosive black blood and his body trembled greatly. His fiery purple eyes had dimmed and his complexion turned terribly pale. A weak smile appeared on his face as he swung his hand and the bone spear let out an ear-piercing shriek before turning into a beam of light and shooting forward!

Cyrus roared and gathered his energy to counter but then Derik already had everything planned out and acted before Cyrus.

Death magic: Touch of death!

Derik stood gallantly in mid-air like an ancient mountain and with a single finger gesture, a dark halo surrounded Cyrus' figure and his concentration was broken.

Cyrus was initially gathering energy to counter this attack but then, when the dark halo appeared, his chain of thought was disrupted and his mind was flooded with negative emotions. His snow-white eyes turned crimson red and his countenance turned savage.

Boom!

Puff!!!!!

The bone spear collided into Cyrus' skull which exploded, creating a blood rainfall on the people of Gyro for the first time. The massive divine weapon crumbled and Derik watched Cyrus' headless body fall to the ground like a massive lump of meat. A wicked smile appeared on his face and a satisfying feeling surged through his body.

His fiery darkish purple eyes scanned around and to his greatest surprise, he found his father and sister stepping out of an expensive carriage surrounded by guards. The rage in his heart lit up once again and Derik shot towards the ground like a meteor!