155 Chapter 155: Retribution 2

"Don't retreat, its just one man… come on, flank him!" A female commander in golden armor roared as she struggled with Derik's death aura which was like a tidal wave.

This was the same woman Derik saw through the carriage window on his way to castle black for the very first time. He had a good impression of this person and wasn't willing to kill her.

At this point, the streets of Briton were filled with soldiers who desperately attempted to block Derik's way but none could even make him break a sweat. The power gap was just too much.

"Mere bronze realm warriors and mages dare stand in my way? Humph! When I was at your level I killed hundreds of people at the silver realm… you will never be able to put a scratch on me" Derik said with a casual smile.

Derik's long pitch-black hair was cut short before he came here. He wore a sleeveless tight-fitting black shirt and black trousers. Around his neck was a strange skull pendant that looked like it was bound to his body.

"Take the out, but don't kill them… I don't want to be disturbed" Derik said to the death avatar standing behind him like a guardian angel.

"As you wish, young master…." The death avatar bowed slightly before turning into a beam of light, shooting towards the soldiers.

Derik only let out a sigh and made his way towards his place of residence while he was still here on foot. His eyes portrayed mixed feelings as he compared his life of then to now. He realized ever since he left the Gyro kingdom, he has never had a moment of peace, just conflict and battles.

Using his aura like a weapon, he easily swept away everyone that came anywhere four hundred meters close to him. Unknown to these people, they only survived this long because Derik subdued the corrosive effects of his aura. Even ranged attacks could not invade his space and breakthrough his aura which acted as a barrier.

Derik's short journey stopped right in front of the little place he once called home. His eyes narrowed slightly as he could feel a few life energy signatures within the building.

Whoosh!

Derik's body flashed, the doors in his way burst open violently and he appeared in a room where a family of five were living. Three kids were trembling in their mother's hands while the man standing right in front with a kitchen knife in his trembling hands.

Even though the man's body shook, Derik could still see the determination in his eyes. It was obvious this man was willing to die here, protecting his family.

"Impressive… even at the face of death itself you still stand against me… very bold, excellent" Derik said with a wide grin on his face as he walked towards the man.

"Get back… get back… I am warning you!" The man roared and took a step forward.

While gritting his teeth, the man closed his fearful eyes just for a second and when they opened once again, the fear was gone and was replaced with sheer fighting spirit and determination. He let out a roar and dashed forward with the knife in his hands, striking forward.

"I am truly impressed" Derik said with a smile.

As the man lacked proper training, his movements were rigid and easy to read. Derik simply grabbed the man by the hand before the blade could reach his body. As he possessed monstrous strength, the man could only watch him helplessly with fearful eyes.

"What's your name" the black mist that hovered around Derik suddenly vanished, revealing his charming smile.

This startled the man greatly. From the reports and description he has been given over the years, the death mage of Aldemar was practically a monster, a beast! If he were to believe all the stories he has been fed with up till now, he would have assumed that Derik is not human.

But today, he finally came face to face with a charming man who seemed to be compassionate. He refused to believe that this man is the one responsible for hundreds of deaths in the kingdom of Cato and thousands of death at the moonlight forest.

"Wilfred… sir" The man mustered the courage to speak after a while.

"I See" Derik said, letting go of the man's hand.

He walked past the man, towards the kids and the woman there. Upon arrival, Derik crouched and smile at the kids warmly.

"Hello…" Derik muttered and stretched out his hand, offering it to the children there.

Seeing they were too scared, he smiled softly and turned his attention to Wilfred and spoke.

"This use to be my home a few years ago… I apologize for barging in abruptly, I was hoping I would see someone else… I'll be leaving now" Derik said while smiling at the kids.

His storage ring glowed and three gold coins emerged from it. Derik quickly handed over the three gold coins to the three kids with a casual smile.

"Use this to get yourselves some sweets after all of this is over" Derik muttered sweetly.

He simply nodded at the man before walking away, this left everyone confused.

Wasn't the death mage supposed to be a monster and a killing machine?

Wasn't he supposed to be the enemy of all living things?

Was the royal family wrong?

Wilfred was just happy he and his family members were safe. He considered himself extremely lucky and this event completely changed his opinion of the legendary death mage.

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The streets of Briton were lonely and quiet and Derik walked through it without any restriction. He didn't care at all what might pop up at the next moment as he believed no one in this kingdom can face him.

The extra two years he spent in secluded cultivation was not for show. This time he was able to use the final treasure of the dungeon and master his second path. With this, his power has risen to an amazing height. Even though Demos still insisted that Kalos is still a problem, Derik was not really bothered.

He could feel the fearful gazes of families, hiding out in their various houses, staring at him from their windows. A playful smile appeared on his face as he kept moving forward without bothering. Surprisingly, no one stopped him this time, it was obvious that the death avatar has gone ahead to clear the path for him. All these bronze realm guards that fill the small town of Briton can never pose a threat to him. The only people worthy to stand face to face with him, are the ones he's planning to subdue now.

In less than two hours Derik arrived at a certain part of the commercial district, standing right in front of a massive gate, leading to a massive castle. If he is planning to make these people pay for everything that has happened to him, he has to start from the very start.

He pushed the gates open and the usual dog smell washed through his face, making Derik crack a smile. He had to confess, he missed this feeling, this brought back old memories. Derik had a confident smile as he walked in, making his way towards the Lockwood castle.

"I had a feeling you would come…" a voice echoed in Derik's head and numerous vines appeared from beneath, proceeding to bind Derik.

Instantly, two blurry figures appeared from the sides, with their claws raised high and their yellow eyes burning bright. Their claws and fangs were heading towards his throat and their killing intentions could not be hidden either.

This was an ambush! And they were planning to one-shot Derik.

Derik could feel his skin burning and he realized that the vines were dripping wet with what seemed to smell like wolves bane.

"So violent…" Derik chuckled and his fiery darkish purple eyes lit up.

His death aura burst out of his body, completely shattering the veins while blowing Lucas and Rolan away.

"To think you sent these kids against me… I feel hurt…" the friendly smile on Derik's face vanished as he kept moving forward, not minding Rolan and Lucas who were blown away a few seconds ago.

His cold gaze was fixed on Scott and Brian who stood beside the nature guardian spirit element host, Francis.

"Its been too long!" Derik revealed a vicious smile this time. Revealing his fangs and claws in the process