354 Chapter 354: Joining hands

"Don't talk like you have already won! You damned human!" The orc overseer roared as he grabbed the empty air and pulled back.

Xiu!

At this point, Derik had already forgotten the massive green spear the orc overseer was riding before he was knocked off. The attack was so fast that Derik could barely react! He could only watch the green spear fly towards him from the corner of his eyes.

"Clumsy as always!" Cyrus' voice echoed the next moment and his massive guardian weapon appeared by Derik's side, parrying the attack for the death mage.

Before Derik could express his gratitude he realized Cyrus was already standing beside him with his hands wrapped around his chest. Unlike before, Cyrus had lost his usual glow and even his size had reduced. At the moment he was no taller than Derik and Derik knew why.

"I told you but you won't listen…. Don't go big against everyone you see…. Unless the demigod chooses to increase his or her size only then should you do the same… It makes you slow!" Derik complained while Cyrus looked away in shame.

Indeed, he had realized his blunder by increasing his size when going up against the overseer, not only was he slower but he was a bigger target! Even though he knew Derik was right he wasn't planning on admitting it.

"We will have to join hands if we wish to defeat this demigod!" Cyrus quickly changed the topic.

"We will?" Derik asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Of course dummy… it may seem like we have the advantage now… It may seem like we are destined to win but what if he goes all out? His death means the death of those orcs he's trying to protect and probably the death of all the other orcs spread across this world! We have been pushing and when he finally hits the wall he will definitely bite back!" Cyrus slapped the back of Derik's head while he explained.

Considering this Derik found it reasonable. The orc overseer has been holding back all this while because he just wished to protect the weaker orcs around. The question now is this, when the overseer realizes it can win against them while holding back and its death means the death of not only the orcs in this settlement but also that of the others in the various continents spread across this world, will it still be willing to hold back?

The answer was definitely a no! because Derik knew what he would have done if he were in a similar position.

"Dummy, that promise had nothing to do with Demigods… only when we join hands can we call this a fair fight!" Cyrus said.

Bang!

The golden broadsword once again deflected the green spear aimed at Derik, drawing their attention to the overseer once again. They could tell the overseer had no intention of letting them chat away and Derik also noticed the death aura in the man had reduced drastically.

"Is he forcefully purging my death aura with nothing but his own aura?" Derik's expression turned ugly upon realization.

Cyrus was shocked when he heard this and when he looked closer, he realized Derik wasn't joking. A good portion of the overseer's body which was gray had regained its green color and more of Derik's death aura was been pushed out.

This was driving him crazy!

It was one thing to suppress the rotting effect of Derik's death aura with just his aura and no light or life magic, that Cyrus could understand and accept but purging the death aura was another thing altogether. He saw this as an insult to him, the life mage who is meant to be the only one capable of countering Derik!

"We must kill him… here and now!" Cyrus roared and Derik nodded in approval!

"You support… I attack!" Derik's words sounded like a growl as he clasped his hands together.

Instantly over twenty spatial gates were created, surrounding them and their foe.

"I didn't think I will be needing your strength so earlier on, bear with me" Derik muttered to his three undead generals currently residing within him.

The next moment a ten-meter tall golden man-shaped statue appeared with six hands. its eyes were filled with darkness and countless twinkling stars lighting it up. The body of this golden construct seemed stiff and strong as if it were made of gold and around its neck were golden beads. Similar beads like that were also found around all six hands. Its facial expression carried no hate, joy, anger, rage, or any form of emotion. There was just indifference, like a god about to carry out judgment upon its creations. On its right hand was an hourglass filled with golden sand and on its left was a golden divine scythe used to reap the lives of the unjust! Upon its head was a golden halo representing the holy nature of the newborn deity!

"It's your turn next old friend… I'll be needing your strength as well!" Derik muttered!

Upon saying these words, Derik's death scythe appeared in his hands and his darkish green energy soon began to gather around it. Before anyone could express their shock, they realized all the mana in the atmosphere was been siphoned by Derik. At this moment his eyes were blazing green and his body was shrouded by raging green flames!

"Gin… Kalos… Aldora!" Cyrus gasped in shock.