370 Chapter 370: Before departure 3

Over the years, Derik has never even shed a tear or shown any sign of remorse when destroying and ravaging settlements, slaughtering his former friends and foes, or even defenseless citizens. This has gone up to the point that his sect members do not consider him human anymore, so his affectionate and passionate words were exactly the last thing these people expected to hear today but based on the serious expression Derik wore, they could tell he wasn't joking.

"Is it doubt, confusion, and utter rejection I see? Why do you think it's impossible for me to have such feelings? Or do you think someone like me cannot possess such desires? Stupid!" Derik's eyes let out a green flash as the thoughts of everyone below him constantly echoed in his head. This reminded him when he was still weaker, the same way Demos could read his thoughts perfectly, this also proved the fact that he and Cyrus were about to go through a major breakthrough.

"Extremely disappointing" Derik hissed as he showed off his right hand for everyone to see and under their confused gaze, claws began to sprout on them until a complete set of five thick black claws formed.

Bam!

Puff!

While some chose to cover their head in fear due to the lingering thought that they may have angered Derik and he was trying to punish them and the others simply gazed at the hand his claws filled with fear. Either way, neither of the two groups expected to see Derik drive his right hand into his chest, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of black blood. These people watched as Derik pulled out his hand, allowing the black blood to gush out uncontrollably.

"As you can see, I bleed like any other mortal… I feel pain like any other mortal… So why am I not allowed to share the desires that any other mortal can possess?" Derik asked with a straight face.

Everyone could only watch in horror as the fist-sized hole on his chest closed up as soon as he pulled his hand out. They all had one or two things to say but none of them dared to speak up since they were all afraid and they also knew that Derik was making a valid point. Either way, it didn't matter much since Derik could easily read their thoughts and reply accordingly.

But the question now is, who?

Swoosh!

With a simple hand gesture an invisible force pulled out a youth from the crowd, the last person everyone expected to be chosen. Half his hair was silver while the other half was darkish purple, just like his skin color which had countless darkish purple spots on them. It was clear this kid did not possess any form of evil magic or dark magic making it even more difficult for these people to understand why Derik had chosen this kid. The kid had only been mutated by Derik's aura, but that never made him a bonafide member of their little sect, that's why people barely took notice of him.

"Blink will be my successor… Is there a problem?" Derik slowly turned to Blake who was levitating behind him.

The killing intent oozing from Blake was enough to overshadow everyone else present, combined! That's why Derik couldn't help but take notice of it. Even then he remained calm and his charming smile never faded. Countless thoughts of methods to resolve this issue popped up in his mind but Derik pushed them all aside since they all ended with Blake been gruesomely murdered by him. No matter who he use to be in the past, after his encounter with his family, Derik was determined to be different, to do things differently, if not he would have instantly killed Blake on the spot.

"What makes him more qualified than I am… than any of the other four here! We are all sworn brothers and sisters… Unlike these other people, the six of us are family? Why would an outsider who doesn't even possess any form of dark magic take what belongs to us? I won't allow this!" Blake ground and his aura spiked, releasing a powerful wave of darkish purple death aura.

"Heee? Mid-grade of the silver realm in just two years? cute!" Derik flashed a warm smile as he slowly stretched his hands towards Blake.

The youth wanted to flee but his body refused to respond, paralyzed by fear. For a moment everywhere was shrouded in darkness and all he could see were the boney hands of the grim reaper reaching for his head while in reality and probably what the others saw, Derik was simply reaching for Blake, gently tapping his forehead with a single finger.