Chapter 411 - 411: God of death has returned

Bam!

The carriage suddenly stopped and he heard loud noises outside. His eyes flared up with mana as he saw numerous soul signatures surrounding their carriage. 

"Bandits…" Derik said with a hint of amus.e.m.e.nt in his voice as he rubbed his chin lightly.

Even though there were several people around, he didn't look scared or worried. Instead, an idea popped up in his mind as a vicious grin popped up in his mind. These people occasionally prayed to the god of death and destruction but he could still sense hints of doubts in them. He was sure it was because the god of death and destruction is yet to give them a sign. 

"Well then, let me give them the sign they desire!" Derik said with a sinister smile on his face.

The appearance of these bandits did not come as a surprise since the carriage he was on bore the banner of his noble family, they were practically a moving target and Derik was well aware of this before embarking on this journey. Also, Lucia's family went ahead to prepare a small force of five capable warriors to escort Lucia on this trip. By the way, it was only after Derik defeated Chloe did these people begin to give him the respect he deserves. So since they couldn't stop him, they could only assist him in the little way they can without discomforting him.

Swoosh!

Puff!

Before the coachman could even scream for help, an arrow pierced through his left eye, puncturing his brain, killing him almost instantly.

"Interesting" Derik chuckled as he stretched his hands forth and released a powerful suction force that allowed him to snatch the soul of the coachman.

In the process of consuming this soul, Derik realized how different this world is from the original. Unlike the past where people cultivate and strengthen their souls in the process, those around here are quite different. They are just normal humans with extremely feeble souls so consuming them brings no benefits to him unless he decides to use them for his necromancy magic.

"I really need to get my godly essence back… this weakness is just way too disgusting…. Even for me" Derik complained.

After returning to this world, Derik promptly realized he couldn't summon his undead legion. The first reason was mostly because of mana. In a mana dry world like this, where he barely has enough energy to sustain himself, how would he be able to provide for gold realm undead? And the second reason was simply because he couldn't.

Before his death, he sent everything important to him into his realm and shut the passageway. To be able to gain access to these things, he needs to be able to reopen the passageway to his realm and in his current condition, he is too weak to make that happen.

"Gaaaahh!"

"AAAARRRGGGH!"

Derik heard cries of pain, and with a glance, he could tell that the soldiers meant to protect him have been slaughtered. The enemy troops were over fifteen but he had only five people meant to protect him. 

The outcome was within his expectations!

Bam!

The door of the carriage yanked open and one of the soldiers covered in blood gazed at him with a terrified look on his face.

"You must flee my lor…." Before he could complete his words an arrow pierced his skull from behind.

"Huh? Are they all dead? I guess it's time to make my move" Derik chuckled as he consumed all five souls of the soldiers meant to protect him.

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"Surround it…. The person within must be a very wealthy person… if we can seize him, all this will definitely be worth it!" A bald topless man with a club roared to the rest of his group and they slowly surrounded the carriage.

The name of this bandit group is leafless. While a lot of people argue that the name isn't as menacing as it should be, each member of this group are trained fighters who were dishonored for one reason or another during their time in the military, causing them to lose their position and status in life. These people strongly believe they were treated unfairly in life, so they dedicated the rest of their lives to oppressing the rich and noblemen of this kingdom who dare step foot into the slums and when they are not fighting against noblemen, they engage in petty crimes like r.a.p.e and armed robbery.

Brrrrrrrrrr!

Suddenly the carriage they were approaching was set on fire and a figure promptly shot out of it. The surrounding people watched as the carriage was been burnt down by darkish purple flames and above it was a man dressed in an expensive robe and a hood covering his face, levitating above the carriage majestically.

At first, they cleaned their eyes a couple of times in disbelief since none of these people should have any crazy abilities.

"Fear, rage, disbelief, hate… I can feel all of it… the people of this kingdom have prayed to the god of death and finally, the god of death has responded… I the messenger of death has come to this world for the sake of the people here… The leafless bandit group has committed crimes against the innocent and weak and I am here to collect their soul!" Derik's voice was like two hoarse voices overlapping each other, making it impossible for anyone to recognize him, and within the hood, his face was covered by a skull mask, making it impossible for anyone to identify him as well.

His words spread across the slums and people couldn't help but shoot a gaze at the skies, to see the man or god being who was speaking. His words struck deep into their hearts and for a short while these people felt elated and ecstatic. They all cl.u.s.tered to watch the battle between this man who claims to be the messenger of death and the leafless bandit group who has terrorized the people of the slums for too long!