Chapter 415 - 415: Taking advantage

In the opinion of the civilians observing, even though Lucia is fighting against them, he has gained their respect. It doesn't matter if he wins or loses, he is still a legend in their eyes!

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Soldiers of the king marched towards the location of the battlefield with carriages carrying the royal family and the most important nobles of the kingdom. Arriving at the destination, they watched in disbelief as Lucia and the masked man clashed. The so called messenger of death was dressed in bone armor and his face was covered with a skull-shaped mask with bull horns. With its cloak gone, its slightly gigantic figure coupled with its buff build and equipment made it even more imposing. No matter how much they thought of it, these people couldn't help but wonder how Lucia has survived for so long against a being as terrifying as this.

"You have fought gallantly, for that reason I will give you a chance to serve the god of death… I am sure he will grant you power beyond your wildest imagination!" the messenger of death said with its deep voice which could make anyone shiver.

Hearing his offer, the royal family couldn't help but gulp down a ball of saliva in fear. The greatest fear of any ruler is if their most talented fighter is recruited by the enemy and that is exactly why Lucia did this. He planned to make these fat, useless men realize his worth and because of this, he will earn even more benefits.

The ground suddenly began to tremble terribly as war weapons were been pushed forward. Watching the royal family and nobles bring war ballista and catapults to use in such a densely populated area, filled Derik with disgust. Back then when he was still a palace master, he was willing to risk his life even for the weakest member of his palace of the dead, yet these idiots dare plan to use this in a place where the weak and defenseless citizens but he had no intentions of stopping them, the more hate the people bore towards the royal family and nobles, the easier his work becomes and the more negative emotions he can draw power from.

"Lord Lucia we are here to support you, please step back!" the captain of the royal guards shouted out loud as the war weapons were put in place.

Swoosh!

Peng!

They watched Lucia crouch low to evade the scythe attack meant to decapitate him in one go. In response, Lucia quickly followed up by slashing hard at the born armor but he couldn't even leave a scratch on it.

Woosh!

The messenger of death suddenly reached out to him but Lucia was fast enough to duck to the side while delivering a strong left foot at the face, forcing the masked man to retreat by a few steps.

Fire!

Bang!

A human-sized bolt shot so fast that even Derik could barely see it. It struck the messenger of death even before it could try to defend against it. The force of the attack was enough to knock it off its feet and send it flying but it didn't even leave a scratch on the bone armor, causing the royal family and the nobles to gasp in fear.

"Mere mortals dare try to defile a God?" the messenger asked with a light chuckle that sent cold shivers down the spines of all those who heard him.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three more rounds were fired but it could only force the messenger of death to retreat by three steps, even then it couldn't leave a scratch on its armor. This made the people wonder how Lucia even got to survive for this long. Soon, people began to flee as the boulders on the catapult were set on fire and ready to launch. Derik watched in shock since he never expected these people to be shameless and ruthless.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Lucia growled at the captain of the royal guard.

Jumping in front of the countless citizens present, he gripped his double-bladed spear tight as he watched the royal guards prepare to fire. He originally thought he would need to put in a lot more effort if he wishes to win the approval and support of the people since he never expected the royal family to make such stupid mistakes like this.

"There are people here, hundreds of them… defenseless citizens who have nothing to do with this freak of nature… do you really wish to use these war weapons even when you know your people will be caught in the crossfire?" Lucia refused to move, using his body to shield the countless civilians standing behind him.

The image of his firm back was etched in the hearts of all those who watched him and the next moment he could feel the power of faith pouring into him tremendously. Just as much as these people were beginning to love Lucia who seemed to be perfect, in all ways, their hatred for the royal family kept rising.

Drawing strength from both positive and negative emotions, another small portion of Derik's hair turned purple as he could feel his strength returning.

[Everyone's emotions are at the peak… if I must make a move, to solidify my position in the hearts of these people, it has to be now!] Derik thought.

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Within one of the royal carriages, a chubby man with curly yellow hair and dressed in expensive royal attire watched the situation unfold from the window of the carriage. Sitting in front of him was another man who looked slightly older, with a well-combed gray hair tied back into a ponytail. His spectacles gave him a calm and intellectual look and his royal attire complemented his hairstyle.

"We can't possibly kill an assert like him… not only is he strong and capable but he's the closest person there is to perfection in this kingdom," the gray-haired man said fearfully.