Chapter 424 - 424: Rebuilding the palace of death(1)

"Huh?" 

None of the priests expected Derik to be able to speak in this condition. Normally, any possessed person or supernatural beings caught by the chains of the beyond are either too weak to speak or they just scream in pain and agony. Only now did these people realize that Derik was yet to scream in pain or cry out for help or mercy. He kept gazing at them with a bone-chilling smile that made them feel like death was present in the room.

"I ask again… what am I?" Derik asked with the same sinister smile on his face causing the priests to take a step back instinctively.

Thinking back on the information they gathered so far, Lucia arrived, and even after a purification ceremony was carried out by the late Father Khalid, he still wasn't detected. Only after his appearance did the fiery demon wolf appear, alongside the messenger of death, and today, the gates of the underworld were opened by this man and demonic beasts entered this world for the very first time since the defeat of the god of death and destruction.

It was obvious he was no normal evil spirit!

Maybe he is truly a messenger as he claimed.

At first, they were overwhelmed by fear and the thought of fleeing filled their mind but soon the fear vanished and was replaced with greed and excitement. These three priests realized that Derik was yet to break free from the constraints placed on him so they assumed he couldn't. After analyzing the situation and realizing that Derik was no normal evil spirit, they wondered the kinds of promotion they will receive when the news that they dispelled the messenger of death who opened the gates of the underworld and slaughtered fifteen thousand men alone. They may be given the position of Archbishops instantly!

"You are just another evil spirit while many see you as powerful, you are no different from the small bugs I have crushed… You won't be the first or the last evil I purge from this world!" the bald priest stepped forward and spoke boldly.

It was obvious that the other two were still not too sure so the bald man chose to step up and take all the credit. He quickly pulled out a strange flask while whispering some words, he poured a large amount of holy water which instantly released a scorching sound, and Derik's figure was soon shrouded in smoke.

"Who sent you, speak and I will give you a painless death!" The fat man barked boldly.

Woosh!

A strong wind blew into the room, blowing away the entire smoke with his mouth, Derik sighed annoyingly and effortlessly shook off the chains from his body and walked towards the terrified fat man.

Pa!

Gripping on to the bald man's neck with just one hand, Derik pulled him off the ground.

"This is so boring and disappointing" Derik yawned as he turned his attention to the two priests present. 

From the beginning, he has always hated the concept of religion and that's why he only makes use of it in a dire situation. In his past life he did not build up a sanctuary in his name, neither did he force people to worship him. He just let things happen as they should and never tried to be something else in a bid to gain the attention and admiration of mortals.

In his opinion, Religion, in general, is for the weak-minded who cannot face reality alone so they put their faith in a nonexistent being who does not give a crap about them. Religion promotes dependency and that's what he hated the most about it.

Seeing that their god's strength has failed, these three priests were so terrified that there was almost no difference between them and terrified children. This terrified everyone present!

"I AM DERIK ANGUS, THE ONE THAT PUT YOUR SO-CALLED GOD OF LIGHT TO SLEEP… ALL YOU ALL DO IS DRAW IS NOT EVEN UP TO A FRAGMENT OF HIS STRENGTH… WATCHING YOU ALL TRY TO SUBDUE ME WITH SUCH INSIGNIFICANT AMOUNT OF POWER VEXES ME GREATLY" Derik's voice shook the entire building and it slowly began to crumble.

Everyone screamed and they tried to move but they could not move a muscle.  They screamed and cried out in fear as they gazed at Derik's shadow and saw something strange. Even though he had the body of a human, his shadow was that of a mighty werewolf. They thought back on the scriptures that described the God of death and destruction in his normal form and they couldn't help but realize that Derik may be the real deal!

Having the right to summon the gates of the underworld in the human realm, the consuming of the souls of the dead, and even his looks fit in perfectly. Ever since he took over Lucia's body, the body has been slowly changing form to match the shape of his original body. It was expected since it would be strange if a god's soul doesn't affect the mortal body in some way.

In fact, a god's soul shouldn't be able to exist in a mortal body at all! 

"What is a god doing in a mortal body! You are supposed to be dead!" The elderly priest said as he brought out a pendant that looked like a light ray, pointing it forward.

Derik couldn't help but chuckle while seeing this. While this may be insignificant for him, it's enough to suppress the supernatural beings of this world so he didn't completely write them off. It wasn't that their powers are false, it was just that these powers are nothing for someone like him. 

"Well, just like your religion says, I was killed by the lord of light but it didn't add that your god was gravely injured in that battle and it's currently trapped in a deep slumber until its wounds are completely healed… as for me, gods cannot be killed, we just vanish and reappear a few hundred or thousand years later… as for how my soul is able to inhabit the body of a mere mortal… let's just say, I am weakened now, but I'm still strong enough to wipe the floor with all of you!" Derik sneered