11 Slaughter and Conquer (1/2)

Lacha and Gregor were blasted back, and they were shocked beyond belief. There was only one thing in this world that had an aura this demonic and dark.

”You're a Necromancer! An evil creature that needs to be destroyed!!!”

They both roared and launched at Derrick again, not sensing the imminent danger. Seeing how ignorant and weak they were, Derricks' face twisted and a wicked smile appeared. The commotion also attracted all the soldiers in the vicinity, and he was now facing dozens of them.

”Human, do you need my help? Breathing on them should be enough to kill them hehehe...”

Drakos' coarse laugh sounded in Derrick's consciousness.

”Letting you out for these pathetic weaklings would be my greatest shame. I won't even need to use my weapon...”

While leading the soldiers, Lacha and Gregor were almost back in front of Derrick, and they were brimming with killing intent. They had heard stories of Necromancers and how they represented the scum of society.

Derricks' smile never disappeared, and he took one step forward, meeting them head-on. Just before they swung their weapons, his aura amplified and went berserk, making him explode in strength. The expression of the attackers fell, and they tried to stop their momentum, albeit too late.

*BANG*

With a swing of his left arm, he violently knocked Lacha to the side and with his right, pierced Gregor's chest, squeezing his beating heart. Anger, disbelief, grief... All of these emotions were rushing through Gregor as he looked at the bloodied arm inside his body.

”Pl... Plea... Please... It... was... a... mis... misunderstanding...”

The chief could barely talk as blood invaded his trachea. Derrick's smile froze and his bottomless eyes displayed a fury rarely seen in the world.

”You tried to kill me, lost and still have the fucking audacity to plead with me!?! DIE!!!”

His hand gripped with all his strength and instantly turned the heart to bits. Gregor went stiff before falling to the ground in a dull thump. The soldiers that witnessed their leaders being blown back had already stopped advancing and were stupefied.

Their chief and strongest fighter had been killed in a single move and even pleaded for his life on his deathbed. Terror now invaded their bodies, and they couldn't move an inch. Adding on the murderous aura coming from Derrick, a single emotion could be felt : despair.

Lacha, who had been gravely injured, watched the scene and trembled uncontrollably. They had rushed into this situation without assessing their opponent's intentions and strength. In a way, they had signed their death warrants.

Derrick's icy gaze fell on the soldiers and without speaking another word, he exploded forward. What ensued was a bloody rampage where limbs, heads, organs and blood flew everywhere. It was like the God of Death had descended and calamity was its salvation.

In Derrick's mind, the familiar prompt flashed, and he went wild with joy.