Chapter 431 - 431: Strength of a bishop!

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

He could feel the wind brush against his face as he dashed forward with his upper half leaning forward as he cleaved through enemy forces effortlessly. Dashing forward nonstop, Derik felt the excitement of battle he had l.u.s.ted over for so long. For the first time since he came to this world, he felt a surge of power, flowing into his body. The hatred, fear, rage, and all negative emotions were like pleasant feelings to him.

"Shit!" 

Derik slid on his knees while leaning back to dodge an attack meant to separate his head from his body. While he moved his hands worked as he brandished his weapon against all those in his path. With a thin layer of death aura laced around his blades, each attack was a death blow for his enemy and no weapon could block his attacks.

"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!"

Loud screams were heard as Derik bulldozed through the enemy forces and kept moving deeper. Even though he was hundreds of meters away, his vicious gaze was fixed on the bishop and the bald king stationed behind their forces.

"If a king doesn't move first then he has no right to expect his people to march into battle! I hate it when I see spineless leaders who are unable to lead their fighters to victory or defeat, instead they choose to hide behind their forces until the battle is over! Despicable!" Derik's eyes released a darkish purple light as he stomped the ground, shooting into the air as if he was taking flight.

Shooting out of the crowd and into the air, Derik gazed at his targets with a vicious grin on his face as he took aim and tossed his double-bladed spear at the bishop. Everyone watched as the spear shot forward like a missile and never showed signs of slowing down until it reached the bishop!

Peng!

"What the?" Derik muttered as he descended from above and back into the crowd of enemies with an astonished look on his face. 

He clearly saw a semi-transculent wall of light appear in front of the bishop to block his attack. While he fell he watched the bishop throw his palm towards his direction.

Bam!

Something strong slammed into the airborne Derik, sending him flying meters back. His body slammed into the enemy forces, knocking them off their feet as he slid back.

Puti!

Derik spat out a mouthful of black blood as he slowly got on his feet. He had a hint of surprise in his eyes since he never expected someone in this powerless world to possess this amount of power. He finally understood how the church of light works. The higher one's ranking is, the more power the person is able to draw from the beyond. He couldn't help but wonder how powerful the archbishop and the pope are.

In his current body, he can't boldly display death magic since he's still using Lucia's identity but that doesn't mean he won't be able to perform little tricks that will go unnoticed to the normal human eyes.

"The last bishop I faced was named Aldora… he was a thousand times stronger than you and he ended up serving me as an undead general, up till my last days!  Old man, you will suffer the same fate!" Derik growled as he shot forward like a missile.

Swoosh!

He blitzes past the enemies even before they could raise their weapons and judging based on the fact that he didn't kill anyone it was clear his only target here is the bishop!

"SHOW ME THAT POWER AGAIN!" Derik was pushing this body to its physical limits as he tried to influence it with his god-beast soul without triggering a transformation.

Anyone who looks close enough would see Derik's blazing purple eyes and fangs. As he moved pieces of his armor began falling off and crumbling, leaving Derik astonished. He found it hard to believe a mortal could shatter an armor he strengthened with his death aura.

"It doesn't matter since you are going to die anyway!" Derik roared as his already insane speed increased further. At this point, he looked like a wild beast determined to destroy its foe.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, the bishop didn't look bothered. The look in his eyes was filled with confidence as he watched Derik approach while mumbling some words.

Swoosh!

Breaking through the enemy lines, Derik growled before lunging towards the bishop who was surrounded by a few knights of light.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Even before these knights could react, Derik had already delivered crippling blows which sent them flying! 

"You are mine now!" Derik growled as claws appeared in his hands as he struck forward ruthlessly.

"SILENCE DEMON!" The bishop roared as an explosion occurred

Boom!

The shockwave was so powerful, the bald king of Hosu alongside his horse were sent flying meters back. The battle raging on paused for a brief moment as everyone watched both men struggle. The bishops eyes let out blazing white light as he was surrounded by what looked like a hurricane while Derik was outside the hurricane, slamming into it relentlessly. 

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The longer the battle lasted the bigger the hurricane got but even then everyone watched Derik force his way in.

Puti!

Spitting out another mouthful of black blood, Derik wore a sinister grin, revealing his fangs which was stained with black blood as he slowly walked towards the priest who was located at the center of the storm with great effort.

"Did you just call me a demon? Are all members of this church so clueless? The true gods has returned to this world and soon, the beyond you all serve will die at our hands and once again balance will be returned to this world…" Derik laughed crazily.

Right now, both he and the bishop were hidden within the storm, so no one could see or hear them, they could only wait for the storm to clear and the victor of the battle to be declared.

"What do you mean by the true gods? I will not be easily deceived by the words of a demon… The lord of light cannot be defeated by anyone!" The bishop replied, after which he began mumbling some strange words all over again.

"Is that so? Is that what you were told? HAHAHAHAHA! The knowledge of mere mortals like yourself is too limited and that's why you dare face off against the god of death! As far as history is concerned no one is truly immortal! No one is truly invincible! There was a time, I too believed I cannot be killed but here I am, in the body of a weak mortal, trying to recover my lost strength and reclaim my position as the true god of death…. Sad right?" 

When Derik said these words, he was already standing right in front of the bishop with a devilish grin on his face.

"You were strong old man, but not strong enough!" Derik said.