LEGENDARY GUARDIAN 152 Chapter 152: The Loop

"Please… please we are sorry" John cried out loud.

"It's too late to apologize…" Derik muttered to himself

He wasn't kind enough to listen to their pleas so he bombarded them with all he had until nothing but a puddle of blood, flesh, and bones remained. He was about to move forward but then he fell unconscious again.

......….

Derik yanked his eyes open and found himself in a large room with a might iron door in front and a small window, protected with iron bars. Strange voices kept echoing in his head, preventing him from thinking straight. He tried to move and suddenly felt like he was bound by ma.s.sive chains which prevented him from moving.

Clank!

Clank!!

Clank!!!

He tried to force his death aura out to consume the mighty iron chains that bound him tightly to the wall but each time he tried, grey ancient writings appeared on the shackles and his body was struck by a powerful jolt of electricity that left him s.h.i.+vering after each strike.

"d.a.m.n it… why do I feel like I have been here before" Derik muttered as tried to gather his thoughts but then a powerful headache always ensured forcing him to relax his thoughts and focus on the situation at hand

"They dare to hold me down? They court death!" Derik roared like a beast and a blue light shone brightly in his pitch-black eyes.

Fangs appeared on his teeth and claw sprouted on his fingernails. His blazing blue eyes burnt more fiercely than ever as he utilized his brute strength to challenge the mighty shackles that bound him.

Bam!

Bam!!

Bam!!

With each attempt to break free from the shackles that bound him to the cold walls of this cell, a mighty jolt of electricity struck him but that didn't stop him from struggling even harder. Blood rolled down his eyes and nostrils and his body looked paler than ever.

He bit his lower lips and blood burst out as he let out a resounding roar when he attempted to break free a final time.

Boooom!!!

The shackles shattered under Derik's superior strength and a portion of the wall was broken as well. Derik wiped the red blood off his lips and when he was about to proceed he felt dizzy and his vision blurred, before falling on one knee.

At this point, he realized that the chains did not only stop him from utilizing his magic but it also drained him of every single drop magic power in him. That explains why his blood became red again and his flaming eyebrows were just normal.

Derik began wondering what type of equipment was used to create such powerful binding shackles and why such a deadly tool will be wasted on him. Murderous intentions flashed in his eyes as his enhanced senses picked up multiple footsteps of men in steel armor heading towards his location.

Since his mind still felt like it was covered by a thick mist he didn't want to dwell on thoughts of how he got here and quickly dashed forward.

Boom!

With a single punch, Derik burst the door open and leaped to the wall by the side running on with all fours for a while before jumping on the first soldier that appeared.

Luckily for him, these men were just at the low grade of the bronze realm so he found it easy to deal with them.

His werewolf strength was way more effective than enough to deal with guardian knights in the bronze realm. Immediately he pounced on the man, he used his claw to rip the iron armor open and ultimately ripped his throat out.

"There he is… Stop him… we have to buy some time for the royal guards of the Gyro family to appear, only then will we be able to subdue him" A man with a spear roared.

Hearing the word 'Gyro' spiked a renewed hatred and rage in Derik's heart, once so powerful that he forgot his primary goal and decided to kill off these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds first

Roar!

Derik shot forward like an arrow, appearing right in front of a swordsman with his fists clenched.

Boom!

Before anyone could react he slammed his fists into the man's chest, crus.h.i.+ng the steel armor and punching the life out of the man in an instant.

Wooos.h.!.+

The man who had a spear early did not delay, they were only ten of them here and two of them have already been killed, he dared not waste any time and acted swiftly.

He thrust his spear forward just at the right time, while Derik was still recovering from his attack. And the spear tore through Deriks skin, penetrating deep into his shoulder!.

Roar!

Derik who was already consumed by his rage did not cry in pain or retreat. Instead, he let out a roar and used his claws to break the wooden body of the spear, pulling it out of his shoulders and driving it into the guard's skull.

He let out a roar and shot forward towards the soldiers still dazed by his initial action. Seeing the incoming death mage, they gathered themselves and thrust their weapons forward in hopes of stopping the death mage from proceeding with his attack.

Puti!

Puff!!

To their greatest surprise, Derik drove his body right into their readied weapons just to get to them. He used his fist to shatter the skull of the man closest to him while simultaneously grabbing the woman who was planning to flee by the hand.

Crack!

Bone shattering sounds coupled with metal bending sounds echoed in the lonely hallway before, Derik forcefully pulled away from her helmet and sank his fangs into her throat, ripping it out with his teeth.

Puti!

Puti!!

The guards who were still around pulled out their weapons from Derik's body and struck once again but to their greatest surprise Derik didn't even flinch, instead, he let out another roar, grabbling another unfortunate female guard by the skull, crus.h.i.+ng her head along with her helmet.

"Re…retreat!" A man screamed in fear and dashed towards the exit of the other hallway. Seeing the man run, the others ran as well, leaving their weapons stuck deep into Derik's body.

"Where do you think you are going" Derik roared. A sinister grin appeared on his face revealing his bloodied red teeth.

His body shot forward as he chased after the other members of the group fleeing for their lives.

.........…

The sound of screams and cries of people finally subsided in the hallway and Derik stepped out. His body was covered in red blood but all the injuries on his body had already been healed.

His burning blue eyes flickered as he scanned the room and realized that the hallway led directly to the royal palace courtyard. His eyes showed hints of anger and malicious intentions as he considered the next action to take.

Standing here and waiting for the royal guards to arrive was probably the most stupid action to take since the members of the royal family should be with them too and if someone like Kalos should arrive, he may not be able to escape here with his life. Or he could find a way to hide, rest, and leave the city as soon as his power completely recovers. He knew that fighting the royal family here would not make any sense and will probably lead to his death so Derik was urged to pick the second option but then something happened.

Images of the events of the past flashed across his eyes and he remembered every single betrayal that took place during his short stay here. His eyes narrowed and his eyebrows were knitted together when he saw the images of his father and sister testifying against him. At this point, all forms of reasoning to Derik became useless and he was quickly consumed by his rage.

He sat on the throne and gathered his power, trying to recover his lost power while he patiently waited for the royal guards to appear.

.........…..

He stopped in his tracks once again and pondered on this every moment and this very moment felt too familiar to him. Derik felt nauseated and considered his next course of action well.

............

[F**k it all] he screamed in his heart.

On this very day, he swore to make them feel his pain. Even if it costs him his life and he makes them feel just a fraction of the pain he was currently going through right now, he definitely won't regret a thing.

Derik climbed up the throne and sat on it, closing his eyes while meditating….

After an unknown amount of time…

The ma.s.sive golden doors of the royal courtyard yanked open and Cyrus with the former members of the adventurer a.s.sociation recruit team guardians appeared. Their eyes were filled with shock and astonishment when they saw Derik seated on the throne.

His eyebrows were burning bright again and his death aura filled the room, it was obvious that he has recovered a reasonable amount of power thanks to his werewolf side which allows him to regenerate mana very quickly

"He has recovered… quickly everyone… battle formations" Cyrus roared and the mages moved back while the melee types moved forward.

It was at this point in time that Derik's eyes yanked open and his cold gaze swept across all those in the room. He heard that the previous royal guards were replaced by the members of the team guardian with Cyrus as the head, seeing the way they responded he knew that they also had a hand in his captivity and that explains why they reacted the way they did when the saw.

These people were meant to be his friends, his family, instead they sold him off just for a few benefits just like his actual family and even now they already replaced him with a new archer. Mason!

This was the kid he shared a room with when he first joined the archery cla.s.s, to think that these people will also drag him into this matter, it's a pity Derik did not have much mercy to spare

.........…..

Derik remained stationary for a while as he watched Derik act but then again he felt something was definitely wrong. He gazed at his past teammates for a while with heavy eyes and considered dialogue for the first time.

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"Ooo power of death, grant thy servant power and lend thee thy strength… Give me the power to vanquish all those who stand against thee and by the end of this day, thy heads shall hang on the tip of thy spear! Death magic: Bone spear" Derik roared and grabbed the bone spear as he flew towards them at incredible speed, destroying the throne in the process.

He raised his armed bone spear up high and hacked down of Donald without mercy.

"Monster!" Donald roared as he desperately fought back against Derik with his broadsword.  His sword suddenly began to tremble and a hazy white aura gathered around it and he quickly slashed at Derik with malicious intentions

"You dare face me with a mere bronze level magic weapon… such insolence!" Derik roared and a ma.s.sive amount of death aura burst out of his bone spear as he struck at Donald.

Crack!

Bang!!

Puti!!!

Derik's bone spear collided with Donald's bronze level combat technique, and before Donald could react his magic weapon shattered and Derik's spear struck his chest and his death aura invaded the b.l.o.o.d.y hole in an instant.

"Don't you dare!" Derik roared and struck the empty s.p.a.ce behind him and a figure appeared. Daemon struggled with the bone spear in her belly and before she could react, Derik's left hand reached for her throat, leaving a deep wound on her throat with his sharp claws, killing her instantly.

Whoos.h.!.+

Whoos.h.!.+

Whoos.h.!.+

An arrow struck Derik's right shoulder but it still wasn't strong enough to penetrate even deeper. His figure flashed as he maneuvered through the rest of the attack and reached mason within a second, driving his hand into the archer's chest and pulling out his heart.

Before Derik could even crush the heart in his hands, he was. .h.i.t by a ma.s.sive ball of fire which forced him to retreat by a few steps and a blood spear flew through the flames and forcefully rammed its way into his chest.

Puti!

Derik spat out a mouthful of black blood but he wasn't planning on giving them the chance to counter-attack. He already knew that Cyrus was stuck with healing Donald and that's why he has not yet made a move.

Thrusting his hands forward a darkish purple magic array appeared right in front of Derik and a malicious smile appeared on his face

"Ooo G.o.d of death, lord of the underworld and ruler of all d.a.m.ned souls in it, hear the plea of thy faithful servant and burn thy foe with the unquenchable flames of h.e.l.l, even thy ashes will not remain! Death magic: h.e.l.l flame!" Derik roared and a sea of darkish purple flames poured out of his mouth and dashed towards everyone in front of him, every small s.p.a.ce in the room making escape nearly impossible.

Booooom!!!

At the capital of the Gyro kingdom, a ma.s.sive explosion occurred that forced the royal palace to crumble, while that happened two people shot out of the Debris, one a dazzling light and the other was the darkness itself.

"Life magic: Guardian spirit divine sword" Cyrus roared and the ma.s.sive divine sword appeared in front of him and shot towards Derik.

"Don't you dare look down on me!" Derik roared and two darkish purple magic arrays appeared on his palms.

"Ooo G.o.d of death, lord of the underworld and ruler of all d.a.m.ned souls in it, hear the plea of thy faithful servant and burn thy foe with the unquenchable flames of h.e.l.l, even thy ashes will not remain! Death magic: h.e.l.l flame!" Derik roared and a sea of darkish purple flames poured out of his palms completely engulfing the magic sword flying towards him, reducing his speed.

Puti!

Cyrus spat out a mouthful of golden blood and his body trembled violently. He reached for the void, grabbing with both hands and screamed

"Spilt the sky!" Cyrus roared and his ma.s.sive divine sword which was already covered by darkish purple flames let out a faint glow before increasing in size rapidly once again.

Its speed increased and the sword forcefully tore through the sea of flames which poured out of Derik's hands and hacked down at him the moment it was close enough!

Slas.h.!.+

Puff!!

Puti!!!

Derik tried to get out of the way but evading a weapon the size of a small mountain is no easy thing. In the end, his right hand was severed from his body and a lot of blood poured out of the wound.

"I won't forgive you for this!" Derik roared while waving his left hand as if he was making hand seals and his death aura burst out.

Silver level secret combat technique: Werewolves roar!"

His death aura burst out violently and took the form of a majestic werewolf!

The ma.s.sive werewolf stood on its hind legs and its eyes were like scorching flames that could easily reduce its targets with its mere gaze! On its body were furs so thick that it looked like scales and its claws were like darkish purple flaming spears that could tear the void apart easily.

"Awwwwwooooooooooooo!" The ma.s.sive werewolf roared and brandished it darkish purple fiery claws on the mighty divine sword.

Each attack created a shockwave that shook the earth and equally harmed Cyrus' soul. With his hands clutching his chest tightly, Cyrus watched the majestic werewolf battle his guardian divine sword fiercely and his divine weapon was not gaining the upper hand. This scared him a lot.

Derik who was initially planning to act while Cyrus was distracted suddenly stopped. He felt like he has seen this scene before where he destroys Cyrus' head with his bone spear after a chain of attacks. His eyes felt heavy as he gazed at the person who let him escape for the first time and began questioning the way he acted. Las.h.i.+ng out if everyone because of his own failure.

"I won't do this…" Derik muttered…

"This battle cannot continue this way..." He said to himself