LEGENDARY GUARDIAN 149 Chapter 149: Sin Of Wrath 1

His eyebrows knitted together as he focused on pouring his intent into the black container in front of him. Immediately his consciousness made contact with the container, he was drawn in by a powerful force that emerged from the container. Derik was shocked by the sudden change and struggled against the force fiercely but unfortunately, he could not stop it and was forcefully dragged into the container.

Derik found himself in an empty and endless s.p.a.ce similar to the one which can only be found in storage rings but the only difference was that the air was filled with negative energy which made it hard to focus.

He tried to pull himself together and he abandoned all the crazy thoughts in his heart and focused his gaze on the seven different words written in a strange language. At this point, Derik realized that he was surrounded by these words and couldn't really tell what they meant but he wasn't really willing to waste much time here so he moved towards a random floating word in the endless s.p.a.ce and placed his hand on it.

The moment Derik's hand was placed on the word, he felt great anger and rage towards everything, so great that he actually felt like he was been choked up by the anger burning in his heart.

"No…" Derik gasped for air as he tried to retract his hand but another suction force emerged and he was suddenly pulled into the floating word before he even got the chance to resist!

......….

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 shivering after each strike.

"d.a.m.n it… what is this" 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, crushing the steel armor and punching the life out of the man in an instant.

Wooosh!

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 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, crushing 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 event 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.

[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!