At this point, Cyrus still believed he could wipe the floor with Derik. As long as the power gap between them is not a complete realm, he was confident he would win the battle. The confident smile never left Cyrus' face but his eyes remained cold, it showed that this youth was preparing to battle the death mage to the bitter end.

............…..

Bam!

King Robert slammed his fist on the throne as he stared at the water orb with a twisted expression on his face. He failed to understand how the death mage kept coming back stronger every time it looked like he was going to lose.

John and Linda let out a sigh of relief but they still felt terrified by Derik's ruthlessness. They were happy that Derik survived but they didn't know how to face him, they were not sure he would even give them a chance to explain.

............….

"Guardian weapon: Divine spirit sword! Split the heavens!!!" Cyrus roared while throwing his hands forward.

The ma.s.sive divine sword flew forward like a divine spear towards Derik.

"Silver level combat technique: werewolves roar!" Derik laughed and a ma.s.sive werewolf avatar came into existence.

Roar!!!

It let out a loud roar as it quickly threw itself at the ma.s.sive divine sword, brandis.h.i.+ng its fiery claws the divine weapon.

"Now is the time! Bring him down now!" Derik roared, turning into a beam of light as he shot towards Cyrus with his three undead slaves following closely behind.

The guardian weapon path may grant the user extraordinary offensive ability which can help him or subdue practically any foe of this same level but its weakness was quite glaring. Focusing so much power into a single weapon leaves the user defenseless. If one could get past the guardian weapon or find a way to keep it occupied for a while, it won't be difficult to kill off the user since it doesn't grant the user any bonus attributes that may enhance his or her personal strength.

Seeing Derik and the three others coming, Cyrus' expression turned grim and he seriously didn't expect things to turn out this way. He didn't expect Derik to use his undead slaves in this battle but then again, it isn't unfair since it's his second path. Cyrus could not complain about this, all he could do at this moment is to fight and win.

He let out a roar and released his limiters immediately not daring to hold back. He secretly gathered his energy as he prepared to combat all four foes at once. The only hope he held on to was the fact that these undead slaves just like Derik are products of dark energy, therefore his life spells will be equally super effective against them.

"Bring him down!" Derik roared as fiery darkish purple aura surrounded his claws.

Silver level secret combat technique: Brilliant claw!

Brandis.h.i.+ng his claws at the enemy, Derik released numerous claw-shaped darkish purple energy attacks. After his previous battle with Cyrus, Derik was not so eager to take on this life mage at close quarters after he was injured by the divine light spell which left him with internal injuries that caused him a fortune to recover from. This time he planned to keep his distance and overwhelm his foe.

"Lightning magic: Wave of despair!" Zaylee screamed and numerous streaks of lightning shot out of her fingertips.

"Wind magic: Wind blade dance!" Sternroff roared as multiple blades made of wind surrounded him and shot towards Cyrus.

Seeing the attacks, Cyrus roared and his life aura poured out of his body, taking the form of a ma.s.sive golden gate bound with sacred golden chains!

"Life magic: Heaven's gate!" he screamed as the gate endured all the attacks thrown at him.

A confident smile appeared on his face and he moved his fingers, controlling the chains with his thoughts. Cyrus was planning to counter-attacks but then the smile on his face froze. It was an aura similar to his but a bit diluted, a lesser version of his own power!

"Light magic!" Cyrus gasped as he looked up and saw a ma.s.sive divine crucifix bearing down on him like a small mountain! His size compared to the ma.s.sive divine crucifix was like a man being compared to a hill.

"Guardian weapon path!" Cyrus gasped as he released his life aura, trying to combat the divine crucifix threatening to crush him.

Even though he knew this ability was inferior to his own divine sword it still didn't mean it was weak! The power it displayed is enough to make peak silver realm masters sweat profusely, luckily with the Child of life and limiter path, Cyrus power level had stabilized at the low level of the gold realm, it wasn't too difficult for him to handle an attack at this level. What left him speechless was the fact that an undead could still utilize light magic!

How is that even possible?

Cyrus failed to understand how this happened or how Derik was able to pull this off, be only realized that Derik's death magic was not as simple as he thought earlier. He was aware of similar cases where people who possess the undead magic don't even bother turning foes with light magic into their puppets since they are completely useless…

The two power conflicts, so this shouldn't be possible!

As he managed to force the ma.s.sive divine crucifix, he saw a tsunami of darkish purple flames threatening to consume him. This startled him!

"Life magic: Light protection!" Cyrus was barely able to react on time. He quickly cast a light sphere around himself which endured the sea of h.e.l.lish flames trying to roast him alive.

His eyes narrowed as he attempted to call his divine weapon over but unfortunately, the demonic werewolf avatar on Derik's side had received its orders, so it continuously bombarded the divine sword with attacks, not giving it the chance to retreat to its master.

The sea of h.e.l.lish flames had just pa.s.sed and Cyrus was already covered in sweat. His barrier barely held up against Derik's cruel attack. Before he could react a cold voice echoed from above.

"Lightning magic: Lightning strike!" Zaylee roared and pulled the void down.

Instantly a powerful blue bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, blasting Cyrus and his barrier into oblivion!

Boooom!!!

Puti!

Cyrus wore a dejected expression on his face as he struggled to get on his feet. A shocking deep scorched wound could be seen on his chest as he spat out a mouthful of golden blood.

It's already terrifying that he could still move after taking such a hit head-on! Any other silver realm warrior or mage in his position would have died off a long time ago! This was only possible because of the changes his body has undergone as he grew stronger. This is a natural phenomenon for all guardian spirit hosts!

Cyrus struggled to look up but he felt his body leave the ground as a gust of wind surrounded him, pulling him up. He could not see anything around him, all he could hear were sorrowful cries of the military forces, asking him to fight back! They were asking him to fight back in such a situation

Do they really think he enjoyed taking a beating like this?

Are they really that dumb?

With Cyrus injured, the power of his ma.s.sive divine sword dropped as well giving the demonic werewolf a slight advantage in the battle.

Meanwhile, in the throne room of the Royal Palace, King Robert was literarily chewing down on his clothes as he watched the life magic guardian spirit host been lifted off the ground while Derik and the undead Zaylee gathered white and black clouds, gathering blue and darkish purple lightning as they prepared for the final strike.

"Sleep tight old friend… by the time you wake, Gyro will have a new leader!" Derik roared

Terrifying darkish purple lightning and blue lightning struck down from above and forcibly struck down Cyrus who was over twenty meters high in the air already! Slamming him into the ground, creating a crater over ten meters deep.

The life mage was knocked out cold and golden blood flowed out of his injuries! His ma.s.sive divine weapon suddenly vanishes and his glorious aura vanished entirely!

The royal guards of the Gyro kingdom royal family had lost this battle!