Chapter 18: Kira

His skin was pale and he looked thin, his long flowing hair and iris were pitch-black in color. He wore a plain white textile cloth under a thick black long-sleeved leather jacket, black trousers, and black boots.

"Kira Ryan," he said to a green-skinned goblin whose bloodshot eyes never left Kira, its mouth remained open and saliva slowly flowed down the open mouth

"Repeat it" Kira ordered but the goblin only growled in response. He shook his head and shifted his gaze to the four-level five ogres who fought fiercely against his zombie army, but it didn't matter how many times the knocked down his zombie army, as long as its brain is still intact, it will still rise.

"Go… End this battle quickly" Kira said indifferently. Instantly, all six ogres who surrounded him roared and dashed forward, his eyes fell on the goblin which approached him with four apples in its hands. He collected the apples from the goblin and wiped it clean with his jacket before eating it.

Kira was seated on a huge rock and around him were over two hundred goblins, five goblin chieftains, and three goblin warlords. On the battlefield, he had about six wolf packs consisting of five wolves per pack, six ogres and three-level nine trolls. These trolls were the ones responsible for the death of more than half of his goblin army.

"Blood magic: Zombie… allows me to revive dead creatures up to level ten with just a drop of my blood… in return, my zombie's strength reduces by a level… even though this is a basic blood magic spell, it's quite effective when it's used this way" he said as he stared at his bandaged right hand. "Mana is needed to sustain the life of these beasts… thankfully I have a few minor mana potions… After these ogres fall and join my army… we will hunt down the other representatives and end this… I'm running out of time and blood" He muttered.

The agonizing wail of the ogres echoed as their body reluctantly fell to the ground, Kira sighed and walked over to the ogres. He unsheathed a dagger and pierced the tip of the middle finger on his left hand and poured a drop of his blood into their mouths and began chanting

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Cyrus stared at the injury on Derik's chest and frowned slightly, he kept wondering how Derik fought against Donald and Karl with such an injury.

"How is he still alive?... Enduring such pain for days now… this…" Karl said shocked by what he saw

"We recruits of physical classes are stronger than you think… Damned battle mage… Don't bring us down to your level" Donald snapped. He glanced at Derik and smiled, they were traces of respect and admiration in his eyes. To think Derik was able to last a few minutes against him and Karl, even if they were not at their peak, Derik was also in a weakened state as well

"Amazing…" he muttered

"I can't completely heal this injury… I focused mainly on defensive and a few offensive oracle techniques… I'm not good when it comes to healing but I can reduce the pain… you may not be able to return to your peak but you should be able to exhibit more than seventy percent of your original strength" Cyrus spoke as he stared at the injury

Bam!!!

Donald punched a tree in anger

"How are we supposed to take on this Kira guy when everyone from the physical class is in weakened states" he growled

"You don't have to worry… Gin will join us shortly..." Cyrus said indifferently as he poured in his golden energy into the wound on Derik's chest

"And when did non-combat classes become so strong that we combatants have to rely on them," Daemon said with a stern look on her face

"God's Touch, Gin is not inferior when compared to you physical class recruits in any way…" Karl said if only Donald and Daemon could push aside their hatred for magical classes they would be able to progress at an amazing speed.

"That's okay Karl… We members of the magical classes are also at fault here… we're the reason why the physical class is hostile towards us" Cyrus said "We need to leave now… At the peak of that hill… that's where we're going… Gin should be heading there already" he added pointing at a hill that was over seven hundred meters away

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By the time they arrived at the foot of the hill, it was already late, Due to their current weakened states, they agreed to rest and continue the journey the next morning.

Cough!

Cough!!

Derik spat out blood, he sat next to a tree and leaned on it. His eyes looked up into the sky and he gazed upon the stars above

"Tonight's a full moon," He said to Donald and Daemon who sat beside him. For just a second, his iris turned blue and returned to its normal color.

"I know that… what's so special about it" Daemon asked confused. Donald stared at Derik for a few seconds and looked away.

"Nothing… I need to rest tonight, I'm sure I will heal faster if I'm given enough time… I don't want to be disturbed… I can't trust the magical class recruits with this request… so I'm asking as a member of the physical class… Help me keep everyone away" Derik slightly bowed his head as he spoke. Understanding Donald's personality, he knew his chances of getting what he wants would increase if he brought in class-related issues.

"I can't turn down a request from a talented member of the physical class… Don't worry… no one will lay a finger on you while you're asleep" Donald patted his chest repeatedly as he spoke. Daemon nodded in response and remained quiet. That night, Karl and Cyrus who was in better conditions sat by the fire and kept watch, while Derik laid down beside a tree a few meters away from them, using his cloak to cover himself. Even his head was completely covered. Within the cloak, his eyes glowed and claws sprouted in his hands. He took a deep breath closing his eyes trying to control his breathing, at this point, his body reeked of murderous intent so much that Donald and Daemon who were about ten meters away could sense the strange aura surrounding Derik but chose to ignore.

"Hmmm?" Cyrus muttered and got on his feet. He slowly walked towards Derik, when only ten meters was separating them, his path was blocked by Donald

"He's resting… back off" Donald said indifferently

"Don't tell me you can't feel it… the strange aura surrounding him…"

"I said back off!!!... I won't repeat myself a third time" Donald said coldly. Cyrus was not ready to back down, he took a step forward but then stopped when he heard Karl's voice

"Guys?!" Karl muttered as he retreated. From a cluster of trees about thirty meters away wolves with bloodshot eyes emerged, some parts of their fur were dyed blood red with the blood of their foes.

"Aim for the head, destroy the brain and it dies" Cyrus

"Zombie wolves… really? Is this the ultimate evil you spoke of… wolves are mere level one creatures and can only move up to level three when they fight as a pack… even in a weakened state, I can solo these guys" Donald said with a mocking expression on his face. He gazed at all thirty wolves and sneered

"Silence… now is not the time" Karl said as he retreated to Cyrus side

"Don't let your guard down…These are just scouts… this simply means Kira is close… we need to get rid of them before the main army arrives" Cyrus said

"Damn" Daemon muttered as she tossed the dagger strapped to Derik's waist to Donald. She stood beside Derik and unsheathed her magic weapon, her eyes fell on Derik who has not moved a muscle

[Is he sleeping at a moment like this?] she thought. She took a few steps towards him but her path was blocked by Donald.

"They are just wolves we can handle it… should something too much for us appear, then we will wake him" he said

Daemon originally planned to argue but saw the stern look on his face and gave up easily. With the twin daggers in both hands, she whispered a few words as she retreated into the shadows

Vanish…