Chapter 501: God of death, Dakar

Derik didn't seem bothered by the army of demonic beasts surrounding him, neither did he feel worried by the fact that the god of death from this world may come for him. His gaze was fixed at a certain spot at the peak of the grand canyon, where he saw the trio that called his name.

"You have finally come" Derik said calmly as he felt a powerful presence standing behind him.

Even without turning around he could feel the cold gaze of the dark haired man, wearing a dark robe with a bone armor located around the shoulder region. The man's lips were black just like his finger nails and his eyes! On normal circumstances Derik could tell this man must be a terrifying existence in this world but to him, the god of death and destruction, this man was no different from a child who doesn't know how high the heavens are.