"Don't retreat, its just one man… come on, flank him!" A female commander in golden armor roared as she struggled with Derik's death aura which was like a tidal wave.
This was the same woman Derik saw through the carriage window on his way to castle black for the very first time. He had a good impression of this person and wasn't willing to kill her.
At this point, the streets of Briton were filled with soldiers who desperately attempted to block Derik's way but none could even make him break a sweat. The power gap was just too much.
"Mere bronze realm warriors and mages dare stand in my way? Humph! When I was at your level I killed hundreds of people at the silver realm… you will never be able to put a scratch on me" Derik said with a casual smile.