Hearing the man's words Derik only chuckled as he watched the destruction taking place around them and smiled. Magic towers getting destroyed, sacred statues getting burnt to the ground and the enemy forces getting decimated effortlessly. With an army of over ten thousand dragons and five dragon demigods, Derik knew he could easily challenge any force in the continent. He smiled to show his satisfaction with the current state of things!
Whoosh!
Souls of the dead surged towards him from all sides, giving him a refreshing feeling. Drawing power from the negative emotions all around Derik couldn't help but feel out of this world! A feeling only someone on drugs can experience!
"Take them and leave... Once this is over, I will get back to you" Derik finally spoke but it wasn't to the creed leader, it was Belize.
"Derik" Ellen muttered with hints of worry on her delicate face.