Back ho, Castorice had Derick lie down on the bed.
After Derick lay down, Castorice touched his forehead with her palm and found that his body was still burning hot. Then she quickly said to Derick, "Derick, you lie here by the bed first. I'll be right by your side. If you need anything, just call ."
"I'll always be here."
Castorice's palm was cool, making Derick, whose whole body was scorching hot, feel a wave of comfort.
"If I didn't have to check on my clone's situation right now, I would definitely sleep soundly."
Derick thought to himself.
Closing his eyes as if to rest, the perspective of his right eye began to shift, and Derick soon saw dilapidated and fragnted buildings in his field of vision.
This place wasn't far from Suspended Sword City. After Derick's clone devoured the Strife Titan, it found a hidden place to recuperate. At this ti, because the Strife Titan was gone, Suspended Sword City experienced even more violent tremors. Most of the city had already collapsed.
Derick's clone was now considered half-buried. Derick controlled his clone to swing its fist, shattering the surrounding rubble.
After doing this, he finally had ti to properly examine his clone.
The first change was still the clone's height. It had now grown to a full four ters tall, its body even more massive. The terrifying pitch-black appearance and those crimson eyes had beco even more frightening than before.
Its physique had also undergone so changes. Although it hadn't transford into the sa form as Nikador, its arms and limbs appeared more slender, and its flexibility had also increased.
This was a change to make the body more suitable for combat. Derick could clearly feel that his clone would be much more agile and quick in battle, and the force of its blows had also beco greater.
The scythe once again grew larger in coordination with the growth of Derick's clone. At the sa ti, it also seed to have beco sharper and more pointed. Derick swung it forward gently, and the sturdy walls of Suspended Sword City were like a piece of white paper before his clone's scythe, easily sliced open.
He sensed the energy and special abilities within his body.
Nikador was the Titan in charge of strife, and Its powers were all focused on warfare. Derick now felt that his clone was transmitting an imnse amount of combat techniques to him.
These were all combat techniques Nikador had acquired through countless battles.
Derick felt like he had instantly beco a skilled warrior.
However, the only difference was that Nikador's combat techniques were mainly tailored to Its height of several ters. If Derick wanted his main body to use them, he would need so self-improvent.
"A few more battles, and I should be able to master it."
In addition to combat techniques, Derick also clearly felt an aura-like ability gained after devouring Nikador that increased morale, making himself and his subordinates fearless in the face of death.
At Nikador's peak, It had led people to attack countless city-states. And when attacking city-states, Its subordinates also fought valiantly, completely unafraid of dying in battle. These were undoubtedly due to Nikador's command ability, and at the sa ti, within Its strife-related abilities, there was also a blessing of high morale.
"Unfortunately, I don't have any subordinates, so this ability can only be used on myself. In battle, I can slightly abandon reason in exchange for a berserk state."
Derick thought with so regret.
The abilities of strife offered nothing else but an increase in combat prowess. Derick felt as if he had been sent to a virtual battlefield and had fought for thousands of years.
Derick swung the scythe, sending out a pitch-black blade of light.
Derick's clone was different from his main body. The energy his main body obtained was the sa as Nikador's energy. But when his clone used it, it would be 'dyed' by his clone's attributes, causing the energy to change.
This was also the reason why the Nikador energy in the air would enter Derick's main body but not his clone.
At its peak, Nikador could easily destroy an archipelago with a single blow. Although Derick's clone lost a lot after absorption and transformation, the remaining power was still substantial.
With a casual blow from Derick's clone, hundreds of ters of ruins in front were turned into ashes.
"This destructive power, truly worthy of the Titan of Strife."
Derick thought to himself, looking at the 'battle results'.
Just as he was preparing to leave, he suddenly saw a group of people exploring in this direction.
With Nikador devoured, Suspended Sword City could now be said to be ownerless land, and quite a few people in Okhema knew of this place.
"Why is there such a big commotion in Suspended Sword City? Could it be the Scourge Vanguard?"
"How is that possible? The Scourge Vanguard doesn't have that much destructive power."
"Then could it be that monster Lord Caeniswas talking about?"
"Let's go, let's go take a look."
Derick watched as the humanoid figures in the distance drew closer, soon arriving in front of his clone. Seeing this group of people, an excited expression appeared in Derick's eyes.
He recognized the leading few individuals; they were all Elders who had stood with Caenisduring the Elder Council debate.
Now that they had appeared before him, their arrival was truly opportune.
"I myself am kind, but that doesn't an my clone is also kind."
Derick thought, simultaneously raising his scythe.
Caenis's subordinate here was still preoccupied with the rewards Caenis had promised, his pupils even taking on the shape of currency, completely unaware that danger was approaching him.
By the ti he noticed Derick's clone's massive scythe already swinging down, Caenis's subordinate's expression instantly changed from greed to panic.
Unfortunately, there was no more chance.
The huge scythe swept across, and this subordinate of Caenis's upper body turned into ashes in this single attack.
Seeing this situation, the others also snapped out of their greedy state and began to flee in all directions.
"Help!"
"Don't, don't co over!"
They shouted in panic as they ran.
Derick controlled his clone, swinging the scythe in its hand. With each swing, a dark blade of light appeared and took a life.
These people hadn't run far before they were all struck by Derick's clone.
When he could strike, he would absolutely not hold back.
Soon, apart from one or two who had hidden in concealed areas, everyone else had beco corpses.
And the remaining one or two who were hiding, it wasn't that Derick hadn't discovered them.
He had deliberately left these people alive, wanting to lure Caenis here.
"Caenis, I want to see if you'll co."
Waiting until the Citizen Assembly and going through a lengthy debate just to get Caenis to step down?
Derick would not accept such an outco.
Only death could put his mind at ease.
Otherwise, Caenis, being an excellent assassin, would make Derick unable to sleep peacefully. Even if he was immortal, he still had to worry about Castorice's safety.
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