Emery remembered what the members of the Wolf Bloodline said about the man. Apparently, he had challenged Chief Beowulf to decide who was more worthy to be the leader so many times that they couldn't remember. Emery even had the chance to see with his own eyes one of their battles at the Rave.
Thanks to his unrelenting efforts, Heorgar was recognized to be the strongest among all the pack leaders of the Wolf Bloodline, standing just below the strongest man: Chief Beowulf himself.
Seeing the familiar figure, Beatrice forced herself to speak even though breathing was now becoming rather laborious for her.
"Heorgar… You are finally here! What took you so long?!" The windwolf Beatrice still scolded the man, even though she struggled to get off Leon's back.
"I tried to arrive as soon as I could." Heorgar added. "Still, I am sorry."
After saying that, Heorgar turned his attention somewhere or rather to the bodies of the two Wind Wolf warriors lying lifelessly on the ground.
As if he was a volcanic eruption, an overwhelming aura exploded from his body as he bared his sharp teeth at Magus Jigow, who was standing near the two bodies
Unexpectedly, Jigow the goat magus, who usually had that stony expression on his face this time showed an amused look.
"Heorgar of the Demon Wolf, you have never won against your chief, '' said Magus Jigow with a mocking smile. "You will never win against me!"
As soon as he finished his words, Magus Jigow immediately shot forward with his two large arms outstretched towards Heorgar. A sinister smile appeared on his face.
Emery was surprised when he saw that Heorgar didn't use his transformation ability, but was still able to dodge Magus Jigow's tackle with ease.
If that wasn't impressive, then the counterattack he delivered was certainly one – an elbow strike straight at the black goat magus' back sending him swiftly off into the distance.
BAM!
A loud dull sound reverberated in the air as the elbow connected.
The blow was so hard Emery could faintly feel the air and even the space itself shaking for a moment. It was only a single blow, but Emery could see Magus Jigow's body flying dozens of meters away.
A look of shock appeared in Jigow's eyes. He couldn't comprehend what had just happened.
After recovering from the blow he received, Magus Jigow turned around and pointed his finger at Heorgar who shot a cold glare with his arms folded.
"Y-You! You should not be this strong!" The man was glaring very sharply at Herogar, as if he wanted to see through the latter.
Hearing this, Beatrice showed a disdainful smile and didn't let go of the opportunity to ridicule Magus Jigow.
"Hahah… You shall see now that all those Heorgar multiple failures have finally brought fruit," Beatrice said in a sarcastic tone. "You are seeing the new Heorgar the rank 7 mythical wolf! Haha, you two will now get what you deserve!"
Magus Jigow had a dumbfounded expression on his face when he heard that. For a moment, he even felt that his sense of hearing had wronged him.
"Y-You! You! Even if that is true, you still won't win against me!"
It seemed the man still had something to say. Unfortunately, Heorgar looked like he didn't plan to let him finish, as he activated his transformation. His body swiftly began to change into the form of which he was known for – the Demon Wolf.
Heorgar's figure grew but still couldn't compare to Magus Jigow. Unlike other transformations, his human features were very much preserved, the only thing that looked non-human was a single horn growing on his forehead.
After the transformation was completed, Heorgar's form didn't look much like a wolf. Instead, he looked like the living embodiment of an underworld demon with tattoos scattered all over his dark skin that glowed red.
It didn't take long for Heorgar and Magus Jigow to dash and clash with each other. Within seconds, dozens of deadly exchanges occurred between the two of them and each produced a thunderous sound that shook the air.
Even though his body was only half that of Magus Jigow and looked weaker in comparison, Heorgar dodged most of the attacks thrown at him, focusing on counterattacking.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Emery watched intently as the fight progressed. He knew a single blow from either of the two would instantly kill him and destroy his body in the process. This was the prowess a peak magus with a rank 7 mystical bloodline was capable of.
When bloodlines were put into the equation, it was not just a matter of cultivation realm that measured a magus' strength. Their bloodline gene rank would be the most important factor.
Emery's Fey Wolf bloodline had the limitation of rank 6, and he only managed to reach the rank 4 Fey Shaman. Brutus was a high stage rank 9 acolyte with the rank 5 Dire Wolf, while Beatrice was a Half-Moon magus with the rank 6 Wind Wolf.
Heorgar, on the other hand, had reached the peak of the magus realm. And from what Beatrice said earlier, it appeared that since the previous time they met, the man had managed to break through his rank limit into the rank 7 Demon Wolf – a level of Mythical blood. With his new strength, he might even beat Chief Beowulf, who was only a rank 6 White Wolf.
With such power, it was no wonder he could handle a powerful bloodline magus like Magus Jigow.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Loud noises continued to echo through the air as the battle between the two became increasingly fierce.
Emery watched as bones started to protrude from certain parts of Magus Jigow's body. The huge blade-like bones on each of his elbow and knuckle emitted a deadly aura as the latter continuously sent various kinds of melee attacks at Heorgar.
Swish! Splat!
A wide gash appeared on Heorgar's chest, but the demon wolf was not affected in the slightest. Ignoring the bloody wound, Heorgar went ahead and managed to grab one of Jigow's blade-like bones before breaking it apart with his two hands.
"ARGH!" Jigow shouted painfully. After all, it was a part of his body that had just been crushed.
Anger flared violently in his eyes, as the black goat magus glared at the demon wolf.
All of a sudden, Magus Jigow underwent another major transformation. His already massive body grew bigger and bigger, while bones began to cover his entire body like armor.
The punches Heorgar threw seemed to become less and less effective as the seconds passed. Therefore, the demon wolf brought out a gleaming dark spear and started the next round with it.
As the battle between the two of them continued, Magus Nimeria once again set her sights on Emery. Her gaze looked as if she was ready to eat him alive. Unfortunately for her, Magus Leon noticed this and quickly stood between them with his sword brandishing towards the Tiger Bloodline's possessor.
The wind wolf Beatrice approached Emery, before giving him a little sniff here and there. With her teeth gritted due to pain, she said, "I don't know who you are or what you are hiding, but I know for a fact that you are one of us."
She then extended her hand and continued, "Give me the girl. I can protect her better. This is not a battle you can participate in, so you can go now."
As much as Emery didn't want to give the girl in his arms, he knew very well he wouldn't be able to protect her in this kind of situation. While he was hesitating, Beatrice had come and taken her from his hand.
Emery let out a deep sigh. He seriously thought about leaving, but his legs couldn't seem to move. He wished there was something he could do to help.
It was at this moment that he felt a faint hint of familiar energy signature in the distance. Closing his eyes to focus on that, Emery realized who it was.
It was Brutus, and he's dying.
Remembering Tatjana's words about the man, Emery decided to go to where the Dire Wolf was.
Magus Nimeria didn't plan to let him go, but unfortunately, Magus Leon was there to stop her from chasing Emery. She could only stare hatefully, while Emery's figure gradually disappeared into the sea of trees.
From afar Emery could feel the two powerhouses were already fighting.