Garry's Resolve

Ian also looked at his unscathed body for a moment. Then, a hint of understanding appeared on his face which prompted for a grin to appear. "I thought the Tungsten didn't do anything but it certainly did."

'How can this kid be unharmed? The temperature of Garry's blue flame is no joke... Even those Higher Vampires that specialized in defense cannot stay unharmed under the blue flame's heat.' This made Baseagle startled and unable to comprehend.

He felt that Ian was too abnormal. Even if Ian was a true vampire with such a huge body, what does having a huge body mean against resisting Garry's blue flames?

So… What does Ian do to remain unharmed? Or what did he have that helped him with that? Barseagle, with his years of experience, was certainly someone insightful. 'Hmmm… Did he say Tungsten? Is it related to his Exoskeletal Armor?'

As Barseagle thought of this, he was taken aback. He thought that among Ian's body parts, the armor was certainly the most normal looking. Who would have thought that it has such a special property that increases fire resistance?

Nah, what kind of material is even Tungsten? It was his first time hearing about it.

'Damn… What kind of person did I recruit in my team?' Barseagle can't help but reminisce about when he first met Ian.

Ian certainly looks ordinary, nothing special at all at that time. He doesn't give people a strong aura or even a sense of dependency. But how could Ian change drastically all of a sudden and even awaken a special constitution? Did the life and death experience in the past few days wake up Ian's true potential?

"Y-you actually managed to resist my flames? I don't believe it!"

As if unwilling, Garry's roar echoed throughout the sky. "DIE!!!"

This time, blue flames with a hue of green gathered around Garry's figure. The intensity of the flames this time was visibly 300% stronger!

As Barseagle saw this, he didn't want to be late again. He appeared beside Ian in a flash. He was about to pat Ian's shoulder when he was suddenly reminded of the height difference between them. He retracted his hands and gave Ian an awkward smile. "We take on him. It's useless to fight him one on one."

Ian nodded as he heard his captain's orders. "My attacks couldn't harm him neither yours… Captain, if we worked together, would it make a difference?"

Barseagle kept his voice low, barely above a whisper. "You must take the opportunity to take others with you. Just pretend that you'll fight him with me, okay?" He looked unconscious Daniel and others. "Their safety is now your priority." Said Barseagle, his voice still low.

"Presumptious! You still have the time to talk with each other?"

Garry put more energy towards the blue flames. With a swipe of his palm, the flames sizzle, a powerful force pushed the flames toward Ian and Barseagle, threatening their lives.

"Tch, what a troublesome flame." Ian clicked his tongue.

Barseagle frowned.

"I'll take on the flames, get behind me captain," Ian said as he patted his exoskeletal armor with bright eyes. It's not that he was arrogant. Since it saved him the first, it'll surely protect him second, third, and for a hundred times to come.

Where does his confidence come from you say? Of course, at his damned system! This is just version 1 of his armor and it's already this resilient. How about version 2, version 3, and even version 4 exoskeleton armor?

For now, he would have to call this version "Tungsten Heat Armor!", simply due to its properties that help him to be resistant to flames. Yeah, resistant, not immune. Because he could still feel a tad of hit on his skin. It protects him from being burned alive and lessens the pain, but not completely.

To be completely immune to fire? There's still a long way to go since he was still Version 1. He needs to be thoughtful on the subsequent versions.

Barseagle didn't say anything and just proceeded behind Ian. After a lot of things, Barseagle didn't dare to underestimate this seemingly unreliable member in front of him. In the end, in terms of comprehensive battle prowess, raw strength, and even versatility, Ian was the second.

'No, he's even better than me in terms of versatility. He has armor for defense. Not only durable but also resistant to fire. His tail and retractable claws for offensive. His huge size that doesn't affect his mobility…' As Barseagle thought of this, he began to look at Ian in a new light. A hint of acknowledgment appeared on Barseagle's eyes unbeknownst to Ian.

Just like that, the sea wave of blue flames swallowed Ian and his captain whole. The air crackled under the force, and visibly, the ground began to turn darker.

Unknown to Garry himself, his fist clenched tightly. Garry had a hard time accepting that a mere lesser vampire had the means to deal with his blue flames. His most proud ability that had earned him the "Walking Flare" title! So, how could he accept such an outcome? How could he face his colleagues in the future? What would they think of him when they heard that he couldn't even deal with a lesser vampire?

Wouldn't he become a laughingstock in the future? This result made him unacceptable. No, he must kill this bastard to save his face!

Although Ian was a unique case among lesser vampires. Having such a size and special constitution, Garry understood that others wouldn't believe in such a thing. Nah, even if others realize Ian's abnormality of the future, others want to see Garry's downfall. They wouldn't care about the truth as long as they could use this opportunity to tarnish his reputation and laugh at him! 

After all, Garry wouldn't have reached the higher werewolf stage without offending a lot of people, and even within the werewolf race, internal conflicts are inevitable… Garry had to admit that he had made a lot of enemies, whether werewolves or other races. A lot had died under his hands. He reached his current place by stepping upon the dreams of countless others who also have dreams of their own.

At this moment, killing intent flickered on Garry's pupils. 'I must kill these two! Only dead men don't tell tales.'