Sacrifice

'Indeed, my defenses and resistance against flames had improved so much that I only feel a slight tingle…' Ian moved his body a little at an angle to make sure that his captain behind him won't experience the wild raging blue flames. 'Thankfully my body is huge. Shielding the captain from these wave is just a piece of cake with my huge frame.'

"Captain are you okay," Ian still asked for confirmation.

"Yes, I can manage."

Barseagle's voice echoed behind Ian. Barseagle couldn't help but looked at Ian firm back, akin to a mini fortress. He also inwardly felt ashamed that he was somewhat lacking as a captain. 'No… it's not that I was lacking. I had participated in the last bloody war and the only one that high kill counts whilst still remaining intact. Ian is just a monsters of his own right…' He couldn't help but heave a deep sigh.

'Well, at least he's under my team. In the future, he's become a rising star… Or it might even be a lot sooner than I estimate.'

'It's still a bit hot. Tungsten is sufficient to protect me from Garry's blue flames. Is It safe to say that among Higher Ranked Creatures , Garry's flames must among the top… But this prickly heat is still uncomfortable…'

He felt that his muscles under the armor were being constantly pricked by hundreds of needles every second. Ian frowned slightly. This pain is something he could bear but it was still uncomfortable. 'Maybe I should add radiator in my armor? A cooling system? How much would that even cost??'

It took a full minute before the azure flames receded. At this time, as Garry saw that Ian's body only had few areas with darker spot, but no signs of a minor burn, he finally realized that there's something wrong. Only Ian's arm and feet had visibly darkened, signs of minor scorching. However, Ian's armor look incredibly smooth as if the flames had washed it clean. No damage or dark spot within the scope of the exoskeleton armor… THis made Garry further realized that…

'The armor is indeed the abnormality here. Just who is this guy? He has claws that could claim the lives of true werewolves and he could retract it at will which is great for surprise attacks. He also has tail that can change to fucking shape he wants.' Garry's eyes landed on Ian's armor that has red veins. 'And an armor that could resist the flames of a higher werewolf like me…'

'Hmmm… Now that I think about it… Didn't his armor just evolved earlier? So, he could still evolve his body parts? Is this the help of an external items that helps him mutate or just a special constitution?'

Garry tried to piece clues by clues as his brain began to run at a high-speed. This encounter made him realized how terrifying those with special constitution. After all, the Lesser Vampire in front of him only relied on his armor to resist against his flames. A seed of envy for special physique was planted on Garry's heart at this moment unbeknownst to him.

No matter how strong you are. The mind is the most vulnerable. It must guarded at all times. The mind is complex, but also fickle. No matter how strong-minded you are, just a slight gap can cause one's to darken.

"It seems you're armor is special enough to resist my flames." Garry looked at Ian, then at Barseagle who moved behind Ian. "However, now that I realized this fact. I won't use my signature ability any longer. My fists are enough to do the talking, to kill the two of you." as he said this, veins bulged on Garry's fist that visibly made the air tremble. "Aren't you ashamed hiding beside someone weaker than you?" he couldn't help but mocked Barseagle at this moment in order to forget his shame.

Ian'a turned serious. Indeed, it was more effective for Garry to use his physical might over his flame to deal with him. 'This is bad… Fortunately, I have captain to help me cope. Garry wouldn't use his flame against me because it would be useless. But it won't be the same for captain.' As he thought about this, Ian couldn't help but become worried for Barseagle for a second.

Ian knew that Barseagle's energy was too depleted at this moment to use his abilities. On the other hand, he, himself, only had his claws and kagune which weren't effective against Garry either.

"Proceed with our plan. Don't worry about me."

Barseagle stepped in front Ian and faced Garry with determined eyes. "He's right. I'm ashamed that I can only hide behind you… If I would die, I want die in the battlefield, to die gracefully in fight!!!"

"It seems you've decided to die. You're spirit is really different than others which is admirable." Garry commended. "But do you think I'll just let him go?" His index finger, pointed at Ian. "He's someone I'm interested with. How about this… I'll let you go but hand him over me." He grinned.

Barseagle shook his head. "Over my dead body! Ian, go!!!"

At Barseagle's word, Ian felt touched. A person that could think of others in life-and-death, and even sacrifice his life for them to escape… How rare such a person is? Ian knew he might never meet anyone like that again in this life.

Ian gritted his teeth. He was frustrated at this moment. But he didn't dare to think too much any longer. He won't let his captain die in vain!

"Captain, I'll give you justice!"

Leaving this word, Ian instantly appeared beside Daniel and others' unconscious body. He pulled them up to his shoulders like sacks of rice.

"Where do you think are you going?"

Just as Ian took his first step, Garry accelerated explosively, every stride covered five meters. His fist were pulled backwards, gathering force. He intends to solve them with a single punch.

'Not good!' Ian gave his all to get far away. However, although he was moving at a fast speed, Garry was still getting nearer every second.

BANG!

Suddenly, a golden arrow hit Garry on the face. Garry was forced to stop. But it wasn't done yet, the golden arrow transformed to a mask and tightly bound itself to Garry's face, freezing his movement.

"Go! I can only hold it for a minute and I can't move! He's too strong!' While coughing blood, Barseagle tried his best to maintain the golden mask.

"Captain…" Ian looked at Barseagle one last time, etching his face to the deepest recesses of his mind. Then, he turned back and decisively left, his figure gradually turned into a dot.

Barseagle sighed, blood dripped on his eyes due to over-depleted energy. He looked at the sky with contented eyes. 'At least they'll live.'