I Became A Zompirewolf

"At least one of you has something in their biological penthouse," Vulcan said while pointing at Aegis, "While you were busy acting like the overconfident jerk that you are, he practically dragged me here."

Vulcan took a few steps toward Ashton before facing Phantom. Although he said he would fix Ashton up, the forge master did not have any ability to fulfil his words. However, he wasn't backing down either.

What he had was knowledge, which he had promptly shared with Aegis. It was a skill scroll, the last artefact he had kept from when his father had abandoned the art of smithy to become a tamer.

The scroll worked just like the ability pages worked back on earth. The scrolls held power to grant someone the ability stored within them. Similar to the skill pages, the scrolls could only be used on creatures of mythical origins, not anyone else.

Despite how it might look, Vulcan's intentions to keep the scroll with him weren't noble. Instead, he despised his father and kept the scroll with him as a reminder of his father's failure in protecting the Precursors.

"To think something I kept to fuel my rage would eventually come to use like this." He smirked, "Fate does work in mysterious ways. Go on, little one, heal your master. I'll make sure no one interrupts you."

'Thank you...'

Ashton wanted to say it aloud but was too weak to do anything. But his gaze was enough to convey the message to both Aegis and Vulcan. However, their reunion was ruined by the Phantom, who couldn't be more pissed at the turn of events.

"I'm sick and tired of you interfering bastards!" Phantom roared and charged right towards Vulcan.

Unlike Ashton, Phantom had no means of assessing Vulcan's true strength without exchanging blows with him. Otherwise, he would have known not to ever cross paths with someone like Vulcan.

"Pesky ants like yourself should know to stay in place in the presence of Giants," Vulcan growled before swinging his hammer.

Till now, Phantom has taken pride in his speed. However, this time his speed had failed him. One moment he was charging toward the dwarf, and the next, he was lying face first on the ground.

At the same time, Aegis changed into his original form. The white fur around his neck began glowing, and within a moment, all the blood Ashton had lost slowly flowed back into his body.

His pale complexion was slowly changing, but Ashton could feel his mighty pet struggling. The more Aegis used the ability, the faster his size was shrinking. But being loyal to his master, Aegis kept at it.

Phantom's meal was about to be snatched from him, and just the mere thought of it made him go berserk. His lust for Ashton's blood had blinded him to the point he could no longer perceive the power gap between an S ranker and himself.

"Tsk... You are a rowdy one, aren't you?" Vulcan sighed in disappointment, "I don't know why you are hell-bent on killing him, but I can't let my disciple die in my presence."

"You wrinkly old fart, I'll kill you if that's the last thing I do!"

Saying so, Phantom let out a stream of hellfire from his mouth. The black flames roared and took the shape of a dragon as Vulcan was about to get hit. Even then, the old dwarf seemed to be dying of boredom.

"If only I got an obsidian every time I heard someone say that to me, I would be the richest person in the galaxy," Vulcan replied as he vigorously began rotating the hammer in front of him.

"It's of no use, old man!" Phantom happily yelled at the top of his lungs, "The undying flames are absolute. Nothing they touch is left unscathed-"

Phantom was sure of his victory. However, a moment later, the broad smile on his face vanished entirely. Not only did Vulcan survive his ultimate move, he also tamed the hellfire.

The dragon which Phantom had proudly conjured turned out to be nothing more than a plaything for Vulcan.

"How is this possible?" Phantom mumbled and collapsed on his knees.

"You're a thousand years too young to defeat someone like me." Vulcan laughed, "Be glad I took an oath not to kill anyone but the Xyrans, or you wouldn't be talking anymore-"

"Huhu... HAHA!"

Phantom's unexpected reaction threw Vulcan off a bit. The laugh irked him so much that he would kill the bastard right then and there if he could go against his oath.

But then Vulcan noticed something strange. The aura around Phantom got absurdly strong. Although it wasn't comparable to an S-ranker like him, it was enough to decimate anyone except him.

"You fell right in the trap I laid for you." Phantom continued laughing, "The stronger my opponent is, the stronger I get. How do you think I was able to obtain epic and legendary abilities that I possess?"

"What kind of absurd ability is this?" Vulcan got serious, but to his surprise, Phantom's power grew even more.

Ashton was still unable to speak; therefore, he couldn't warn Vulcan about Phantom's ridiculous class abilities in time. Now that Phantom had asked and answered three questions, his power levels were at least 60% of that of Vulcan's.

By this time, Vulcan more or less guessed what was going on and sealed his lips for good. However, the damage was already done.

No one except Vulcan could end Phantom now, and Vulcan wasn't going to kill him because of his oath. The situation couldn't have gotten any worse than it is now.

Vulcan was aware of this and kept thinking of ways to clear the mess he had created. But no matter how hard he thought about it, only one option appeared in front of him. The option that he couldn't pick, no matter what.

"I had never had this much fun since that night when I killed a god!" Phantom snarled.

"A god?" Vulcan knew what asking a question meant, but curiosity got the best of him.

"An ancient race. Since you are quite old, you might have heard of them." Phantom broadly smiled, not knowing he was digging his own grave, "The ones known as the Precursors."