Earth's Greatest Magus

[Night Transformation]

Thanks to his prowess as a magus, Emery’s transformation alone was enough to grab the attention of everyone around. Seeing this, the Ironcrest magus had a smile on his face as he said, “Finally, you made your move! I knew you wouldn’t just stand around! Now fight me!”

The man called Rezek swiftly transformed into a half man half wolf figure with sharp yellow fur and two large blades protruding out of his arms. Lightning crackled around his entire body as he said, “I’ll give you the honor of knowing the identity of the person who killed you, I am Rezek the Lightning Wolf!” with an arrogant smirk on his face,

Emery did not give any response to those words. Instead, he brought out a pair of three blade claws from his knuckles. Kicking off the ground, an afterimage was left where he stood as his figure dashed towards the yellow wolf at breakneck speed.

A look of shock appeared on Rezek’s face when he saw the sheer speed that the huge dark wolf revealed. He was caught so off guard that he barely managed to react to parry the latter’s attack with his two blades.

He was in an even greater shock when he saw that a single full force strike was all it took for Emery to cause cracks to spread throughout his arm blades and send his body hurtling several steps across the ground uncontrollably.

Rezek let out a pained groan as he could feel the attack straining his muscles. Staring at Emery’s figure, he quickly said, “Wh— What are you?!”

His face immediately turned pale as he realized that he seemed to have underestimated his opponent. He quickly shouted for the dozen or so Ironcrest saint warriors to move and attack Emery together with him.

In a matter of seconds, a dozen saint level wolf half-bloods surrounded and assaulted Emery from all directions.

The first Ironcrest warrior who tried to attack Emery didn’t even realize how he died in an instant, his comrades saw his headless body fall to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Emery shot towards the nearest person and pierced his claw deep on the chest, subsequently using his limping body as a shield to block an approaching attack as he charged forward once more to the opposite side and killed another two Ironcrest warriors instantly.

The villagers watched with their mouths open as all those powerful wolf half-bloods with battle power above 100, were killed and torn to pieces as if they were nothing.

One after another, they were stabbed and dismembered without them being able to do anything. Crimson blood and deafening screams colored the air vividly, as a shocking scene of brutal carnage was left in its wake.

“Y-You are a Mythical wolf, aren’t you?!” Pulling out his claws out of another dead Ironcrest warrior, Emery turned his head and looked at the terrified Ironcrest magus as the latter spoke. “Please… There must be a misunderstanding here.. I apologize if I—”

Rezek might indeed be a Magus of wolf half-blood, but unfortunately not only was his realm only at the New Moon stage, he only possessed a Rank 4, or Rank 5 bloodline of battle power at most. He simply didn’t have the capability to compete with Emery.

Interrupting the man’s words, Emery let out a growl that sent chills down the spine. Just like a mindless beast, Emery was full of hatred; right now, in his eyes, the Ironcrest people were the marauders who had killed his father.

Howwwwwllll!!!

The thunderous howl that the dark wolf figure let out broke the Ironcrest magus’ last inch of courage. As Rezek ordered the rest of his men to attack Emery, he quickly turned his tail and dashed out of the village.

Thanks to the fact that all of the Ironcrest warriors were members of his pack, Rezek was able to force all of them to run at Emery even though they were all as terrified as he was. They could only scream in their hearts as their bodies moved against their will, towards what they saw as the god of death.

Emery swiftly killed each and every one of them without mercy. The deed didn’t take too long, where he then used his innate ability [Wild Hunt] to chase down the fleeing magus.

Speeding through the dense tree formation, Rezek glanced back and was relieved when he didn’t see the figure he was terrified of. His face was still pale as he continued running, remembering the bloody scene he had just witnessed.

Unfortunately, the Lightning Wolf’s confidence in his safety only lasted a few seconds as his ears picked up a sound rapidly approaching from behind him. His body trembled in fear as he realized who it was, and the fact that there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“Please!” He screamed desperately, begging for his life. “I only did what my Patriarch told me to do! NO!!”

Those were the last words that left Razek’s mouth before his screams echoed hysterically throughout the forest.

Now that Emery had taken care of all those he considered enemies, his body bathed in their blood, the raging rage he felt began to subside. Slowly but surely, clarity returned to his mind as his memories gradually returned to him.

Even though it was necessary to recover his lost memories, reliving the death of his father once again was a painful experience that Emery did not want to relive again. But now that he had come back to his senses and realized what he had done to Ironcrest’s people, he actually felt relieved.

“Those people deserve to die…”

Emery glanced at Ironcrest’s torn magus body in front of him before crouching down and taking off the man’s storage ring. Spreading his sense inside the storage artifact, his eyes widened slightly when he saw dozens of red spirit stones and hundreds of yellow ones. At a glance, the storage ring contained over a million worth of spirit stones.

“..This must be the accumulation of tributes from several clans.” Emery said after regaining himself.

Without a shred of hesitation, Emery quickly transferred all the spirit stones into his own storage ring. After confirming that no stones were left behind, he next found several Tier 3 artifacts and 3 bottles of pills, as well as what seemed to be the emblem of the Ironcrest clan.

Emery then realized that the artifacts were engraved with the mark from the clan, hence he decided to put those items back into the storage ring, before sliding it back to his fingers. As for the emblem, he threw it away carelessly.

After that, he touched the ground and used nature spell to bury Rezek’s torn body deep inside the ground.

Even though the people he left behind were also precious, it wasn’t worth the risk to have proof of what he did. Now that everything here was taken care of, the next thing Emery needed to do was return to the village and clean up the mess.

It didn’t take him long to return to Yori’s village, and he could see that his arrival elicited mixed reactions from the villagers. Some were clearly grateful for his help, while others looked terrified by his brutal slaughter.

He also noticed that there were some who were busy trying to free those who had been captured and healing the wounded. One in particular was the village chief Yori himself, who appeared to be in critical condition.

Seeing this situation, Emery fell into a dilemma again. All of them here were witnesses to the things he did to Ironcrest’s people, and something inside him told him to do everything he could to clean up his mess, to make sure nothing led to him.

Unfortunately, he did not have the heart to do such ruthless things, especially towards these villagers who were mostly women and children.

While Emery was still conflicted in his mind, Yori’s son walked up to him. Surprising him, the young man fell to his knees and said, “Please, esteemed magus, please save my father. If you can save him, I am willing to do anything for you.”

In that instant, Emery saw an opportunity within those words and decided to take out the bottle of pills he had looted from Rezek. There was something he felt when he grabbed the item, and now he decided to find out more about it.

He quickly opened the bottles one by one and sniffed them all. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but among the three bottles, he could tell that one of them was a kind of high-grade healing pill. Moreover, instinctively, he knew the best way to use it.

He quickly took said pill and cracked it open, before smearing it into the gaping wound on the dying old man’s body. A moment later, the two of them watched as the wound began to close up and Yori suddenly coughed out a mouthful of blood, which Emery knew was a good sign.

Emery then looked at the young man and said, “Now I want you to prove your words.”