Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 3106

Andrew and Godslayer were slammed brutally by Ragnar and smashed directly into the fortress wall.

Rubble rained down in all directions.

Andrew grunted. If this had been before, he would have definitely coughed up blood. However, at this moment, he only felt intense pain throughout his body before recovering. Compared to before, his body had clearly grown tougher by more than one level, and that realization flashed through his mind.

Gripping his sword, Andrew faced Ragnar from a distance, his expression ice cold.

Ragnar stared back at Andrew with equally savage eyes. He could not quite figure out how this weak human was still alive.

That last hit should have split open even those of Edmund and Kaelen. Yet this human seemed only somewhat hurt, with no major damage.

Low growls squeezed out of Ragnar's throat.

Andrew's eye suddenly widened as he watched a werewolf, not particularly massive, slowly transforming before him.

Muscles emerged on Ragnar's withered body. Blue-green blood vessels appeared one by one, blood flowing through them as they spread across his entire form.

The transformed werewolf stood only about 15 feet tall. Though imposing, it was still significantly smaller compared to werewolf princes like Edmund and Kaelen.

Yet, Ragnar's werewolf form gave Andrew an indescribable sense of danger. When those amber, savage eyes locked onto him, Andrew felt every hair on his body stand on end.

"You should be proud that a mere human like you managed to make me reveal my true form to kill!" Ragnar growled, then charged forward.

Andrew thrust his great sword forward, his eyes turning equally fierce.

With a clang, Ragnar's werewolf claw knocked the sword aside. His other claw moved at blinding speed and grabbed for Andrew's throat.

Andrew tilted his head, his legs intertwining as they wrapped around Ragnar's thick werewolf neck.

Both the man and the wolf crashed toward the ground.

A huge crater exploded into existence. However, neither figure could be seen inside it.

Wave after wave of white radiance, like a surging river, slammed into Ragnar. Although the damage was not fatal, he was completely enraged. He threw his head back and let out a long, piercing howl toward the sky.

The already gloomy sky above the Highland stronghold darkened even further, and it was as if night had fallen in an instant.

Andrew's heart sank.

Sure enough, the black clouds parted and revealed a full moon, and Ragnar's body doubled in size. He now stood an astonishing 30 feet tall, moving like a beast.

Even Kaelen and Edmund were completely overshadowed.

'As expected of a Werewolf Progenitor!' Andrew thought and immediately grabbed his sword, sprinting across the ground.

Thunderous footsteps chased after him.

In just two breaths, Ragnar crossed the distance and landed directly in front of Andrew. He opened his massive jaws, and the stench rushing toward Andrew nearly made him vomit.