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Chapter 974 The Search Party.

He was still focusing intently on the mountain walls when the mountain itself began to shake. A massive vibration went through the mountain. He stumbled as the ground cracked open. A massive gorge appeared in the cavern. It split the cavern apart quickly. He levitated in the air so as not to fall into the chasm that opened on the floor. 

The crack that split the cavern didn't originate from the cavern. The crack came from the mountain walls. The entire mountain is being split apart. It is shaking and large icy rocks are coming loose from it. 

"This can't be good."

He was right. There was a loud roar as the mountain began to separate. The cracks turned into large rifts that continued to widen. The ground was shaking from all the vibrations and explosions caused when the large rocks hit the ground. 

He lamented as he dodged the falling rocks. "This is bad. Someone is bringing down the entire mountain on me. They have caught up to me and they must be very strong. It seems I will die here today."

He expected the mountain to fall down on him. After all, that is the only logical reason why a lifeless mountain will start to shake and break apart. He believed that his pursuers had finally caught up to him and that it had to be a very strong one since they had managed to cause such a very large mountain to collapse.

He is both right and wrong. A strong pursuer has caught up to him but the mountain is not falling down on him because it is collapsing. The mountain is not falling down because someone is breaking it. It is rising up because it can do that on its own and because it wants to. 

The rocks that fell down are just debris attached to their body. The mountain is not made from a single entity. These entities separated when the mountain rose up. There are exactly a hundred of them that formed the mountain. Each one is a colossal thing about a thousand kilometers tall.

Ragnarok didn't know that. He is very busy with keeping himself alive. As for now, running around for his life is the highest priority on his agenda. Chunks of rock fell down so he had to evade them or risk being smashed. It was not easy at all. He had to use his physical strength and spells to fight his way out. 

His divine sense helped mostly. It gave him a wider sense of everything around him so he could plan the best route to escape. Without his divine sense, he would only be able to fight what's right in front of him and probably fly into a dead end formed of debris too large to evade. Then he would be crushed.

Fortunately, he survived. He managed to weave his way through the avalanche of falling death. But he was not elated when he reached a sufficient height to be safe from the rocks. What he saw didn't make him happy at all. 

He is effectively surrounded by what appears to be 100 colossal ice golems or some special race of ice elementals. The fact that he didn't sense them at all made him unhappy but it also indicates how much danger he is truly in. 

What truly made him unhappy was the sight of the pursuer that caught up to him. It is a single person on top of a sea of blood.

He gritted his teeth and muttered angrily, "Xigger."

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A few Moments Ago.

A Massive Warrog with blood-red fur and red teeth flew across the icy desert. This Warrog is 11 meters tall. It has 2 red and tall horns. Their body is the epitome of perfection. It is muscular and toned in the right proportions

This Warrog is also dressed in a very expensive white amour that one might identify as something that royalty wears. The armor is white because it is made out of bones. Some wouldn't think they are made out of bones because of the intricate way that they were designed. After all, bones would rather break than be forged into fine armor. 

The bones were not gotten from willing or unwilling donors. They are the bones of this Warrog. They grew out in various parts of its body to form the armor. There is also a red cape attached to the shoulders of this Warrog. It forms a striking contrast to his white armor. 

This Warrog is a Vampire but it looks very different from what Xigger used to look like. That's because Xigger has grown much stronger as an ancestral vampire. A lot of blood from powerful beings can do that to an ancestral vampire.

A voice said from within his head, "You have to hurry. The wood elves know where you are right now. They are chasing after you now. That white bitch must have told them. They will be here soon."

"I am going as fast as I can." He replied.

"You better hope it is fast enough."

Xigger asked anxiously, "Are you sure that I am going in the right direction?"

His red eyes scanned through the frozen north as diligently as an eagle looking for prey but he couldn't see much apart from endless mountains of ice and snowy wind. If not for the demon god, he wouldn't know where to go in order to find his son.

The voice said confidently, "Don't worry. You are going in the right direction. He went this way before he suddenly disappeared a few weeks ago."

"Are you sure he isn't dead?" Xigger asked in concern.

The voice replied with exasperation. "No, he didn't die. How many times will you ask me that question, you foolish mortal? And how many times do I have to explain it to you before your slow mind understands it?"

"Just tell me," Xigger asked in desperation. 

He needs the confirmation. It is all he can rely on right now. He is clinging to it to ward off thoughts that his son is dead and that his search will be fruitless.