Now transformed into a seventh - level werewolf, Glen had the Blazing Fang manifest as a set of peculiar ornaments on his person, bearing a resemblance to the style of the Church''s missionaries.
This left the two individuals opposite him in a state of consternation and uncertainty.
"I care not who you are. Those two puppets now belong to our Church of Truth! Leave this place immediately! Otherwise, you shall meet your demise here!"
Glen intended to both resolve the issue and simultaneously cause some trouble for the Church of Truth. Such was his thought.
Parindus, hesitant to approach its enemies too closely, did not accompany Glen. When it left the town, these individuals were still at a considerable distance from Bayek, and now it dared not enter.
"The Church of Truth? Are you unaware that we, the Spear of Punishment, have been relentlessly hunting them down? It is you who ought to depart!"
The middle - aged man attired in a resplendent robe exclaimed loudly.
He merely perceived that the werewolf before him was of unprecedented might, yet he could not ascertain its precise level. All he knew was that he had to approach this confrontation with due seriousness.
"Then perish you shall!" Glen wasted no words and launched an attack forthwith.
The surrounding trees snapped abruptly under the immense wind pressure he generated.
Naturally, some individuals or elves in the nearby farm detected the commotion. Receiving instructions from an unknown source, they orderly withdrew from the battlefield.
Upon witnessing the werewolf, who claimed allegiance to the Church of Truth, launching an attack in such a crude manner, the two, dressed in a similar fashion, scoffed, believing they could easily handle this werewolf.
This was, in fact, a calculated ploy by Glen to lull them into a false sense of security.
It is not necessarily the case that the more formidable one is in terms of transcendent power, the more abundant their combat experience. Perhaps this holds true during their ascendant phase.
However, if they experience a prolonged period without advancement and lack the tempering of battles that pose a threat to them, no matter how rich their experience was in the past, the uneventful days will gradually erode it.
These two, who had lived for countless centuries, were precisely in such a state, making them prone to underestimating their opponent.
As anticipated, Glen''s attack missed its mark.
Both individuals employed different methods to disappear. When they reappeared, they had readied a powerful strike and charged towards Glen at a far greater speed than Glen''s previous assault!
They confidently intended to unleash their ultimate move at close range.
If the attack were to land, the greater part of the forest would surely be reduced to scorched earth, and this werewolf would undoubtedly be obliterated without a trace.
Yet, an instant before the attack was to be unleashed, Glen''s massive form vanished in a flash. Before the two assailants could react, their bodies were cleaved in two.
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The attack energy in their hands, on the verge of erupting uncontrollably, was swiftly enveloped by large masses of black smoke, which ultimately assimilated these formidable energies.
As his body hit the ground, before closing his eyes, the middle - aged man beheld his lower body hanging from a tree.
Shouts could be heard in the distance. They were the subordinates of these two, who had not had the opportunity to offer assistance before their superiors were instantly slain.
This led them to think they were hallucinating.
However, even if they realized what had occurred, it would be of no avail. Escaping from Glen''s grasp was impossible, save for if he so desired.
Amidst a chorus of wails, all these individuals met a tragic end.
Glen cast a glance into the depths of the forest, and Night Claw emerged, scurrying to clean up the corpses on the ground.
On a tree over a hundred meters away, an invisible figure stealthily withdrew.
There was, in fact, another person. He had been tasked with scouting the terrain, but upon his return, he was confronted with this astonishing scene.
The sight of two sixth - level powerhouses being instantaneously slain, as if they were mere commoners, left this insignificant individual deeply shaken.
He surmised that he would likely never be able to carry out tasks assigned by his superiors again. Returning home to retire was his only option.
He also received a brief message from the two powerhouses moments before their death, stating that a werewolf from the Church of Truth had killed them.
In truth, Glen had detected this escapee, but he reasoned that someone needed to convey the information that he was a member of the Church of Truth, so he refrained from taking action.
After Night Claw had finished clearing away the corpses, Glen apprised his employees of the circumstances surrounding this incident.
The elves, having been forewarned by the Forest Will, were privy to more information.
"By the way, the name ''Spear of Punishment'' seems rather familiar. Does anyone know of this organization?"
Glen inquired of his employees at the end.
Upon hearing this question, everyone, including the elves, regarded him with curious glances, leaving Glen somewhat perplexed.
"The Spear of Punishment is the name of the judicial institution of the Eagle Kingdom in the Southern Continent. Are you truly unaware?"
It was the elven priest, standing somewhat forward, who answered Glen''s query first.
With this reminder, Glen finally recalled the origin of this familiar name from the recesses of the original owner''s memory.
"I wasn''t interested in such matters before, so I was a bit slow to react. Now it comes back to me."
Glen scratched his head, a hint of embarrassment evident.
Everyone was left speechless.
Finally, Glen told the employees to resume their respective tasks and then went out to summon Parindus back.
It had indeed sensed the disappearance of its enemies'' auras, so it did not overly doubt Glen''s claim that he had dealt with the foes.
"Just how powerful are you?"
Parindus''s gaze towards Glen underwent a complete transformation, now tinged with a mixture of fear and respect reserved for the powerful.
"More powerful than you can fathom." Glen retorted, with a touch of bravado.
They then made their way back to the town of Bayek. The puppet lady, Aina, was nowhere to be found in their former abode. She seemed to be in hiding.
Just as Glen was about to inquire, to his astonishment, he saw the puppet lady emerge from his own house.
Parindus explained, a hint of sheepishness in his voice, "I thought you wouldn''t mind, so..."
Glen did not voice any objection. While he truly did not mind, he was somewhat perturbed by the frequent unannounced entries into his home.
The puppet lady, wearing a smile, ran up to the man and the puppet, seemingly completely oblivious to the impending threat of their enemies.
"Parindus, Mr. Glen, how come you''re together?" Aina inquired innocently.
Glen cast a sidelong glance at Parindus, who had reverted to his normal size, and with his usual smile, remarked, "Your brother and I were discussing his employment at my farm."
Parindus spun around abruptly, looking at Glen in disbelief, as if to say: What on earth are you talking about?!
However, upon hearing this, the puppet lady was overjoyed. "Really?! Parindus, are you truly joining Mr. Glen''s team?! That''s wonderful!"
This would allow her to play and converse with her numerous friends without any reservations.
"Aina, it''s not..." Parindus began to explain.
Glen interrupted, "I believe Mr. Parindus wishes to take better care of you, does he not, Parindus?"
Glen shot the puppet brother a meaningful look, as if to say ''think it through''.
After all, Glen had rendered the other party a significant service. Offering some form of recompense was only reasonable, even though the two puppets'' master had already provided payment.
Moreover, Glen intended to establish closer contact with and offer better protection to the two.