In a hall festooned with hooks laden with flesh and blood, forty to fifty pig - men of diverse physiques were indulging wholeheartedly in a game exclusive to them—rolling and bathing in an unidentifiable, earth - toned viscous liquid.
The characteristic grunts of swine echoed ceaselessly, one after another.
Apart from the pig - men, countless diminutive figures with intact wings flitted about the fetid hall, attending to the needs of these porcine beings.
These small figures, to varying extents, were afflicted with skin maladies. One could discern from the pallor of their countenances the torment these ailments inflicted.
The pig - men reigned supreme here, wielding unrestrained dominion over the lives of these winged diminutives.
When some pig - men felt the pangs of hunger, they would casually seize one of the small figures, heedless of its despair and terror, and unceremoniously stuff it into their mouths.
The other small figures, though filled with dread upon witnessing such atrocities, dared not even entertain the thought of flight.
"Recently, His Majesty the King has birthed a new Pig King. I am certain that it will not be long before we can once again storm back to the mainland and reclaim our rightful land!"
Suddenly, a rotund, ball - like pig - man, as if inebriated, exclaimed loudly in the viscous pool.
These words elicited unanimous acclamation from the other pig - men.
"Long live His Majesty the King! Once on the mainland, I shall no longer have to consume this contaminated meat! I yearn to feast upon humans, elves, and dwarves! In short, I shall sample all that I have yet to taste!"
"Long live His Majesty the King! I shall employ my consummate culinary skills to prepare the most delectable meats! My great blade thirsts for blood!"
"Long live His Majesty the King!..."
"Long live His Majesty the King!..."
The pig - men cheered in unison.
At that very moment, a pig - man, clad in armor and brandishing a colossal axe, burst into the reeking hall, shouting, "Cease your revelry! Continue indulging, and you''ll be paying homage to the Pig God! Seize your weapons forthwith! A frenzied werewolf has infiltrated and is running amok outside!"
These words left the rather slow - witted pig - men stunned for a considerable moment.
"A werewolf? What''s that stench?"
"It claims there''s a werewolf running amok outside. How could there be a werewolf here?"
"Must have overindulged in spores and is hallucinating. Hahaha..."
The words of the last pig - man provoked laughter among its companions.
The comfort of the mire made them reluctant to part with it easily.
The pig - man soldier who had come to deliver the news was so enraged that its snout twitched. Just as it was about to advance and strike these pig - headed creatures with its axe, the hall suddenly shuddered violently.
The flesh and blood suspended from the ceiling, attached to the iron - locked hooks, emitted a clear metallic clanging sound.
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Subsequently, a familiar, potent aura emanated from the direction of the castle.
"It''s the scent of several pig - leaders and pig - generals! Why are they all descending?!"
Several pig - men exclaimed in alarm.
The pig - man soldier, observing that these fellows still hadn''t grasped the gravity of the situation, felt a profound sense of shame at being of the same ilk.
Before it could utter a word, a massive form suddenly crashed through the hall wall, crushing it into a pulp.
Several nearby pig - men also met their demise, trapped in the pool and slowly succumbing to asphyxiation.
Those small figures, owing to their wings and agility, managed to evade this sudden catastrophe.
"It''s the pig - leader Asak! He''s perished!"
A pig - man identified the owner of the body now lying in the hall.
This was a gargantuan pig - leader, standing at a towering ten meters. At present, a vast cavity had opened in its chest, and its body was drenched in the fetid blood of the swine.
"Quick, arm yourselves! It''s an enemy incursion!"
The pig - men finally comprehended the situation and clumsily clambered out of the bath pool to retrieve their weapons and armor.
By this time, the exterior was already in utter chaos.
Countless pig - man warriors, pig - man mages, and pig - man monstrosities converged upon a single location.
In the sky, the corpses of slain pig - men were incessantly hurled by some fearsome force, crashing into the central pig - man castle.
Glen, transformed into a level - seven werewolf, was like a fearsome beast that had descended upon this place, freely unleashing the might of his body.
He discovered that there was a dense curse power here, which could serve as a source of energy for him, enabling him to maintain this formidable state almost indefinitely.
The ordinary pig - man warriors were mere fodder, no matter how many came. At present, his primary adversaries were the pig - leaders and pig - generals, who resembled mountains of flesh.
There were upwards of twenty of them, relentlessly attacking Glen with abandon.
Intermittently, dark magic meant to disrupt him would land on Glen, but in his current state, it was scarcely noticeable.
Those twenty - odd pig - leaders and pig - generals were, at most, of level - five strength. Although they had substantial vitality, they could not endure for long and would soon fall victim to Glen''s claws.
On a pig - man flag fluttering in the wind at the zenith of the castle, there was a colossal illusory eye, intently observing the battle without so much as a blink.
It was the eye of the pig - man king. Witnessing its pride and joy, the pig - man army painstakingly amassed over a century, being decimated in large numbers, countless blood vessels surfaced in its sclera.
Two illusory, ethereal grunts of the pig resounded across the battlefield, as if conveying an order.
Glen did not understand, yet he noticed that the surrounding pig - men all wore expressions of ecstatic jubilation.
It seemed that more formidable reinforcements were being dispatched... He surmised the reason.
Sure enough, after a violent tremor shook the ground, unknown spikes abruptly sprouted beneath Glen''s feet, rapidly closing in towards the center in an attempt to entrap him.
However, the speed of a level - seven werewolf was more than adequate to handle this.
A colossal pig''s head emerged from the earth, its scarlet eyes rolling eerily as it sought the werewolf''s position.
"Those who impede the advance of the pig - men... must atone with their lives!"
The massive pig''s head roared slogans incomprehensible to Glen, and waves of sound waves that distorted the air rippled out. Upon hearing this, the other pig - men underwent grotesque mutations.
Muscles burst through their skin and fat, rendering the pig - men even more repulsive, terrifying, and frenzied.
Glen''s form was concealed within the copious black smoke he had deliberately released, and he relentlessly assaulted the feeble pig - man soldiers.
These lowest - level combat units were perishing at a rate of several hundred per second.
The newly - emerged pig - man king was enraged to the point of frenzied hopping, yet it was powerless against Glen.
"My army! Curse that werewolf! The army I painstakingly raised! Damned! Damned—!"
On the lofty castle in the distance, the eye of the pig - man king was blood - red, quivering violently. Its venomous voice sent tremors through the ground.
Finally, its somewhat intelligent mind realized that dispatching ordinary pig - man soldiers was a futile waste. Thus, it commanded one of the pig - man generals to lead the troops away from the battlefield.
Witnessing the pig - man king being toyed with by the werewolf, not only failing to pose a threat to the werewolf but also sustaining grievous injuries in the process.
"Damn it! Useless wretches! All pig - men kings, advance! Slay this werewolf without delay!"
Following this furious outburst, five more massive pig - men kings burst through the ground and charged towards the battlefield.
They had distinct physiques and brandished different weapons. The powerful aura that assailed Glen in the battlefield even took him aback.