As Glen was scraping against the fragments of earth and stone, before he could even swing his claws to sever the tentacle, his vision was abruptly bathed in a scarlet hue.
To his surprise, he found himself within a chamber composed entirely of flesh and blood. Light filtered through the fleshy mass from outside, revealing the pulsating blood vessels that coursed through it.
The Pig - King had vanished without a trace. In front of him stood an unknown creature, its back adorned with a colossal shell reminiscent of that of a snail.
The creature then addressed him in the common human tongue, "Mighty werewolf! If you wish to avoid being ensnared by boundless dread, then depart from this place. I am the envoy of the great Pig God of yore, and I hereby issue you a warning!"
"Spare me your empty bravado. You lack the wherewithal to intimidate me," Glen retorted without hesitation, launching an immediate attack.
With his perception, which had been further enhanced after transforming into a state beyond level - seven, although the Envoy of the Pig God before him possessed a formidable, unidentifiable power, it was still somewhat inferior to his own.
"All your actions are in vain! This will only lead to a mutually - destructive outcome, and you shall gain nothing. Why persevere?"
The Envoy of the Pig God deftly employed flesh - magic to parry Glen''s attacks while continuing to expound on its plea.
"Apologies, but I am a rather tenacious individual. I will not rest until I achieve my goal!"
Glen''s hands were wreathed in the flames of dragon''s breath, shattering the fleshy appendages that even a full - force strike from a level - six knight would have failed to sever.
"This is our domain! You have no right to intrude!"
"Your domain? I believe it is you who were the original intruders," Glen countered.
Based on the observations Glen had made thus far, these Pig - men were undoubtedly the later invaders.
He was uncertain whether the original inhabitants were those small figures, for on the mountaintop where he had emerged, there were also human skeletons.
"This place is suitable for the Pig - men. Thus, it rightfully belongs to us. Had it not been for the obstruction of a human mage, we would have claimed dominion over this land centuries ago!"
"A human mage? Was he more powerful than you are at present?" Glen inquired, evading an incoming attack.
"Certainly not!" the Envoy of the Pig God vehemently denied. "Back then, we were vanquished by the humans of the mainland, losing the protection of the Pig God. I, too, was grievously wounded and on the verge of departing to meet the great Pig God at any moment. Otherwise, how could that human mage have hindered me?"
Glen slowed the tempo of his attacks. He realized that this Envoy of the Pig God was rather guileless, answering every question he posed. Thus, he decided to take this opportunity to glean a general understanding of the situation.
He asked, "Then how did you manage to succeed? Did that mage show mercy?"
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The Envoy of the Pig God seemed to gasp for a few breaths. The previous attacks had evidently consumed a great deal of its power, or perhaps its injuries had yet to fully heal.
It replied, "We know not. One day, that mage simply vanished, and naturally, this place came under our control."
"I see," Glen said, and his attacks resumed with renewed ferocity.
This put the Envoy of the Pig God in a dire predicament. It roared, "Cease your opposition to the Pig - men! Pig - men and werewolves can be allies!"
"I have but one objective: to eliminate you. Accept your fate!"
"Humanity is truly a frenzied race! No, you are a werewolf now. In any case, submit to your destiny!!!"
The Envoy of the Pig God suddenly reared up, revealing a long, perforated lower body.
A powerful suction force erupted from the perforation, extracting streams of black gas from Glen''s form.
It was not a curse.
Glen felt an overwhelming sense of mental fatigue, and even his killing urge was completely drained away.
He now seemed to have entered a state of absolute equanimity.
The Envoy of the Pig God, however, was overcome with ecstasy. "Hahaha... So much negative emotion! I have triumphed! I shall harness these copious desires to attain unparalleled power! All will be restored! Thank you, werewolf!"
But at this moment, Glen, from whom these killing emotions had been siphoned, wore a cryptic smile. "You''ve done me a favor..."
The Envoy of the Pig God, in a state of heightened excitement, paid no heed to Glen''s words, which were as faint as a whisper.
It knew that these desires would only persist for a brief period and that it must eliminate the werewolf before the power dissipated.
To its delight, it felt the werewolf''s killing desire surge violently.
"Hahaha... Werewolf! I never expected you to generate so much desire! It''s all mine! I shall become more powerful than ever before!"
With that, it once again began to draw in the transforming werewolf with great avidity.
Yet, in an instant, it was overwhelmed.
"What is the meaning of this!???"
The Envoy of the Pig God''s mind went blank. It had employed this ability for countless millennia, and this was the first time it had been overwhelmed.
Before it could convert these vast desires into power, it suddenly realized that the werewolf before it had expanded to the point of shattering the flesh - world it had constructed.
Glen ceased his transformation, looking somewhat disappointed at his current state. "Is that all it could absorb? I had hoped to experience that state once more..."
His current form had reached over thirty meters in height. Glowing red stripes adorned his arms, connecting to the fangs of flame.
Although he was unsure what level his previous transformation would be classified as in this world, his current state was undoubtedly level - eight.
While his power had increased significantly compared to level - seven, he felt certain it did not reach level - nine.
Even though he was unaware of the nature of the level - nine realm, it did not prevent him from speculating.
This form did not exhibit an obvious overflow of power. It merely gave the impression of a colossal monster, seemingly less imposing than when he was at level - seven.
But the Envoy of the Pig God beside him had long since entered a state of mental paralysis.
It was attempting to determine how to respond, seeking the guidance of the Pig God, but the Pig God had long since ceased to exist, and its role as an envoy was now merely nominal.
The over - thirty - meter - tall werewolf examined his body in place, then turned his gaze towards the motionless Envoy of the Pig God.
He then sauntered towards it with a leisurely gait.
"I can already feel the killing urge about to flood my mind once more, so I shall waste no time in sending you to meet your Pig God."
As Glen spoke, his massive wolf''s paw descended upon the crown of the Envoy of the Pig God. With the emergence of a faint red glow, the latter''s form gradually dissipated like smoke.
This was a technique Glen had devised himself: the Annihilation - style Curse.
Incorporating the principles of purging magic, it completely erased the Envoy of the Pig God from this dimension.
The surrounding flesh - space, which was connected to the Envoy of the Pig God, also dissipated.
Free from these obstructions, Glen finally obtained a clear view of his surroundings.
It resembled a vast dungeon, heaped with countless bones.
And a small figure, which had been encased in flesh, dropped onto the dungeon floor.
The moment Glen placed his hand on the top of the Envoy of the Pig God, he detected the presence of this peculiar small figure. It possessed a power distinct from all others present, and it was being continuously siphoned off by the Envoy of the Pig God.