The cup, illuminated by the moonlight, emitted a sacred silver glow, appearing extraordinarily pure.
However, the liquid inside the silver cup was chilling.
The liquid in the silver cup was a bizarre blood-red color, almost overflowing.
The blood-red hue was extremely pure, emanating a powerful and unsettling wave.
“Tonight is the night the Holy Grail will be filled. I, Prince Augustus, have waited ten years for this day. After tonight, I will become even more powerful!”
Prince Augustus’s eyes shone with a pilgrim’s light as he stared at the Holy Grail, laughing loudly with endless pride and arrogance in his voice.
Behind Prince Augustus stood two elderly men dressed in red robes.
Both elders exuded powerful auras, far surpassing that of Count Henry, who had been slain by Leo.
At this moment, the eyes of the two red-robed elders also glimmered with fervent light.
These two red-robed elders were members of the Modock Family’s elder council, holding duke titles and aligning with Augustus’s faction.
Behind the red-robed elders stood Raziel, the butler dressed in black, and Count Antoine, responsible for Asian affairs intelligence.
At the very back were thirty Blood Wolf Guards, direct bodyguards loyal to Augustus.
All these individuals wore fanatical expressions, sometimes glancing at the Holy Grail on the stone platform, sometimes at the large full moon in the night sky.
The full moon, emitting endless cold moonlight, gradually moved towards the center of the night sky.
The cold moonlight shone on vast patches of dark blue aconite grass, swaying in the wind.
As time passed by the second, the full moon gradually reflected in the blood-red liquid of the Holy Grail.
“Your Highness, it is almost full moon. Please ascend to Altar Heights and drink the holy liquid,” Butler Raziel stepped forward with immense reverence in his eyes.
The fervor on Prince Augustus’s face intensified as he took step after step up the stairs leading to Altar Heights.
The two red-robed elders, Butler Raziel, Count Antoine, and all thirty Blood Wolf Guards knelt on one knee.
Their eyes were filled with endless respect as they watched Prince Augustus ascend to Altar Heights step by step.
When Prince Augustus reached the center of Altar Heights before the Holy Grail, the full moon was directly overhead, its reflection perfectly centered in the Holy Grail.
The viscous blood-red liquid in the Holy Grail was brimming, almost overflowing.
“The holy liquid is now full!” Augustus’s eyes turned blood-red with fervor and joy as he slowly lifted the silver-glowing Holy Grail.
Then, Augustus’s gaze shifted to a towering Werewolf statue behind Altar Heights.
The Werewolf statue, clad in war armor, held a shield in one hand and a giant axe in the other, its mouth full of sharp teeth.
The Werewolf statue’s eyes seemed to burn with red flames, appearing extremely ferocious.
Holding the Holy Grail, Augustus knelt on one knee before the massive Werewolf statue under the moonlight!
“Great Wolf God, I, Prince Augustus of the Wolf Tribe, will inherit your will and ensure our tribe’s eternal legacy and strength!” Augustus’s face was devout, his voice filled with endless reverence.
After his vow, Augustus raised the Holy Grail above his head and tilted it back.
The blood-red liquid poured down.
Gulp… Gulp…
Augustus’s throat moved as he swallowed all the blood-red liquid into his stomach.
The eyes of the two red-robed elders and Butler Raziel turned crimson with fervor and envy as they watched this scene.
When the last drop of liquid from the Holy Grail entered Augustus’s body, an immensely powerful and unsettling wave emanated from him.
Augustus closed his eyes.
Moments later, when Augustus reopened his eyes, they were no longer human. His once fair Western face began to turn ferocious.
Augustus raised his head towards the large full moon above and let out an earth-shattering howl.
An invisible sound wave spread out. The two red-robed elders, Butler Raziel, Count Antoine, and others were all visibly shaken, their fervor intensifying.
Around Altar Heights, vast patches of dark blue aconite grass fell with the spreading sound wave.
Powerful waves of energy continued to emanate from Augustus’s body.
Augustus’s face grew increasingly ferocious and arrogant.
Next, Augustus’s elegant noble attire began to tear apart as pieces of fabric fell away.
His body started to grow rapidly taller. Hard wolf fur sprouted from his white skin.
In just a few breaths, Augustus’s human face transformed into a ferocious wolf head with exposed fangs.
His legs grew thicker and longer while a sturdy wolf tail emerged from his back.
Augustus raised his ferocious wolf head towards the full moon in the night sky and let out a tremendous howl.
His body continued to grow taller.
Four meters, five meters, six meters… eight meters!
When Augustus’s height surpassed eight meters, his hard gray-black wolf fur began to turn silver while his body continued to grow taller.
Eight and a half meters, nine meters… nine and a half meters!
At nine and a half meters tall, Augustus’s fur had turned a pure silver color.
In wolf tribes, height is a crucial measure of strength.
Generally, counts transformed into Werewolves stand over seven meters tall; dukes are over eight meters tall.
Among wolf tribes, only four princes and the slumbering Wolf Emperor have surpassed nine meters in height.
After reaching nine and a half meters tall, Augustus’s growth slowed down. However, he still emitted astonishing energy waves from his body.
Nine point six meters, nine point seven meters, nine point eight meters…
Augustus’s height continued to increase as his aura grew stronger and stronger.
The taller a Werewolf grows, the harder it becomes to increase further. Each decimeter signifies a significant leap in strength.
The holy liquid continued to exert its effects.
“Our great king of the wolf tribe, break through! Break through the ten-meter barrier!” The two red-robed elders raised their hands towards the night sky and shouted fervently.
Nine point nine meters, nine point nine five meters!
Augustus reached an astounding height of nine point nine five meters. His hard silver fur even began to show a hint of noble gold. At least a tuft of fur between his wolf eyebrows had turned golden.
However, just as he was about to break through the ten-meter barrier, the wave inside Prince Augustus weakened. His growth halted.
“Powerful! I feel immense power within me!” Augustus clenched his massive wolf claws tightly and let out a tremendous howl towards the full moon in the night sky.