The icy moonlight shone upon the vast stretches of ghostly blue aconite grass, swaying with the wind.

In the night sky, the full moon gradually mirrored in the Moonlight Chalice, within that blood-red liquid.

"Your Highness the Prince, the full moon is imminent, please ascend the altar and drink the Divine Liquid."

Butler Dacil, dressed in a black suit, stepped forward, his eyes brimming with immeasurable reverence as he spoke.

"Heh heh, the Divine Liquid..."

Prince Barrello's eyes were filled with a fervent gleam, his gaze fixed on the blood-red liquid in the Moonlight Chalice.

Step!

Step!

Step!

Prince Barrello's footsteps were steady as he climbed the steps leading to the altar, his crimson eyes locked onto that liquid within the blood chalice.

Two elders in red, Butler Dacil, Viscount Curtis, and thirty Wolf Shadow Guards all kneeled on one knee, their gazes filled with endless reverence, watching Prince Barrello step by step towards the altar.

When Prince Barrello reached the center of the altar, in front of the Moonlight Chalice.

At this moment, the full moon in the night sky was also directly overhead, casting a vast expanse of icy moonlight, the full moon was reflected at the center of the Moonlight Chalice.

At this instant, the blood-red viscous liquid in the Moonlight Chalice was already brimming, as if it were about to overflow.

"Heh heh heh, the Divine Liquid has filled the chalice!"

Barrello's crimson eyes were filled with fervor and joy as he slowly lifted the Moonlight Chalice, which radiated a silvery glow.

Barrello's gaze turned to the towering statue of a giant werewolf behind the altar.

The enormous werewolf statue was clad in war armor, a shield in one hand and a giant axe in the other, its mouth filled with sharp teeth, its eyes seemingly ablaze with crimson flames, appearing extremely menacing.

Holding the Moonlight Chalice, Barrello knelt on one knee before the giant werewolf statue, bathed in the moonlight of heaven and earth!

"O mighty god of the Wolf Race, I, Prince Barrello, shall inherit your will, ensuring my Wolf Race's eternal legacy and everlasting strength!"

Barrello's gaze, filled with the light of a pilgrim, gazed at the colossal werewolf statue, his voice overflowing with fervor.

As his words fell, Barrello's crimson eyes slowly landed on the blood-red liquid in the Moonlight Chalice.

Barrello lifted the Moonlight Chalice above his head, then opened his mouth.

The Moonlight Chalice tilted, and the blood-red liquid flowed down.

Gulp! Gulp!

Barrello's protruding throat bobbed, swallowing the blood-like red liquid entirely into his stomach.

The two red-clad elders, Butler Dacil, and others were all flooded with a crimson hue, their eyes filled with unending fervor and envy as they watched this scene.

Boom~!

When the last drop of liquid from the Moonlight Chalice entered Barrello's body, an immensely powerful, heart-palpitating wave of energy emanated from him.

Barrello closed his eyes.

Swoosh!

When those crimson eyes opened again, they turned into a horrifying scarlet, his once pale Western face began to grow incredibly menacing.

"Roar~!!!"

Barrello raised his head, gazing at the large, bright full moon above him, letting out an earth-shattering howl.

An invisible sound wave spread outward, shocking the two red-clad elders, Butler Dacil, Viscount Curtis, and others, deepening the fervor in their eyes.

All around the altar, vast stretches of ghostly blue aconite grass swayed, following the spreading sound wave, collapsing entirely.

Boom boom boom!

Waves of heart-palpitatingly powerful energy continuously emanated from Barrello's body.

Barrello's face grew increasingly menacing and arrogant.

Rip! Rip!

Barrello's elegant aristocratic attire began to rip apart, the clothes tearing into shredded fabric, falling away.

Barrello's form began to sharply grow taller, as hard wolf fur started sprouting on his once white skin.

His Western face transformed into a ferocious wolf head, its mouth lined with sharp teeth, exuding a fearsome aura.

His long legs grew enormously thick, and a stout wolf tail emerged behind him.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Barrello raised his ferocious wolf head towards the night sky's full moon, howling loudly.

The figure on the altar grew rapidly taller.

Three meters, four meters, five meters... eight meters!

When Barrello's form exceeded eight meters, the coarse gray-black wolf fur began transforming into silver, yet.

The massive form continued to grow taller.

Eight point three meters, eight point five, nine meters... nine point four!

Now, all of Barrello's fur had turned to extraordinarily pure silver, exuding a trace of nobility, yet the gaze from his wolf head was violently intimidating.

Previously, back at Feipu Manor, the Count Hilcon, slain by Qin Yang, was only a little over seven meters, while Barrello's height had already crossed nine meters.

In the Wolf Race, height is an extremely crucial measure of strength, hence the gap between a Count and a Prince was as vast as an abyss.

Typically, after transforming into werewolves, Counts reach over seven meters, Dukes over eight meters, and within the Wolf Race, only the four princes and the dormant Wolf Emperor break the nine-meter threshold.

Roar Roar Roar!

When Barrello's form surpassed nine and a half meters, the growth rate slowed, yet his body continued emitting astonishing waves of energy.

Nine point five, nine point six, nine point seven...

Barrello's height kept increasing, the aura emanating from him growing ever more powerful.

The taller a werewolf grows, the more difficult it becomes to increase, each decimeter marking a leap in power.

Boom boom boom!

Waves of incomparably heart-palpitating energy spread from Barrello's body, the Divine Liquid's powerful effect being fully exerted now.

"Our Wolf Race's mighty king, break through, surpass the ten-meter boundary!"

The two red-clad elders, Butler Dacil, Viscount Curtis, and others watched Barrello, whose form continued incrementally rising, with eyes filled with endless fervor.

Nine point eight, nine point nine, nine point nine five!

Barrello's height soared to an astonishing nine point nine five meters, and the hard silver fur began to show a touch of regal gold.

At least, a tuft of fur between his wolf brows had turned golden.

However, just as he was about to reach the ten-meter mark, the energy wave within Prince Barrello's body weakened, and his height ceased to rise.

"Heh heh heh... Power! I feel an immensely strong power within me!"

Barrello's immensely thick wolf claws clenched, gazing at the full moon in the night sky, howling loudly.

"But damn it, so close, just a tiny bit more and I would have broken through ten meters!"

In Barrello's gigantic roaring voice, there was a note of unwillingness.

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