Yarin's POV:
His subordinates behind him stepped aside, revealing the Lycans strewn casually on the ground. They had clearly put up a fight, but each bore silver burn marks, and so had even undergone deformities, clearly tainted by malevolent forces.
I couldn't bear to look any longer and asked Tyle, "You're a follower of Azazel."
"I believe you know, after all, you were fortunate enough to beco the vessel for my lord's descent." He seed to consider it the utmost honor, his expression a mixture of longing and madness. "Therefore, even if you torture , I won't do anything to you. Returning the vessel is enough to earn my lord's favor; I seek nothing else."
He extended his hand toward . "Don't waste any more ti; it's ti for us to leave."
I allowed him to drag away and calmly asked, "Will you spare the others?"
"Of course." Tyle nodded as if it was obvious, then suddenly smirked maliciously. "Of course not. They'll all die tonight as a celebration of my release!"
Before his words could settle, screams echoed as his subordinates attacked the servants.
Seeing this, I wasn't surprised, just let out a sigh.
This unnerved Tyle, and he threatened viciously, "You better not try anything funny, or I'll turn them into twisted monsters and make them die in the most excruciating ways."
"I gave you a chance," I said. "If you keep your promise, you can return to eating prison food."
"What?"
I turned into a pile of flesh in his shocked gaze and slipped from his grasp. He instinctively reached out to grab but stumbled and fell flat on his face. I had securely wrapped my legs around him.
The other fugitives were also attacked as the transford werewolves pounced on them. With sharp claws, they instantly carved wounds deep enough to expose the bone. After the initial chaos, the fugitives quickly beca werewolves to fight back.
Their wolves were heavily distorted, clearly transford from the inside out by malevolent forces.
These fugitives had fallen, constantly emanating malevolent energy.
They lunged at the wolves with malicious grins, and their formidable strength quickly gained the upper hand. Naturally, they released more malevolent energy to corrupt their forr kin. This tactic must have been used many tis to contaminate others.
The wolves evaded, fearing the taint of malevolent energy, and were disadvantaged.
This resistance seed on the verge of collapse.
The struggle between Tyle and remained in a stalemate.
"Just this?" he grinned savagely. "A group of weaklings. Resisting will only make their deaths faster and more painful."
He was caught in my tight grip, unable to make significant moves, so he resorted to so dirty tricks. Cold black mist with a strong sulfuric sll emanated from his seven orifices, causing dizziness, confusion, and a feeling of oppression.
"You don't understand what you're facing," Tyle's voice gradually turned hoarse and piercing, the malevolent energy corroding his body, but he didn't care. "How can mortal flesh contend with the power of a god? Struggle, resist, everything is in vain. Nothing you do can change the ultimate outco."
He roared in agony, and the intense malevolent energy surged from his body, carrying a chill wind that swept everything off balance.
This power differed from the malevolent energy of the other fallen werewolves-it was pure, intense, and unstoppable, as if Azazel were standing here.
"You're not special!" Tyle laughed maniacally, his voice no longer human. "Now, I'm also a vessel for the god, the supre glory."
The strong malevolent energy swept over the entire scene, and the werewolves let out sharp howls, enduring the imnse pain caused by their deformities.
At this mont, an invisible force enveloped their bodies, drawing out the malevolent energy that had tainted them like charcoal absorbing impurities. Their deformities were halted, even reversed, but it wasn't enough, as the source of contamination was still present.
"Run, find the warriors outside, it's safe there!" I yelled at the wolves while Heller simultaneously controlled the minds of the fallen werewolves, rendering them briefly
sluggish. Seizing this opportunity, the wolves retreated.
"Yarin!" Lady Charlies' wolf looked at anxiously, and I had to urge Heller to pull her away quickly.
I couldn't follow along. Tyle's target was ; joining Lady Charlies' group would only bring relentless danger.
Tyle didn't care about this. He didn't care that the wolves were fleeing or that his subordinates were being controlled.
"You can't escape now," I said. "No one can leave unscathed after wreaking havoc in the werewolf pack."
Tyle sneered. "You're a foolish boy. You don't understand the power of the gods."
"Is that so? Maybe you're the fool." I said coldly. "Gods aren't invincible. Soone once stripped a god of its divinity. You're just blinded, so you've elevated gods to an untouchable status."
"Say whatever you want. A dying worm's sophistry won't be taken seriously."
Tyle's body was rapidly distorting, sprouting broken bone wings, pale sharp bone horns protruding from his forehead, muscles swelling like fernting dough, gleaming with a marble-like luster.
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