A dense rustling sound immediately reached Glen's ears as he walked.

It seems those three mages didn't clean up the mess they created... Glen instinctively guessed the reason for this situation.

The fact that it could react the moment he broke the prison door was highly likely related to those three dark mages.

The sound grew closer, and the creepy noise, like a legion of insects on the march, amplified in this pitch - black, enclosed space, enough to unnerve any ordinary person.

A series of red dots appeared ahead, growing increasingly dense. Glen could make out that they were a group of bat - like creatures.

The difference from bats was that their bodies were as large as humans, with extraordinarily long arms that enabled them to easily scale walls.

Similar to bats, they also had wings, which were tucked along the sides of their long arms and only unfurled when needed.

Like mad, they either crawled or flew towards Glen!

If this number of creatures were outdoors, Glen might have been troubled, but in such a confined space, the situation was entirely different.

Glen's body expanded as he transformed into a fifth - level werewolf. He channeled the Blazing Fang in both hands, and instantly, the previously dark corridor was filled with blinding firelight.

These bat - like creatures seemed to be extremely afraid of light. The moment the firelight appeared, the monsters that had been so purposeful became disoriented, crashing into walls or turning to flee.

However, they clearly didn't realize that what they should fear most was not the light, but the searing heat that could ignite the soul!

Glen advanced, holding two flamethrowers, and the whole scene was as simple as if he were using a super - sized insecticide.

After spraying for an unknown length of time, he finally cleared the area all the way to the monsters' lair.

Everywhere Glen passed was charred black, and the intense power of the dragon's breath lingered.

Glen put away the overheated Blazing Fang and retraced his steps.

The path he came from had no forks, and he found nothing of value. This was clearly just the monsters' den, and only the area around the prison door had another passage.

After entering the other corridor, no more monsters blocked his way, but there were quite a few traps and mechanisms. Nevertheless, Glen could handle them all.

There were murals on the corridor from time to time, depicting the lives of people in ancient times. Glen merely glanced at them and then moved on.

The rooms that appeared at intervals along the corridor were what Glen mainly explored.

Although most of them held no value for him, several rooms were dedicated to the relic's owner's collections. Many seemingly rare treasures were on display.

Of course, these rooms were also equipped with extremely troublesome protective measures, such as illusion traps, mind - confusing mechanisms, and ultra - thick protective barriers, which gave Glen quite a hard time.

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After destroying all the protective measures, Glen marked the spots, making it convenient to bring people here to retrieve the items later.

There was another downward - spiraling staircase. This was the fourth one Glen had encountered, meaning he was now on the fifth underground level of the relic.

I wonder how many levels this relic has in total?…Glen thought as he stepped onto the downward - leading steps.

When he reached the bottom of the staircase and passed through the archway ahead, the scene he saw was quite unexpected.

Instead of the expected corridor, there was an extremely vast circular arena, as large as a football field. In the middle, a giant knelt, with several swords stuck in its back.

Glen took a few steps forward. Since no traps or mechanisms were triggered, he took a few more steps.

Repeating this process of confirmation, he eventually reached the giant.

Somehow, Glen felt that the giant exuded a great sense of majesty, and an impulse to kneel and worship welled up in his heart.

Perhaps this was the original owner of this relic? With so many swords stuck in its back, it's really pitiful... Glen thought, stroking his chin and looking at the giant with a touch of mockery.

There were black stains on the ground, presumably the giant's blood.

The giant wore armor as thick as a wall. Its face was hidden beneath a knight's helmet, and its hands hung down to the ground. A huge battle - axe and a large shield were scattered on either side.

Glen first went to examine the huge battle - axe. He studied it for a long time but couldn't tell what material it was made of. Then, he wrapped his arms around the axe - handle, preparing to lift it.

Just by looking at this giant, one could tell it must have been formidable in its prime. Its weapon should be at least on par with the Blazing Fang.

The battle - axe wasn't as heavy as he had expected. Instead, considering its size, it was rather light.

Although Glen exerted all his strength, lifting the battle - axe like an ant, he knew the weight was off.

Suddenly, he aimed the battle - axe at a spot and smashed it down with all his might!

Bang——!

After a loud noise, the battle - axe seemed unharmed, but after a second or two, there were two cracking sounds, and several cracks appeared on the axe - body.

"So it's already useless..." Glen said, uninterested, and put down the axe - handle.

He didn't even bother to look at the large shield. Presumably, it was as useless as the battle - axe.

Glen walked around to the back of the giant. Looking at the swords stuck in the giant's back, he couldn't help but rub his hands.

With a leap, Glen jumped onto the giant's hunched back. He first picked a handsome - looking red greatsword and tried to pull it out of the giant's back with both hands.

However, even when he turned red in the face from exertion, he couldn't budge the greatsword at all.

So he transformed into a third - level werewolf, then a fifth - level werewolf, and finally, he had to transform into a seventh - level werewolf.

Dense black smoke of the curse enveloped the entire body of the giant.

Glen grabbed the hilt of the red greatsword and exerted a sudden, powerful pull!

The red greatsword trembled slightly, and Glen continued to apply force.

Little by little, red arcs of electricity emerged from the giant's wound under the greatsword, increasing in number as the greatsword slowly rose.

Glen was well aware of the possible consequences of pulling out the greatsword. The worst - case scenario was that the giant would come back to life. But even if the giant was extremely powerful in its prime, by now, it shouldn't have much power left.

Judging from the overall protective measures of this relic, its original owner couldn't have been much stronger than Glen in his seventh - level form.

The red greatsword was finally pulled out from the giant's back by Glen. There was no gush of blood, and even the part of the greatsword that had been inserted into the giant's body was completely blood - free.

Glen held high the red greatsword, which was still quite large for his current body. He tried squeezing it with force and could feel its great hardness.

It seems this one isn't useless... Relieved, Glen first dropped the greatsword and prepared to pull out the other swords.

But the next moment, the several greatswords stuck in the giant's back actually began to slowly pull themselves out!

Glen was startled, thinking the giant was really coming back to life, and quickly jumped down.

He watched the kneeling giant, ready to fight at any moment.

But all he saw was the greatswords falling to the ground and then turning into wisps of smoke and disappearing, while the giant remained in the same position, motionless.

This made Glen heave a sigh of relief.

What a pity about those swords. Why did they disappear on their own?…Glen thought with regret, and could only take away the red greatsword.

Just as he took a few steps, a voice of unparalleled majesty echoed in Glen's mind:

"Who are you?"