After driving off the bandits, Count Stanwen returned to his original appearance. His clothes had been torn apart by his beastification, leaving him naked, but the others seemed used to it. A knight immediately brought him fresh clothes.
"Father, was that the Fourth Beastification Form just now?"
Merlin hesitated, then stepped forward to ask. He still knew little about beastification, only its general outline.
"That's right. That was the fourth form of beastification. Our Huiderieman Family inherited the terror crocodile bloodline, a mid-rank giant beast bloodline. Unfortunately, only our ancestor ever reached the fifth form, Full Beastification. No one since has attained that realm. Although I've reached the peak of the fourth form, I know that with my bloodline, it will be difficult to advance any further and cross that final threshold..."
Count Stanwen was helpless as well. The Fifth Beastification Form was a crucial realm, almost a qualitative transformation, but he could no longer reach it. The peak of the fourth form was his limit. In fact, reaching that peak was already a testament to his prowess.
After all, the entire Huiderieman Family had produced only one powerful figure who had reached the fifth form.
With the power Count Stanwen had displayed in his fourth form, he could probably have demolished a small mountain with ease. That explosive strength was beyond anything ordinary people could withstand. Moreover, the Dread Crocodile's defenses were astonishing. In Full Beastification, even its most vulnerable eyes could not be pierced by sharp blades or spears. It was truly terrifying.
Thus, no matter how many more bandits there had been, it would have made no difference. Given enough time, Count Stanwen alone could have slaughtered them all.
"All right, get everyone in order. We're setting off again."
Count Stanwen's presence reassured everyone. With his formidable