Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

It seemed that fate had played a ridiculous joke on the old man in purple robe. The monster before him was not supposed to be here at all!

The werewolves, as tall as houses, almost filled the hall. If the Marquis' villa had not been luxurious and spacious enough, the building would have been lost.

Instead of waiting for the old man's response, someone hiding in the shadows tried to escape.

This naturally could not be concealed from the powerful perception of an eighth-level extraordinary creature. As soon as he moved, he was blown out by the werewolf's breath, fell to the ground, and quickly knelt down to beg for mercy.

"Your Excellency! This has nothing to do with me! It was all done by Hamil! I know nothing!"

Hearing the assassin's words, the purple-robed old man, who could not move at all, had veins throbbing on his forehead, and it was obvious that he was very angry.

"I don't believe a word you say. Let the victims have their say."

The giant werewolf said something that confused the two.

Then they saw a blood mist emitting a strong curse scattering from the wolf's claws, covering the bodies of the Marquis' family.

Immediately afterwards, the wounds on the corpse healed visibly, and the Marquis and his family opened their eyes!

Ioni felt like he had fallen into a dark, bottomless abyss. Everything was getting away from him. He was just falling, falling...

She had no way to vent the resentment, unwillingness, and despair in her heart, but she suddenly felt a strong force pulling her up and saving her from the endless abyss!

After her vision cleared, what she saw was naturally a huge werewolf.

She was not scared. After all, they were all dead and there was nothing to be afraid of.

When I turned around, it was my father, and my brothers and sisters.

Why can't I see my mother? ... Ioni was puzzled.

The werewolf suddenly spoke up: "Tell me, what happened to you? I will give you justice."

Seeing that the Marquis family was still confused, Glenn had to add: "I'm Dylan."

After introducing herself, Ioni gradually came to her senses. She stood up suddenly and looked around.

When he saw his two enemies again, his eyes suddenly widened and he almost rushed up to bite them to death.

But she just took a step and didn't do anything stupid like that.

Ione turned back to Glenn and said, "They took the diary! And they killed us! We can't let them go!"

"Please give me more details." Glenn almost curled up and sat down.

Ioni then recounted everything that happened to him after returning home, and added his own guesses about the two men:

"The organization called Beyond the World that they belong to must be plotting something related to the dragon or the great priest! We must make them confess everything they know! It's best to use cruel punishment! This is what I'm good at! Leave it to me!"

I can see that you really want to take revenge yourself... Glenn was silent for a moment before he said, "Actually, it's not that difficult for me to get their information."

Ioni lowered her head and bit her lip, feeling very unwilling.

But the werewolf said, "But I can still let you play with me afterwards."

The noble lady, who had accumulated infinite hatred in her heart, looked up in surprise, and among thousands of words she could only say: "Thank you!"

The Marquis had just figured out the situation, but his daughter had already settled everything.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't think of any words, so he could only follow his daughter in thanking her.

The two members of "Outside the World" never expected that their stories would take such a turn.

Faced with a level eight warrior who was like a god, it was difficult for them to commit suicide. Even if they did commit suicide, they could be easily resurrected by the other party, leaving them with no room for resistance.

The werewolf stretched out his hand again, and two curses were injected into the bodies of the purple-robed old man and the assassin.

Both of them felt their strength rapidly declining, and in the end they were almost the same as ordinary people.

There is endless anger in my heart but I have no way to vent it. I can only wait for the judgment of fate.

Glenn changed back into human form, and the Marquis and his family made way for him to walk in front of the purple-robed old man.

"Now tell me everything you know."

Facing Glenn's question, the old man instinctively wanted to refuse and sneer, but his mouth was out of his control and he said;

"We are members of the Beyond World, which was created by the most powerful drifting creature, the Obstacle Avoiding Yellow Suit. We wander the borders of all worlds, collecting everything that our master might be interested in.

“The Killing Blade and I are here for a relic of the Demon Dragon. After years of searching, we have locked our target on Marquis Lakeo. The relic seems to have been obtained by his ancestors.

"So we devised a plan to kill the Marquis's beloved wife, and then pretended to be a powerful magician who could bring the dead back to life to get close to the Marquis..."

When the Marquis heard this, he lost control of his emotions and wanted to go up and tear the purple-robed old man to pieces like a madman.

Glenn stopped the marquis' children who were trying to stop him, "If you want to vent your anger, do it now. Don't worry, you can't kill him."

Once these words were spoken, the people who were trying to stop him no longer suppressed their anger.

A group of people rushed forward, and the old man in purple robe had no power to fight back. He was kicked to the ground and his body and face were stepped on and hit.

Glenn also reminded the Marquis that using weapons would be more effective.

One of the Marquis's sons heard it, looked around, picked up a chair that looked very valuable and went back into battle.

The old man's face was clearly covered in blood, but he clenched his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

The assassin standing by prayed to God that no one would notice him, but he was still dragged in.

Ioni was not among those who were venting. The lady was standing aside, watching coldly.

Glenn turned around and asked, "Aren't you going to kick them a few times?"

Ioni looked at his father and his brothers and sisters with messy hair, and the corners of his mouth twitched. "I will use a more tormenting method later. There is no need to rush."

Isn't it just about her image? ... Glenn didn't expose her.

Several of them stopped fighting until they were exhausted. They all sat on the ground, their clothes in disarray, and they were gasping for breath.

Someone had stripped the purple-robed old man's clothes off, leaving only a little cloth covering his vital parts.

His skinny body was covered in bruises and blood. Most people would have died if they were beaten like this, but he was still alive.

Glenn also found it offensive and reminded him of a saying - how disgraceful!

The assassin wasn't much better, at least his clothes were intact.

But he still had to ask, so he endured the discomfort in his eyes and spoke:

"Go on, what happened next? Is that notebook the relic you're looking for?"

The old man himself doesn’t know what his current mood is like. It is probably distorted beyond description.

But his mouth still betrayed his strong will:

"We have been searching for it in the Marquis's house for several years, but to no avail. Until recently, I had a dream in which I saw you obtain the diary of the great priest from the Dragon Era. So I changed my goal and asked the Marquis to go and get your diary in person.

"I thought you were just a piece of trash..."