Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

“It’s common for artists to appreciate each other.”

These nobles engaged in self-righteous discussions on matters of art.

It is all for the purpose of showing off in front of a certain lady or man that one likes, and it is also a common process at such gatherings.

When everyone is satisfied, the party will naturally end.

Illya politely declined the fourth prince's offer of farewell and sat in her own gorgeous carriage, heading for her villa in the royal capital.

In the carriage, Illya was leaning against the window, seemingly asleep.

But her consciousness had already appeared in a huge palace standing in white clouds and smoke.

Illya turned into a giant covered in silver. Her figure was still the most perfect female figure, but she was like a statue, lacking vitality.

The giant floated to a huge square table that looked like a sandbox.

There were densely packed silver statues on the table. They were of different shapes and it was impossible to tell what race they were. Some looked ugly and weird, while others were beautiful like works of art.

Among these collectibles that look like figures, there is a pile of debris, as if it had been destroyed by some force.

The giant didn't move at all, and all the debris broke free from the constraints of gravity and formed a strange monster with faces all over its body in front of the giant.

This was the guy that Glenn helped the Left Dragon Master kill in the giant tower of the Demon Dragon Ruins.

The restored statue did not last for a short while before quickly disappearing into nothingness.

The giant stretched out his silver arm, which was as smooth as a mirror, and picked up a statue, which was an elf-like statue.

After staying on the square table for a while, the statue was placed in a position.

After doing this, the giant's consciousness disappeared and returned to Illya's body.

The girl took a slight breath through her upturned nose, her tightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened.

"It's faster than I expected. We have to speed up." She murmured in a very low voice, as if talking to herself.

There was no one else in the carriage, but there was a response from the void on the opposite side:

"Don't worry, my lord. When you take action, no accident can be called an accident."

Illya did not comment on what was said in the void.

……

Dude Town.

In the police station.

Glenn was in Dougley's office, sipping a cup of refreshing tea while listening to the old sheriff speak.

Today, Dougli suddenly found Glenn in Dude's shop and asked the employees to notify Glenn to come here.

Said he had something important to tell him.

When I arrived, I found out that it was the big shot who gave me the house last time who had sent me something again.

"Glenn, just tell me, who is your boss? Why would they give you something so valuable?"

Dougli looked over and over the thing in his hand, and was extremely curious about the person above Glenn.

The old sheriff was holding a bracelet inlaid with emerald gemstones. According to the instructions that came with it, wearing this thing could gain the protection of a great being.

The name of that great being is too long, so I will not describe it.

In short, after wearing this bracelet, you can withstand at least five full-strength attacks from top-level level five transcendents.

This kind of thing can be said to be a rare artifact, and I wonder how many nobles will be crazy about it.

But it was sent to me by express delivery just like that! It totally overturned Dougli's three views.

Although Glenn disagreed in his heart, he still pretended to be extremely excited and said:

"Maybe it's a very good friend of my father's generation. Anyway, I don't know. The other party has never revealed any information to me. Okay, give me my treasure quickly."

As he said this, he snatched the bracelet from the old sheriff's hand and looked at it solemnly.

Daogli smiled, but he didn't show much greed. He just reminded:

"You can't show this thing to others easily. It can easily bring disaster. I suggest you disguise it."

"I know."

Glenn put the bracelet away. If he wasn't afraid that his nonchalant attitude would scare the old sheriff, he would have given the bracelet to him directly.

The two chatted for a while, and Daogli suddenly brought up something.

"Recently, we have received many reports from townspeople saying that they have seen demons. Our police officers have investigated many times but have not found anything. If you have time, could you help take a look?"

The old sheriff knew that Glenn had extraordinary powers. The security organization in their small place had limited capabilities. When faced with something involving the supernatural, they could only shamelessly ask Glenn for help.

Glenn just waved his hand casually, "It's okay, I'll go around town and clear out any demons that may be there."

Such a straightforward attitude touched and delighted the sheriff. He knew that Glenn still regarded him as a friend and would not look down on him just because he was an ordinary person.

After talking about some details, Glenn left the police station. He did not delay and planned to walk around the town before going back.

He only needs to enhance his perception to know the situation in most of Dude Town.

Although he could cover the entire town in just a short walk, he still took a small walk to be on the safe side.

Sure enough, he discovered several demon minions hiding in the bodies of several townspeople.

Glenn simply released part of the curse power and swept across with ease, destroying those demons with little fighting power into thin air.

It was normal for demons to appear on the continent from time to time and possess living things to cause trouble, but it was not so frequent, which made Glenn think deeply.

If there were only one or two in the town, he wouldn't think it was unusual, but he just found more than ten, which was a bit abnormal.

With something on his mind, Glenn drove the deer cart through the streets and slowly headed out of the town.

At this time, five drunken mercenaries passed by and shouted. The strong smell of alcohol made the passers-by stay away from them.

Only Glenn's deer cart kept going its own way.

One of the mercenaries staggered and bumped into the big deer. The big deer was very disgusted and spat in the face of the mercenary.

This was like stirring up a hornet's nest. Not only was the mercenary who was scolded angry, but the other four companions were also glaring with anger.

The mercenary who was spat on actually drew out the dagger at his waist and stabbed it towards the deer's neck, cursing:

"Damn you! I'm going to skin you and make a rug!"

The other mercenaries went towards Glenn, saying something like "the bastard dared to hit their friend".

Unfortunately, they picked the wrong person. The guy with the dagger was kicked by Glenn and turned into a windmill. After spinning for who knows how many times, he lay on the ground wailing.

Others were even more miserable, having their hands and feet broken by violence.

The crackling sound of the broken bones scared the passers-by around.

Because Glenn is famous, his face is covered and no one recognizes him.

Although his big deer was very eye-catching, no one remembered Glenn's appearance before he became famous, and now no one thinks about who he is.

Looking at the miserable mercenaries lying on the ground, Glenn just clapped his hands nonchalantly.

One look at these guys' behavior tells you that they are usually arrogant and domineering. If we break their hands and feet, it would be better for them to just be disabled people in the future.