Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The sound echoed in the dungeon for a long time, but there was no response.

The fifth prince looked at his guardian knight, then mustered up his courage and took a few steps forward with the lantern in his hand.

The light illuminated a figure sitting on the ground.

The fourth prince had his back to the crowd, his head lowered, and was making small movements. It was unknown what he was doing.

"Rick, what are you doing?"

The fifth prince came closer and asked again. Only then did the figure in the dungeon react and turned his head suddenly. When everyone saw clearly what he was doing, they were all shocked.

The fourth prince, who was once so noble and elegant, now had blood in his mouth and was holding the body of a dead rat in his hands!

The one who was most shocked here was undoubtedly the fifth prince. After all, they were brothers who grew up together. Now, seeing such a scene, all kinds of bad emotions intertwined and emerged, causing the fifth prince to scream.

The king soon learned about this matter. He was handling government affairs in his bedroom and almost fainted when he heard the news for the first time.

After all, he is his own flesh and blood, and now he has become like this.

"The Queen must not know about this! All of you, keep your mouths shut!"

"We understand!"

Several messengers immediately expressed their fear and assurance.

The fourth prince was secretly sent out of the underground city by the king and sent to a special ward in the royal hospital.

Because his mental state was extremely unstable at this time and his strength was several times greater, it took several level three knights to hold him down and successfully complete the inspection.

The results of the examination disappointed the king, there was still nothing.

"Haven't you seen what he looks like now?! How can you say that his mind is normal?!"

The old king was rarely furious, and the doctor who was yelled at was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and trembled all over.

The king knew it was not their fault and forced himself to calm down.

After pacing back and forth, the old king suddenly seemed to have made up his mind. He waved his robe, turned around and strode out of the hospital.

Several guards quickly followed.

At this moment, the fourth prince called out from the ward: "Illya! My Illya! Can you be okay?!"

The king paused, and boundless anger surged in his chest, which he couldn't suppress.

He now really wanted to cut into pieces the woman who caused his son to become like this, and he also wanted to beat up his incompetent fourth son.

But he couldn't do any of these.

A soft soothing magic enveloped the old king, preventing him from getting sick from his anger.

This was done by the magician who was guarding in secret.

Feeling much better, the old king continued on his journey.

At this moment in the ward, the fourth prince was bound by powerful magic chains. His bloodshot eyes reflected not the ceiling of the ward, but a completely different scene.

Illya, whom he thought about day and night, was covered with scars, her torn clothes were stained with blood, and her sad face was full of dependence on him.

A big hairy hand roughly grasped the slender waist of such a beauty, and the werewolf roared and mocked the four princes with his big smelly mouth.

"You can't do anything! You pathetic prince! You will witness the person you love most being torn to pieces by me! And you can only watch! Hahaha..."

As the werewolf spoke, he used his claws to scratch a deep cut on the woman's fair skin in a provocative manner. Illya cried because of the pain.

"Prince...Your Highness, won't you save me..."

Illya looked so miserable and pitiful that the Fourth Prince's heart ached. It was as if those wounds were cut on his own body. No, it was even more painful than that.

He struggled frantically, but his body and limbs were bound tightly by some force and he couldn't move at all.

This made him furious all the time, and his expression became more and more crazy.

The doctors only saw that the Fourth Prince's condition was deteriorating rapidly, and his body was struggling even though his bones were dislocated due to excessive force.

"We can't go on like this! Use a sleeping spell! Or inject a sedative!"

"I've just tried that! It didn't work!"

The panicked doctors could not see that energy from nowhere was silently entering the fourth prince's mouth and nose.

And cracks began to appear in the binding magic.

At the same time, a strange and evil whisper rang in the fourth prince's ears:

"Do you feel this endless pain? This is the result of incompetence. Do you want to gain power and take everything into your hands? Only absolute power can save your love. Open your heart and let me in."

The fantasy in his eyes had disappeared. The Fourth Prince saw himself leading an invincible army, conquering various countries, ruling the world, and ascending to the highest throne.

Illya became his queen, and there was only endless admiration for him in the other's eyes. Many more beautiful women were willing to become part of his harem.

"Yes, I need strength..."

Following this murmur, the Fourth Prince stopped struggling, leaving the bewildered doctors around him standing still.

After waiting for a while and seeing no other unusual phenomena, they looked at each other, with the same confusion in their eyes.

At this time, the fourth prince's eyes regained clarity. He glanced around him coldly, and after understanding the current situation, he said in a low voice:

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

The doctors looked at each other again, and then a man who seemed to be the attending physician said cautiously:

"Your Highness, this is the will of His Majesty the King. We dare not undo the magic."

"Father's will?" The fourth prince frowned, then sneered and suddenly exerted force.

A large number of cracks appeared on the binding magic barrier, and then it shattered directly.

The doctors watched in horror as the fourth prince slowly got off the bed and walked out of the ward in such a dignified manner.

At this moment, the old king has arrived at a hidden space in the underground city of the royal capital.

Several guards followed.

They came to a dark crack in the wall.

Before the old king could speak, an old voice came out:

"Your Majesty, I already know why you are here. I can tell you that your child is being targeted by the werewolf ancestor. This is what I can see and feel. I can't help you with anything else."

"You are the great Mother of Dragons! The powerful Lord of the Earth Element! Is there nothing you can do?"

the old king asked in disbelief.

"My power has long since declined, and the earth has gradually abandoned me. I am no longer the Lord of Elements, but just an old dragon waiting to die of old age. If I still had the power I had before, perhaps I could help you."

The sound in the crack was weak.

"Is that so..." The old king seemed to have aged a few years and returned to the time before he was blessed by Afre.

"Thank you very much." The old king bowed respectfully and turned to leave with his guards.