Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"This may be some kind of mysterious hint. You have to find the answer yourself."

The flower god said so.

"Strange hint." Glenn muttered, and then asked:

"There is another thing that concerns me. Why did the gods leave the continent? You should know this, right?"

This is something he should have asked a long time ago. Glenn didn't ask it because the occasion was not appropriate when they met before.

"I knew you would ask. I shouldn't have told you in order to avoid making you anxious. But from my observation, you are not that fragile."

The flower goddess folded her hands and placed them gently on her legs, looking at Glenn tenderly.

"Maybe you have your own considerations. I can accept any situation." Glenn shrugged.

"It's actually not that complicated. The gods went to avoid disaster, just as Bayek's forest will speculated."

The Flower God said, "Ten thousand years ago, an extremely strange gray energy appeared outside the continent. Any matter that came into contact with it, no matter what it was, would be devoured. Even gods were the same, and they could hardly resist."

Glenn leaned back slightly, a look of surprise and confusion on his face.

Then the flower god continued:

"According to the speed at which the gray energy was advancing, it should have reached the continent within a thousand years. Several ancient gods united and awakened the will of the Supreme Court to drive away the gray energy. However, the gods all knew that the gray energy would come back, so they left the continent one after another."

Glenn was speechless for a long time, and even forgot when he returned to reality.

He stood in front of the stone door, keeping his hand ready to pull it.

When he came to his senses, the Flower God's last words of comfort flashed through his mind:

"It's okay. If that day comes, I will face the disaster together with all the races on the continent!"

Really, I have to talk myself over again. I shouldn’t be so mean... Shaking his head slightly, Glenn opened the portal.

On the other side, Illya looked at the flattering werewolf doll that had surrendered respectfully at her feet, and a long-lost sense of satisfaction appeared on her face.

……

On the island of flying fairies.

A group of fully armed flying fairies are attacking the entrance to their own dungeon with all their might.

At some point, someone closed the entrance to the dungeon from the inside, and when the prison guard on daily patrol was on duty, he found that he could not get in, so he reported it after several attempts.

They determined that there were intruders inside and immediately entered emergency combat readiness.

The commander of the operation shouted using a device that could communicate with the dungeon's loudspeaker:

"No matter who is inside! You are surrounded now! Don't even think about resisting! Come out obediently! We will go easy on you! We are a kind race! ..."

Such shouting had been going on for a while, but the guys in the dungeon didn't move at all.

The flying fairies' patience was almost exhausted.

"We've already given you a chance! It's you who didn't cherish it! So don't blame us!"

After the commander finished speaking, he made an attacking gesture to his men.

Hundreds of elite soldiers who had been ready for battle shouted, and their bodies swelled and mutated at the same time, turning into strange werewolves with dragonfly wings, each of them was ferocious.

They were not destroyed by reason, so they still maintained their discipline and continued to bang on the closed door following the slogans.

It was like the sound of thunder that spread far away and was very loud.

Even standing on the ground, you can feel the ground shaking slightly due to the huge impact.

And the closed dungeon door remained firm.

The witch was concentrating on her own work and paid no attention to the crashing noise above her.

The parrot was a little flustered, and kept muttering, "What's wrong with these flying fairies? What do they eat to grow up? So fierce? Master, can this formation stop them?"

The witch used an unknown paint to paint the entire dungeon in various colors. The complex circular marks seemed messy but were actually scattered everywhere in a regular pattern.

There is a chain of text-like symbols connecting the monsters in the cells.

Hearing the parrot's words, the witch said confidently: "Don't worry, I have checked the defensive formation here, it is very advanced, those little guys will not be able to get in for a while."

"But what if you fail, or they get in before you succeed? I don't think you can handle those weird flying goblins."

The parrot was still uneasy.

"I am always cautious in what I do, so the situation you described will never happen." The witch's voice remained calm.

The final graffiti was completed, and the ancient and powerful formation circuit was formed.

"I don't know who their owner is, but since they are locked up here, it seems they are no longer needed. Poor big guys, let me give you freedom and everything you deserve."

The witch said in ecstasy, reaching out as if to touch the wolf-like pig-man in the dungeon.

"Don't delay any longer! Move on to the next step!" The parrot hated the witch's procrastination habit the most, so he urged her repeatedly.

However, the witch only officially started after she went crazy for a while.

The spell was coordinated with a specific pace, and the witch walked in the corridor of the dungeon with her hands raised high.

The pigs who were originally sleeping began to react, moving restlessly as if they were having a nightmare.

Some of the wolf-like pigmen even let out terrible and low roars.

At the same time, Glenn, who was observing and learning at old man Bayek's house, felt something.

He turned his head and looked in one direction, frowning slightly.

The old man straightened up, holding a bloody knife in his hand and turned his head in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

"It seems like someone wants to take my things away?" Glenn said puzzledly.

"Incomprehensible..." The old man ignored it and looked down at the dying monster.

This is Chernosark's succubus form, but the head is gone. The old man was just collecting samples.

"I have to go check it out."

Glenn walked away as he spoke.

"Don't you want this guy's head anymore?" the old man shouted at the back.

"I'll be back to get it later." Glenn's voice disappeared at the entrance to the basement.

The old man turned his head to look at the head soaked in maintenance solution. The originally handsome face was forever frozen in the most terrified and distorted moment. Just by looking at it, one could seem to feel the deep despair.

……

The witch still underestimated the difficulty of controlling these wolf-transformed pigmen in the dungeon. She even used powerful ancient forbidden techniques, but the tenacious connection was still difficult to cut.

"But this is also good news. It means that once I master it, these guys will be even more loyal to me!"

She licked her lips.

The banging sound coming from outside had been going on for a long time, and the cell door was intact, as if nothing had happened, which made the parrot completely relieved.

But they didn't know that unimaginable troubles would soon come.