Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

It was a house covered with yellow plants, with a large bush at the chimney. From a distance, it looked very lonely.

Glenn tried to use his senses to investigate first, but as expected, he was blocked by an invisible force.

"I'll go in and say hello to him, and if I can, I'll bring him out."

"I hope you're not stupid enough to die."

The witch lowered her voice.

Glenn just chuckled twice and said nothing.

He walked to the door of the building alone. The witch looked at him from afar, but Glenn caught a glimpse of worry in the other's eyes when he turned his head inadvertently.

No one knew who this concern was for, and Glenn didn't know either.

The door of this old townsman's house was still unlocked and half-open, and it looked like it could be opened with just a slight push.

Glenn pushed, but the door didn't open, it just fell down.

A large amount of dust and stench rushed towards him, forcing him to cover his nose with his hands.

There was actually a smell of alcohol? Was the guy inside still brewing wine? ... Glenn was slightly surprised and stepped through the door.

The moment most of his body passed the door frame, a huge force suddenly pulled him into the house.

“Hahahaha…, there’s actually wine delivered to my door! That’s great! Hahaha…”

A sloppy figure with only uneven teeth visible was laughing wildly in front of Glenn, and while talking he even wanted to come over and kiss his face.

The other party naturally got Glenn's iron fist.

This swift punch was easily caught by the guy on the opposite side, "Tsk tsk, as a material, you shouldn't resist, just wait for me to cook you obediently."

Glenn didn't care about all that. His arms suddenly expanded, catching the owner of the house off guard. He was instantly blown away and knocked over a piece of furniture.

Glenn took advantage of the victory and pursued the opponent, transforming his arms into wolf form. He took advantage of the moment when the opponent got up in a daze and pierced his ears with his peaks.

The feeling from the palm of the hand was like hitting a ball of mud; this feedback was extremely uncomfortable.

But before Glenn had time to think, a pale, slender arm slowly stretched out his thick palm.

An angry, bloodthirsty look flashed across the gloomy face of the owner of the house, scarlet and creepy.

"You pissed me off."

As soon as the gloomy words came out, Glenn's arms instantly folded at a strange angle and then broke into pieces.

Before he could experience the refreshing feeling, the enemy had already appeared before him. Glenn bent down skillfully and avoided the swift attack.

The owner of the house was so fast that even Glenn couldn't catch up with him. Conservative estimates showed that his strength was at least level six.

According to common sense, with such a speed and such a mass, it would at least crash through the entire town if it rushed out.

But the rotten wooden wall managed to catch the attack and the owner of the house was unharmed, but there was a loud noise.

However, despite the loud noise, the witch outside heard nothing.

Glenn spun around quickly, and his arms grew back in an instant, with the flaming fangs still on them.

The purple flames illuminated the originally dark room and also illuminated the crazy face of the owner of the house. The exposed gums were extremely eye-catching.

The purple flame collided head-on with the owner of the house who was ejected, causing a shocking energy shock.

The witch only saw that the room was glowing like a huge furnace, and then it returned to silence after a moment.

It seemed that a terrible battle had broken out inside. Who would win? ... She wondered anxiously in her heart.

Looking at the house that had just emitted purple light, the vegetation outside was still intact, and even the bushes on the chimney were not affected at all.

This is the town's curfew, which can seal off all shocks in the house.

Glenn looked at the screaming figure transformed into a fire man and did not let his guard down.

If this flame was really useful, it should have burned the target to ashes in an instant, but the opponent was able to hold on for so long.

The guys who were able to fight against the evil god in its heyday should have more than this level of strength, unless they are marginal figures. However, living in a place like this, they should not be cannon fodder for the mayor and his men... Glenn stared at the flames without blinking.

As expected, the purple flame went out, leaving behind a black skeleton.

This is very unreasonable.

There should be nothing left after the purple flame burns out.

Glenn was about to go forward to check, when he saw that the black skeleton was quickly covered with flesh, and in the blink of an eye, the owner of the house had returned to his original state.

He raised his head, looked at Glenn coldly, and said, "You are the first person who has beaten me like this in such a long time. I will make you pay the price."

"Do you know someone who..." Glenn wanted to take the opportunity to ask a few questions, but the other party didn't give him any chance at all.

The owner of the house suddenly jumped up and rushed into a room like a ghost.

Glenn raised his leg to chase, but the opponent reappeared before he could do so, wearing completely different clothes.

The shiny black armor and the gorgeous and exaggerated sword were completely different from the image of a drug-addicted drunkard.

"I finally got this treasure, and I thought I couldn't use it anymore. Now I can try it on you."

The owner of the house raised his sword and pointed it at Glenn, and a creepy smile appeared on his face again.

Glenn looked at the cramped environment and scratched his head, "Can't I transform here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword came forward with the force of breaking through the air!

This attack made Glenn feel that if he was hit, he would be cut into two inseparable parts.

With awe in his heart, he did not care about disrupting official duties, and his body expanded rapidly!

The witch outside suddenly opened her eyes wide.

Because she saw that the house had suddenly become rounder, as if it had gained weight, with only black fur squeezed out of the windows and doors.

The worst-off was the owner of the house. Although his sword hit the target, he was instantly squeezed into a meat patty and had difficulty speaking in the narrow space.

His most precious black armor was also severely deformed, with part of it embedded in the werewolf's flesh and blood, and part of it fused with his flesh and blood.

Glenn also felt uncomfortable. The strength of this room was really terrifying. He was in a state of severe compression and was in pain all over.

He felt the condition of the owner of the house and knew that he was definitely feeling much worse than him.

However, he still squeezed the place where the other person was, making him flatter, and then retracted his body.

The owner of the house would not be killed so easily, but he looked very funny after recovering.

"Why do you have to force me to do this?" Glenn said, patting his hair.

The black-armored warrior who was once bright and handsome has now turned into a shabby beggar.

After finally getting his flesh and blood to separate from the black armor, the owner of the house looked down at his magical sword.

It is distorted and ugly, its energy is dissipated, and it is already a piece of scrap metal.

"No!" he roared angrily.