Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

Looking at the continent surrounded by black fog below, Glenn hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said:

"Okay, but before that, I have to go see the Goddess of Flowers."

"Yes, that makes sense."

The book-head man agreed readily, stretched out his hand and grasped a door handle.

With a click, the door handle turned gently, and a scent of flowers wafted in the air. Glenn couldn't help but lean over to look.

Instead of the small, closed and cold prison that I had imagined, there was a picturesque island in the middle.

There is a small tree, a simple house and a fresh flower and grass field on the island.

On the vine-woven swing, a girl in a white dress sat quietly, staring blankly with lifeless eyes.

"Can't she see us?" Glenn asked, turning around.

"Yes, you can say three sentences to her, just three sentences."

The book-head held up three fingers.

"Is it also a rule?"

"What do you think?"

"Ok."

Glenn took a deep breath and said, "Let me meet her."

The book-head man just made a gesture of invitation.

Glenn walked toward the door.

As his entire body crossed the threshold, the flower god, who had been in a daze, suddenly turned around and a smile immediately broke out on his face. Although he seemed calm, the surprise hidden in it still could not be hidden from Glenn's eyes.

Gods can also be lonely... Glenn thought to himself, and he smiled, then took a deep breath and said:

"Are you okay? I was worried about you. I hope you're doing well here, but that guy outside only gave me three chances to say a word, so I'll tell you the first thing. I want to apologize for not taking good care of your flowers. There was something wrong with the flowers, and your holy water couldn't heal them. I tried many ways, but none of them worked. I was afraid that I would delay anything you did, and I also wanted to rescue you in advance, so I came."

After finishing this long sentence in one breath, Glenn winked at the flower goddess.

The latter immediately covered his mouth and narrowed his eyes, as if he was afraid that the book-head man would take words like "haha" as a sentence.

The eyes outside flickered slightly, and then the sound of a pen writing on paper was heard.

Finally suppressing his smile, the Flower God thought about what Glenn said, his expression became more serious, and he imitated Glenn by taking a deep breath and said:

"I just recently thought of what happened to you. Although it's too late, you don't have to blame yourself. You've done very well. You just need to take care of the remaining flowers. It's okay for me to be here. After all, I'm used to it. And don't go against the Supreme Court. It's very dangerous. Thank you again for coming."

Glenn was silent for a moment, looking at the goddess of flowers in front of him, "Wait patiently, my beloved goddess, I will always miss you, and your messenger will come to take you back personally."

The Flower God was stunned for a while, then his eyes suddenly became extremely gentle, "Okay, I'll wait."

"Goodbye, my goddess."

"Goodbye, my messenger."

The flower god watched Glenn turn around and gradually disappear.

When I met the book leader again, he clapped his hands and said in an admiring tone, "Thank you very much, Mr. Glenn, for finding a loophole in our law. Now we are working on fixing it."

"You're welcome. I think I should get going." Glenn smiled.

"Have you really thought it through? Although we did see that you were fine after touching the Breath of Withering, there are still many uncertainties if you go directly deeper."

The book leader kindly reminded me.

"It's just a life at most, and you'll have to face it sooner or later, right?"

"That is nice."

The book-headed man clapped again. "If you are really ready, you can just jump in from here. This passage took us a lot of effort."

"Wait a minute." Glenn said as his aura suddenly surged.

The book-headed man took a step away and watched quietly, not seeming surprised.

It said slowly: "Level 11 is the ordinary level of gods, and now that you have broken through, it is level 12. This level is generally called the Rule Compiler. Death is at this level."

As the aura climbs to its peak, transformation begins.

Thousands of rules converged, penetrated Glenn's body, and disassembled and separated.

There are countless roaring powerful wolf-shaped phantoms in each rule. If you pull out any one of these rules, you can form a vibrant monster world.

The body is transformed by these rules, and the final fixed form is extremely illusory. The impressions fed back to the brain by different senses are also different, and only extraordinary people above level eight have the ability and qualifications to "see" this form.

However, still restricted by the suppression of the Supreme Court, Glenn's form only lasted for a few seconds before gradually transforming into a human form, but his strength did not change.

"Do you want to go down in this state? Excuse me, it won't make any difference even if you go down in the form of an ordinary person. Maybe you won't be too noticeable. The rules of this world are useless to the Breath of Withering."

Book head humane.

"Not really." Glenn replied simply, and then his body began to split apart.

The book-headed man let out a surprised sound. "You actually want to separate your own power and create a completely independent individual?! This is a good idea. If you encounter an accident in Breath of Withering, your split individual can also do what you want for you. It's a good idea."

The one separated by Glenn was an ordinary black-haired werewolf with a flaming-fang steel claw on its left hand, while the steel claw on Glenn's own left hand disappeared, leaving only his right hand.

The ordinary werewolf nodded to Glenn. His eyes conveyed enough information without any extra words.

The separated werewolf has the same memory and personality as Glenn, so he naturally knows what to do.

Glenn said to the book head: "Please help me send it out."

"You just need to walk back, but I'll help you."

The book-head man said as he opened another door, behind which was the exit of the Supreme Court.

The separated werewolf walked straight in, looked back when he reached the exit, and then walked out the door.

"Look! The werewolf god is coming out!"

"Strange, why does it seem a little different? Where's the armor?"

"Wait, its divine power seems to have changed. Did it get something from the Supreme Court?"

Countless whispers were heard in the universe, not hiding their curiosity about werewolves at all.

The werewolf that Glenn separated using his twelfth-level form was the purest god, without any impurities, so the feeling he gave to others was different.

Walking down the steps of the Supreme Court, the power of the Pure Werewolf God began to spread, and that pure feeling immediately made the eyes of those observing widen.

"Its divine power has become even purer! Is this what it has obtained?! How did it do that?!"

"Werewolf! You need to explain yourself!"