Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

At this critical moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

A suffocating pressure descended from the sky, as if the whole world had fallen silent at this moment.

Princess White Wolf suddenly looked up, and saw a huge black crack in the sky. A huge black claw stretched out from the crack, covering the sky and the sun, as if even the sunlight was swallowed up.

"What... is that?" There was a slight tremor in her voice, because it seemed to be Glenn's power, but it was very different.

The giant black claw fell at an astonishing speed, but it seemed to carry an irresistible majesty.

The monster seemed to have sensed the danger as well, and let out a shrill roar, trying to escape from the range of the giant claw.

However, its movements seemed so slow in front of the giant claws, as if it was imprisoned in place by some invisible force.

"Boom!" The giant claw suddenly slapped down, the ground shook violently, and smoke and dust rose up.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the monster had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a huge claw mark deeply engraved on the ground, as if declaring some kind of irresistible force.

The White Wolf Princess stood there, the sword in her hand trembling slightly, her heart unable to calm down for a long time.

She looked up at the sky. The giant black claw had slowly retracted and the crack was gradually closing, as if it had never appeared.

"Archbishop...what exactly is that? Is it our Lord?" A believer stood up with difficulty, his voice filled with deep awe.

The White Wolf Princess was silent for a moment and slowly shook her head.

Her gaze was still fixed on the sky, but she had a vague feeling in her heart that the appearance of the giant black claw might just be the beginning.

“Whatever it is… it saved us. And, I think you can all feel that there is some strange connection between it and our Lord.” She whispered, then turned and looked in the direction of the giant pit.

"It must be the power left by our Lord to protect us!"

The believers automatically made up their own stories, but they were also the truth of the matter.

And this moment.

In the sky, Glenn's split body sat on a white cloud, looking down at the gray mark on his palm.

He had seen the monster attacks everywhere on the continent these days, so naturally he had to rescue some of the poor and innocent people who deserved to be saved.

His own church let the believers solve the problem themselves, and they did a good job. There were no deaths, only serious injuries at most.

This is an opportunity for tempering, and there is no need for the split body to take action.

However, the monster that just appeared on the street outside the church was a bit strange. Seeing that the White Wolf Princess could not deal with it, she killed it with a force far beyond the monster's endurance.

The split body raised its head and looked towards the direction of the Demon Kingdom. "Why are there no monsters there? Do you think I, the Werewolf God, am easy to bully?"

……

Glenn continued to move forward in the desert. The gray-white sand made a slight friction sound under his feet, as if the whole world was whispering.

He glanced around, trying to find any object that could serve as a landmark, but there was nothing except endless sand dunes and the occasional dust blown up by the wind.

"Did I really calculate wrong?" Glenn frowned, but still believed in his calculations.

He stopped, closed his eyes, and quickly replayed the memories of Hahati's mother in his mind.

Just as he was thinking, a faint light suddenly appeared on the distant horizon.

The light was different from the grayness of the Breath of Withering, but a light blue, like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

A glimmer of hope flashed in Glenn's eyes, and he immediately ran towards the direction of the light.

As the distance got closer, Glenn discovered that the light came from an ancient stone tablet half buried in the sand.

The stone tablet is engraved with strange runes. Although most of them have been eroded by wind and sand, some ancient characters can still be recognized.

How could such a color appear in the world of Breath of Withering? ... I was puzzled, and at this moment, the ground suddenly shook.

Grains of sand slowly slid down from around the stone tablet, revealing an entrance hidden underground.

Glenn stood up and looked warily at the dark entrance of the cave.

The next moment, there was a sound of breaking air, and a spear shot out from the cave entrance!

Glenn's expression remained unchanged. He stretched out his hand and easily caught the spear that was so fast that it broke through the air.

This is not the end. After a moment of silence in the cave, more spears were shot out continuously!

Glenn held the spear in his hand, and his arm quickly created an illusion, clanging and banging, and all the spears were knocked away!

It seemed that there was no "ammunition" left, and there was no movement in the cave.

Glenn weighed the weapon in his hand and walked directly into the cave.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the small space.

It seemed very quiet, but Glenn could hear the faint, rapid heartbeat.

Just as we passed through the narrow passage and entered the open space, strange roars came from both sides!

Glenn dodged casually and avoided the two figures that were attacking him.

Through the dim light, he could see clearly that these were two hunchbacked fish-headed monsters with four arms, which pounced on each other and collided with each other.

Glenn stood in the center of the cave, grimly scanning the two fish-headed monsters lying on the ground.

Their four hands waved wildly, trying to get up from the ground, but they were obviously dizzy from the collision.

Glenn didn't give them any chance. He flashed and came to the side of one of the monsters.

He stretched out his hand, placed his palm on the monster's forehead, closed his eyes, and began to read its memory.

However, after a moment, Glenn's brows furrowed slightly.

The memories of these monsters are chaotic and fragmented, containing almost no useful information.

They seemed to be just low-level creatures in this desert, surviving on instinct.

"Nothing." Glenn withdrew his hand and muttered to himself.

He looked around. The space inside the cave was not large, and the walls were covered with strange symbols and murals, which seemed to record some ancient rituals.

Glenn walked closer to the wall and studied the symbols carefully, trying to find some clues.

However, the content of the symbols was obscure and even he could not fully decipher it.

Just when he was about to give up, there was a slight vibration under his feet.

Glenn looked down and saw a loose slab of stone on the ground.

He squatted down and lifted the stone slab with force, and found a tattered book hidden underneath.

The cover of the book is already in tatters, but a few ancient words can still be vaguely recognized.

Glenn turned the pages carefully.

Because Hahati's mother had a huge memory, it contained many commonly used characters on this continent.

Fortunately, this book uses relatively common characters.

He found that it contained a record of the history of a kingdom called Deklu, which mentioned something about the Magic Well of Qiaoyasu, but it was just an introduction.

"It's still useless." A trace of helplessness flashed in Glenn's eyes.

He closed the book and was about to leave the cave when suddenly, a low roar was heard outside.

The sound came from far away, as if some huge monster was approaching.