Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

At the same time, Dougli had brought Hamoin to the place where the giant insect died.

When he saw the motionless mountain of meat, Hamoin's eyes became more serious.

This is the descendant of the ancient demon god, Balgaron. What a pity, the last one died like this... Hamoin stood there, lost in thought for a moment.

The sheriff and several police officers looked back, and Dougli asked, "What's the problem, Sir?"

Hamoin walked up again, as if nothing had happened, "Nothing, just a little surprised."

When he walks, he likes to put one hand behind his back, keep his back straight, and walk gracefully and steadily.

It makes people feel inexplicably comfortable.

Police officers take turns to guard the scene around the clock to prevent outsiders from accidentally entering or accidents from happening.

The sheriff showed his ID and the guarding officer let a few people in.

In fact, this step was added temporarily. After all, when the leader is present, we must behave strictly enough.

As soon as I got close enough, a strong pungent smell hit me in the face.

Everyone covered their mouths and noses.

Just as Dougli was about to move forward, Hamoin stopped him with his hand and frowned, "Is this how you usually approach it?"

The sheriff was confused and said, "What else? Is there something wrong?"

Hamoin couldn't help but close his eyes and shook his head, then he opened them again and said solemnly: "For dangerous creatures of unknown origin like this, it is best to take comprehensive precautions, even if they are dead. Aren't you afraid that the stench is poisonous or a curse?"

Hearing this, several police officers walking in front jumped away as if their butts were on fire and quickly moved away from the giant insect's corpse.

Dougli also had a grim look on his face, and was very worried about his own safety and the safety of those police officers who often approached the insect corpses.

But this cannot be blamed on them. In a rural area like this, many police officers were recruited locally and had not received any formal training. They were basically brought up little by little by Dougli and a few team leaders.

But even they have not encountered many special incidents, so of course they don't know the necessary common sense of prevention.

"Your Excellency the Chief, what now..." Daogli asked nervously.

Hamoin raised his hand, wiped it in the air, and then licked the fingertips of his hand that had wiped the air with his tongue.

He closed his eyes, as if savoring the food.

"Don't worry, it's just the common stench of a rotting corpse. It won't endanger your life, but you can't inhale too much."

After receiving Hamoin's answer, Daogli and several police officers breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's dangerous for you to be without any protection. Let me help you." Hamoin suddenly said and snapped his fingers.

Hey!

People around him, including himself, had an extra layer of transparent film like a tights, which fits the clothes without affecting the movements.

"Are you a magician?!" Dougli looked at his smooth hands and asked in surprise.

"I guess so. Well... I should say I'm more than just a magician." Hamoin put his hands behind his back, his gait still elegant and steady.

As they approached the giant insect's corpse, they discovered that black pus was constantly oozing out of the surface of the flesh mountain's skin, and flies were buzzing non-stop.

"This black stuff wasn't there when I came last time," said Dougli.

Hamoin narrowed his eyes.

There is the smell of a werewolf curse...

He didn't say out his guess, he just stood around and observed the insect corpse.

"It is this thing indeed." Hamoin suddenly said this.

He had something to tell these people.

"What is it?" Dougli asked.

Hamoin turned around and asked, "Have you heard of the descendants of the demon god?"

"Descendant of the devil?" The sheriff's expression clearly showed that he had never heard of it.

The chief officer looked at the huge insect corpse and said slowly: "Demon God, haha, this may be what they call themselves, so we call them that. They are a group of guys whose individual bodies are enough to cause disasters. I don't know how to describe them specifically, but they are very scary. And this huge flesh worm, I heard, is the descendant of a demon god, and it is the last one. This is why the higher-ups attach so much importance to it."

After hearing this, Daogli did not believe it completely. He thought that this kind of information should not be spoken out so easily, or the other party only said part of it.

Hamoin suddenly turned around and asked, "So, who killed it? This guy had many ways to escape and survived the chaotic environment of the last century. It shouldn't have been killed like this."

Sure enough, he was testing me... Daogli's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface and said, "I have already reported the details. We don't know what happened. Everything was over when we came here."

This did not let Hamoin off the hook. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deepened a little. "Mr. Sheriff, your pupils flickered before you spoke, and you answered a little faster. Based on my many years of experience, you should know something, right? Lying is not a good habit, Mr. Sheriff."

At this time, Dougli's heart was beating very fast, but after all, he had been a big head of the police station for many years, so he was still able to keep a calm tone and answer: "Sir, please don't use these ridiculous reasons to question me. I still say what I said just now. Everything I know has been reported."

"Hehe..." Hamoin tilted his head slightly and squinted at Daogeli. This gesture made him more aggressive and gave Daogeli indescribable pressure. "Mr. Sheriff, don't treat me as a loser who is greedy for merit and bullies the lower class. I value human feelings and don't follow the rules rigidly. Tell me some useful information and I won't mind you deceiving me. How about it?"

Dougli's forehead was covered with sweat. Just as he was about to continue shaking his head firmly, a police officer came running over from a distance and shouted:

"Sheriff, there's a man named Glenn who wants to see you and says he's your friend."

Damn it! ...Dougli looked back suddenly with his eyes wide open, but was shocked to find something was wrong.

This reaction was indeed caught by Hamoin. He curled his lips and said directly to the police officer: "Let him come over here."

The police officer hesitated and did not move, but looked at Dougli.

Upon seeing this, Hamoin took out a certificate with a golden griffin painted on it from the inside of his gold-rimmed coat and said, "I am the most senior officer here, and you must obey me."

The police officer swallowed, but still didn't move.

Hamoin's eyes turned cold, and the police officer trembled as if he had fallen into an abyss.

"I'm listening to the commander-in-chief." Fortunately, Dao Geli spoke in time, and the police officer crawled back the same way.

A moment later, in the police station.

Glenn sat on a bench in the lounge area, sketching something with his fingers.

Having just returned from the residential area west of town, the "contractor" named John readily agreed to Glenn's request.

The other party only told Glenn to bring his own cement, bricks, stones and other materials, and they could start work at any time.

After the deal was settled, he remembered that Ravel said Gree had come to see him yesterday, so he went to the police station to check, but he happened to be out, so a police officer went to notify him and he had no choice but to wait here.