Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

"You're finally willing to come out and meet me. I thought you two were shy girls."

Glenn faced the enemy in front of him and said jokingly.

"Glenn, we are really surprised that you can do this. You know, you failed to make us show up the last two times, right, brother?"

The figure on the dark throne turned around, and the huge crying face of Breath of Withering appeared.

"Yes...Brother...we are invincible..."

"Well then." The figure on the throne whose appearance could not be seen clearly supported his chin with his hand. "As a reward for your hard work, we will give you a chance to choose the way of death. What do you think?"

Glenn snorted, "You guys really are so confident of winning, aren't you afraid that I'll give you a surprise?"

"If you have any, just bring them out. I'm looking forward to it..."

The figure on the dark throne spread his hands, signaling Glenn to perform to his heart's content.

"I... am looking forward to it too..." Breath of Withering quickly agreed.

Glenn's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the platinum light on his body shone brightly again, as if to illuminate the entire universe!

The next moment, countless platinum-colored werewolf incarnations exploded and spread out in all directions, rushing towards the light circles that covered the universe!

Faced with such an attack, neither the figure on the dark throne nor the Breath of Withering tried to stop it, and really let Glenn do it.

The platinum light turned into the largest and most dazzling firework in the universe, capable of crossing endless distances in a matter of seconds.

However, even if Glenn exerted his strength to the extreme, he still could not touch those aperture monsters.

The universe is expanding! It is expanding at an unimaginable speed.

"We were trapped in this way and almost lost a great advantage. Now I want you to have a taste of what it feels like to have the destination right in front of you but never be able to touch it, hehe..."

The figure on the pitch-black throne admired the most gorgeous "fireworks" blooming in the universe and spoke leisurely.

Glenn knew this wouldn't work, so he took all the clones back.

He thought for a moment, then an idea came to him.

He suddenly spread out his hands, grabbed with his wolf claws, and pulled again. The entire universe seemed to be about to shatter, making a huge, piercing and sharp sound.

He wanted to use brute force to pull back the expanded space, which was a fantasy.

But the movements around also showed that this had some effect.

"You are incredible. I don't know what's wrong with your brain. How could you make such a mistake?"

The figure on the throne shook his head, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

The sharp sound disappeared, and Glenn was torn into pieces by the powerful pulling force.

Seeing this, the figure on the throne smiled and said, "How does it taste? You can try it again."

However, the exploded fragments did not reassemble and naturally would not answer it.

"Hmm?" The figure on the throne realized that something was wrong, but before he could figure it out, the roars of aperture monsters came from somewhere in the corner of the universe.

In a blink of an eye, it saw Glenn rushing there.

"What a loach..."

The figure on the throne didn't care at all. He raised his hand and gently clenched it in the direction of the commotion.

Glenn, who was in the middle of a massacre, was suddenly unable to move.

He looked down and found that his body was stuck by something black that looked like tree roots.

The figure on the throne gently beckoned with his finger, and Glenn was brought back to his original position.

As black roots wrapped around Glenn's limbs, he smelled the sweet smell of decay.

Those sticky tentacles were secreting some kind of anesthetic substance, and the platinum light was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Nice trick." The figure on the throne leaned down, and a teasing breath came from under the dark mask. "It's a pity you forgot that even the air in this theater is my prop."

Glenn's right eye suddenly burst into a ball of blood, and something pierced out from his retina.

That was the gray mist that had invaded during the previous battle. It now turned into sharp needles as thin as hair and was disintegrating his body from the inside.

"Ahem...you are stalling for time." Glenn laughed, spitting blood foam, "It seems that mastering the rules and order of the universe is not an easy task for an outsider like a bug."

The crying face of Breath of Withering suddenly twisted.

"You are very smart, but so what? It does not prevent us from continuing to play with you."

The figure on the dark throne still spoke in a calm tone.

Glenn took a deep breath and suddenly broke free from all restraints, the platinum light repairing his body.

"Are you sure you want to keep going like this? Aren't you being too arrogant? Why don't you use all your abilities to finish me off in one fell swoop? Wouldn't that give you more energy to do what you want to do?"

Glenn suddenly suggested with a smile.

The other party fell silent, and finally the figure on the dark throne spoke:

"Don't think we don't know. You can talk to us so calmly. There must be some tricks you haven't used yet. It should be you who uses them to open our eyes."

"No, really. Even my companions have sacrificed their lives. If I had a more powerful power, I would have used it long ago. Why would I keep hiding it?"

Glenn looked at the incredibly magnificent crying face and throne as if he were a fool.

He didn't look fake at all.

However, even so, the two brothers on the opposite side remained silent.

"You are a good actor. We knew this from many people's memories when we devoured the continent."

The figure on the throne stared at Glenn, his eyes that seemed to be burning at any moment showing no emotion.

……

New home, a world wrapped in red and black particles compressed to the extreme.

When Rong Guang appeared with the knights, they found that this was an endless dreamy sea of ​​flowers. The fragrance of flowers in the air was so comfortable that all worries were forgotten.

“Is this the new home?”

The old marshal said softly as he looked at the dreamy sea of ​​flowers.

"Wait! Look carefully! These flowers are different!" Windsor's surprised voice rang out.

Everyone looked at Windsor first and saw that he was squatting, staring at a flower that looked nothing special without blinking.

The knights then lowered their heads to observe, and were also surprised by what they saw.

It turns out that there is a miniature world emerging in the center of these flowers!

Among them are the wise ones who live a carefree life.

"So this is what we want to protect..." Fate murmured as he gently stroked the flower.

Glory has always been in the sky, its eyes always fixed on the outside world, and it has long known everything below.

Faced with an irresistible disaster, the flower god and Glenn did the best they could, which it will always respect and remember.

If it weren't for Glenn's repeated explanations and persuasions, this knight god would have definitely participated in the heroic final battle.