Steam Western Fantasy: This werewolf is ridiculously strong!

The knights discussed for a while, then looked up at their god again.

"Great glory, we will fight for these fires until the last moment of our lives!"

The knights' sonorous words were full of power.

“This determination comes just in time.”

Rong Guang spoke, but the knights were stunned.

But soon, the knights understood the meaning of glory.

Because outside this world, a gray torrent has arrived.

However, as the last line of defense, they did not participate in the battle.

There are still fighters outside.

Those were the first line of defense formed by relatives and friends with Glenn's strength.

……

Glenn's entire body was covered in a sticky black solution, making it almost impossible for him to exert his powerful strength.

This was the response given to Glenn by the figure on the throne.

If you don't have enough mental strength, you will probably collapse in no time if you feel like you're being dragged into the abyss.

Glenn, however, was feeling it carefully, trying to understand these forces.

Despite saying he couldn't win, Glenn continued to try to find the enemy's weaknesses.

Even though the process was painful.

"Glenn, at this point, you're not going to show your trump card? The longer you stay in this dark tide, the less likely you are to break free. You will only sink deeper and deeper."

The bewitching words of the figure on the throne kept ringing in Glenn's ears.

Glenn himself didn't understand why he was in the middle of it, but he didn't want to give up hope of a comeback until the last moment.

Finally, the endurance reached its limit.

Glenn helplessly burst out all the strength in his body and barely broke free from the restraints.

The black tide behind him let out a sad howl and waved his "limbs" frantically to try to pull Glenn back.

But in the end, you can only grasp a false bubble.

"It seems that you have reached your limit and have figured it out. It is your ability to delay for so long. Come, let me see your final struggle."

Black air was floating around the werewolf's body; the abyss just now had obviously caused considerable damage.

"I'm really unwilling, but it seems that this is the only way."

Glenn tried his best to straighten his back and raise his head, looking directly at the dark throne and the Withering Breath that rarely spoke.

He snorted, "Do you think the power of outsiders is really absolute?"

Neither the figure on the throne nor the Breath of Withering answered. They were on high alert. No matter why Glenn asked such a stupid question, it did not stop them from thinking about it in their hearts.

Glenn didn't get an answer, but he didn't get annoyed. He continued, "I came to this world with a very powerful ability, which is that after paying a certain price, I can obtain unlimited power in this world."

"You're still counting on your werewolf transformation?" The figure on the throne sneered, "The Supreme Court that has reached the pinnacle is nothing more than a thicker bubble to us. No matter how much bubble there is, it's still just a bubble."

"Bubbles...will burst with just a poke..." Breath of Withering also expressed disdain.

"Has the Supreme Court reached its peak?" Glenn's eyes became increasingly profound. "That's not necessarily true."

The voices of the two brothers on the opposite side suddenly stopped.

Glenn looked down at his hands and whispered, "I wonder what the result will be after my soul is completely burned out?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the skinny werewolf's body suddenly became dazzling.

Time seemed to stand still, and space was twisted and stretched.

The body of the Breath of Withering, which had already spread throughout the universe, was instantly driven by the carnival power of order and law, and was crumpled like a piece of paper by an invisible giant hand.

Even so, Breath of Withering and the figure on the throne did not show much panic.

In their eyes, these are still just bubbles that can be popped at any time, although the bubbles are endlessly gathered in one place, looking extremely spectacular.

But a bubble is a bubble.

The two of them continued to think like this until the red arc that shouldn't have appeared and the red and black particles that were generated for unknown reasons appeared.

The figure on the throne suddenly stood up and put his hands in front of his chest as if he was compressing something.

It decided to do something because this abnormal change made it very uneasy.

"Brother... he has become so big... I feel so crowded..."

Breath of Withering said in a voice full of grievance.

"Then you should destroy the thing that is crowding you!"

"But... I can't do it..."

Glenn's skin began to crack, and a blinding red light burst out from the cracks. Those red and black particles wrapped around him like living things, and each particle contained violent energy that was enough to tear apart space.

His werewolf form was undergoing some fundamental transformation—his muscle fibers were reorganizing like molten metal, his bones were twisting with a teeth-grinding sound.

The most terrifying thing is that the wall of the world just started to tremble.

"This is impossible..." The figure on the throne hesitated for the first time, "Those are just bubbles! What on earth did you do!?"

Before he finished speaking, Glenn had disappeared from the spot.

The space collapsed into a miniature black hole where he stood, and exploded one hundredth of a second later.

The Breath of Withering let out a sharp howl, and its body, which was spread throughout the entire dimension, was forcibly squeezed back into human form by some higher-level force.

"Brother! My body——"

Breath of Withering watched in horror as spider-web-like red cracks appeared on its translucent body.

Those red and black particles were madly invading its core through the cracks, and every contact caused intense burning of the soul.

The figure on the throne finally took action.

It tore off a mass of wriggling darkness from its chest, and the moment that mass separated from the body, it expanded into a black curtain that blocked out the sky.

Countless faces of pain appeared and disappeared on the surface of the black curtain. They were souls imprisoned eternally in the abyss.

"Little wolf! You are indeed terrifying! But we still have the upper hand!"

The darkness was pressing down like a wave, but Glenn, uncharacteristically, welcomed it with open arms.

When the first soul touched the red light on his body, something strange happened - those tortured souls suddenly solidified, and then all turned to the center of the black curtain, making a deafening scream.

"You can actually devour my power!?" The voice of the figure on the throne began to tremble.

Glenn's pupils had completely turned blood red, and his voice echoed with three overlapping sounds: "It's not swallowing, it's liberation."

As the last syllable fell, tens of thousands of souls exploded simultaneously.

The pure mental shock wave spread in a circular shape, and even the space itself appeared fine cracks wherever it passed.

The Breath of Withering let out a shrill wail, and one third of its body vaporized directly in the impact.

The figure on the throne had to summon twelve black barriers, but they were shattered one after another the moment they came into contact with the shock wave.

It was not until the eighth barrier that this force was barely offset, and Glenn had taken advantage of this gap to close within a hundred meters.

“Don’t be too complacent!” The figure on the throne roared and slapped the armrests of the throne.