In his fifth-level werewolf form, Glen was aware that by disrupting any one of the spellcasters, he could effortlessly shatter this illusory space and make his escape.

Yet, he was acutely conscious that the enemy must have made elaborate preparations.

Sure enough, shortly thereafter, ten individuals emerged simultaneously from the arched passages beneath the surrounding walls of the battlefield.

All of them were fully equipped, and Glen could both detect by smell and sense the high-grade artifacts and weapons they carried.

“Hahaha... It's actually a fifth-level werewolf! Had I not known beforehand, I would have assumed it was that old werewolf approaching.“

A stout and corpulent man exclaimed loudly.

“The intense aura of the curse, coupled with a young and robust physique, this one might even surpass the old werewolf in strength. We must not be negligent.“

A male warrior with flowing long hair cautioned.

“What's there to panic about? With our combined might, we should be able to handle even two fifth-level werewolves, wouldn't you agree?“

This time, it was a lady garbed in a long robe who spoke.

Observing these people engaged in a heated discussion about him, Glen let out a laugh peculiar to werewolves.“It seems they've mistaken me for a boss to be defeated. This could prove to be quite entertaining...“

“He... He can speak?!“ Someone exclaimed in disbelief.

“This might be a mutated species! Everyone, stay vigilant! This is likely not going to be as straightforward as we initially thought!“

“Understood! Assume your positions!“

The ten individuals took up their positions as if they had rehearsed this many times before, clearly indicating that they had collaborated on multiple occasions.

“Come now, let me engage in some amusement with you!“ Glen launched a sonic assault towards the group.

And thus, the battle commenced!

...

The square where Glen had vanished was now completely devoid of any trace of the previous confrontation, and the sky had reverted to its former state.

A squadron of griffin knights soared overhead and alighted in an area of the town densely populated with townspeople.

At the sight of these griffin knights clad in resplendent silver armor, the townspeople who had been engaged in heated arguments with the police officers fell silent instantaneously.

The majority of the knights dismounting from the griffins were female, with only a few male knights of slender or average build.

The leading female griffin knight cast a stern gaze upon the crowd and demanded loudly,“What is the meaning of this? Why are you still here? Did you not receive the notice from above?“

No one dared to respond.

Just then, Dogli pushed his way through the throng and explained,“We apologize most profusely, Lady Knight. The townspeople are loath to part with their properties here, and so...“

“Are those possessions more precious than your lives?“ The knight interrupted.“Everyone, evacuate immediately! Those who defy this order will be apprehended on the spot!“

“But the demons will not be coming here anymore,“ Dogli interjected hastily.

The leading female knight was taken aback. Then she inquired,“How do you know this?“

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Grimacing, Dogli fabricated a tale.“I witnessed the demon army that was originally advancing towards this place turn back.“

The female knight exchanged a glance with one of her companions. They had just arrived and were not yet fully apprised of the situation. Noticing the large number of people still in the town and the prevailing chaos, they had decided to dismount and investigate.

“I see. You ensure that order is maintained here. We are now going to the battlefield to assess the situation.“

Having said that, the female knight was about to remount her griffin.

Dogli urgently called out to her,“Lady Knight, please wait a moment!“

“What else is there?“ The female knight turned around, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

The sheriff promptly informed them about the appearance of the five strange individuals in the town.

He had just noticed the disappearance of the strange pattern in the sky. Concerned about Glen's well-being, he had been on the verge of going to investigate when these knights had arrived.

Upon hearing the account, the leader immediately mounted her griffin and sped towards the square.

When they had first arrived, they had indeed noticed something amiss but had not delved deeper. Now, it seemed they needed to conduct a thorough inspection.

Dogli could only lead a few police officers and follow them to the square.

When they returned to the square, as expected, everything had vanished without a trace.

The griffin knights scoured the area in all directions but found nothing of note.

“Glen...“ Dogli stood there, lost in thought for a considerable time.

After an indeterminate period, a female knight approached him and said,“We are not mages, after all. For the time being, we are unable to detect any traces. The battlefield over there is of paramount importance at present. We will address everything else once the invading demons have been vanquished.“

“But...“ Dogli was on the verge of saying something more, but the griffin knights had already taken off and soared away on the wind.

...

Within the illusory realm.

Glen was encircled by an assortment of rune rings, varying in size. These rings possessed an extremely potent weakening property, significantly diminishing his strength.

Despite this, he remained composed, meticulously formulating strategies to counter his adversaries.

A warrior brandishing a two-meter-long sword glided towards Glen from behind, as light as a gentle breeze, and swung his sword upwards in a powerful arc!

The massive form of the wolf seemed like an inevitable target, impossible to miss.

However, Glen managed to bend down and deliver a backward kick in the very instant he evaded the attacks of the other warriors, deftly avoiding the sword strike and sending the warrior flying through the air with a resounding thud!

The latter's body was enveloped in a complex web of defensive magic, barely managing to withstand the force of the kick, but was still propelled a considerable distance away.

A warrior clad in heavy armor, as formidable as a tank, let out a deafening roar and charged towards Glen, brandishing a shield that was both larger and thicker than a door.

The warriors who had been engaged in combat with Glen all skillfully stepped aside in unison.

Glen, having just extricated himself from the fray, had no time to dodge. Nevertheless, he found the situation rather amusing.

He simply extended his hand and, using only his left hand, brought the seemingly unstoppable charge to a halt.

“Challenging a werewolf in raw strength? What were you thinking?“ Glen exerted pressure with his hand gripping the shield, and a crack appeared, accompanied by the sound of the magic pathways being disrupted.

The charging warrior was stunned. His shield, forged by a renowned dwarf master, was said to be impervious to all attacks. Yet, it had been damaged by the werewolf's single hand.

Before he could fully process his shock, the massive werewolf before him raised its other claw, seemingly intent on shattering the shield.

But before the attack could land, a magical aura emanated from the raised hand.

In the next instant, the wolf's claw transformed into several octopus tentacles that, beyond Glen's control, lunged towards his face.

In a moment of desperation, Glen released his hold on the shield, allowing the warrior to escape.

The suckers on the octopus tentacles clung tenaciously, obstructing his vision. It took Glen great effort to tear them away, and during this time, he was struck several times.

He quickly evaded the attacks and created some distance between himself and the melee warriors.

Simultaneously, the werewolf venom coursing through his body surged towards his right arm, which had transformed into octopus tentacles.

The uncontrollable octopus tentacles, which had been flailing about wildly, soon became rigid, like a fish out of water, and eventually withered away.

With a loud bang, Glen's wolf claw reverted to its original form.

At the same time, the spinning magic array in the palm of a mage who had been standing on the outskirts of the battlefield shattered instantaneously.

Frowning, the mage murmured,“He actually managed to break through it?“

The battle raged on.

Glen made several attempts to break through the encirclement and deal with the support mages in the distance, but all his efforts were in vain.

This was likely the most uncomfortable battle Glen had ever fought. Not only was his body burdened with countless negative effects, but his attacks were also severely hampered.

Whenever he attempted to bite, a metal muzzle would suddenly materialize to seal his mouth. When he tried to use his claws, they would transform in the most bizarre ways and act independently of his will.

So, this is what it feels like to be a game boss?... Even in the heat of battle, he found himself musing on this thought.